What had happened with Dave,
Still tore at dear old Kurt,
Who looked upon his boyfriend,
Too accustomed to hurt.

Schue asked his faithful kids,
To speak up when they hurt,
Blaine looked upon his boyfriend,
He'd have to thank Burt.

Mercedes' call of blatant denial,
Awoke his inner kid,
Memories of a hard time past,
"Really? I did."

Suicide is a touchy topic,
One they broached too much,
But Kurt knew the role he played,
In saving Blaine; a touch.

Odd looks from new friends,
"I was in a bad place,"
He looked away, memory clear,
"But on that staircase . . ."

Kurt moved, holding his hand,
"Honey, you don't have to,"
Blaine shook his head, sighing sad,
"It's time; I want to."

"Anyway, on that fateful day,
I only wished to scream,
A final day, my last in life,
A final Teenage Dream.

To end it then and there was bliss,
But depended on I was,
To lead the last chorale,
But I had lost all cause."

Blaine looked over to the boy,
Porcelain without flaws,
Coifed hair, golden brown,
"I met the boy with claws.

That day I should've taken my life,
A single boy stopped me,
With glittering eye and posture poised,
'I'm new, can you help me?'

A larger lie had never been told,
But that didn't matter,
An angel sent from above,
My morale he did shatter.

I led him down a deserted hall,
Crazy, yeah, I know,
That was the best I felt all year,
With that silly boy in tow.

I sang to him Miss Perry,
And spoke to him, a friend,
He struggled just like I,
We were both set on the mend.

Later that day I lay in bed,
Unable to take slumber,
Thoughts of end ran through my head,
. . . I'd gotten that boy's number.

I texted 'Courage' every day,
It didn't make him mad,
I wanted to give the strength,
That I had never had.

I told him after our first date,
How he saved my life,
Gracious, he loved me still,
Our lives now free of strife."

Tears wept by the girls,
Boys admittedly crying to,
Mercedes spoke, God bless that girl,
"Oh, we love you, boo."

Blaine looked upon his boyfriend,
Porcelain without flaws,
This boy loved him, crazy it seemed,
Perfect he thought he was.

"On that day I saved his life,"
Kurt smiled as he said,
"It I hadn't taken Puck's advice,
My boyfriend would be dead."

We're doing poetry in English for the first time. Writing 100 line ballads. I procrastinated. This came out. Oops . . . Based off of a .gif set from tumblr which is an AU, if Blaine was suicidal the day of Teenage Dream.

~Emily