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The events of the night kept replaying in his head, getting darker every time. He saw himself running through the streets unable to find Blaine in the dark and steam from the sewers. Suddenly, he turned a corner and found this beast of glowing red eyes and rotting flesh hanging off of it devouring Blaine's body. With a gasp, he jerked awake and panted heavily. Wiping his brow damp with sweat, he looked around and found he was back at Blaine's apartment with his love sleeping peacefully next to him. "Thank god," Elliott whispered to himself. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to Blaine's forehead and slipped out of bed. Trying to move slowly and quietly so he didn't disturb Blaine, he grabbed his boxers and tiptoed out the bedroom door. Closing it behind him, he let out a ragged breath. Okay no more zombie movies for a while, he thought.

He stopped in the bathroom to wash his face and get a little more grounded in reality before getting a glass and some ice. He heard a beat in his head and it made his fingers itch to write. Going to the living room couch, he pulled both his bottle and his notebook out of his bag that he'd left in here earlier. Pouring himself a generous amount, he screwed the cap back on and then took a long drink. Touching the glass to his forehead, he sighed. The image he saw in his dream was still haunting him and that beat wasn't going away. The coolness from the glass helped draw him further from his mind and into reality. That beat was incessant which meant only one thing, he had to get it down on paper.

Over the next few hours, he wrote nearly continuously. When he exhausted his ideas on one song, he just switched over to another. There were at least ten haphazard piles on the coffee table and a few that had fallen on the floor and forgotten along with several crumbled up wads. The glass sitting on a coaster was the only tidy spot among the mess of papers. Aggravated, he tossed the one he had been working on aside. The beat wasn't fitting any of these other ones so he grabbed fresh paper and started a new one. The glass got refilled again as he tried to listen more carefully to what the song in his head was telling him.

He got four fingers painted black as he was thinking before the first lyrics that matched the beat entered his mind. Abandoning his nail polish, he grabbed his pencil instead. A couple drops from the brush landed on a random music sheet but Elliott didn't notice. He kept thinking of new things Blaine had said or made him feel and the lyrics were filling his page almost faster he could write. Blaine's words 'I'm not giving up on you' echoed in his mind as did that feeling he'd had as he had walked away from the loft. During a brief pause, he went and found a throw blanket and loosely wrapped it around himself. It was hard to keep up and write, so it was fairly useless.

He had no idea what time it was. Stuff like that had been forgotten at least two drinks ago. Finding his pack of cigarettes, he lit up and opened his guitar case. Putting it in his lap and took a long drag. Without thinking about it, he flicked the ash in his glass as his whole focus stayed on what sound he wanted coming from the instrument. For a while, he didn't even strum it. The notes were crystal clear in his head with him just moving his hand next the strings. Slowly, the song was forming in his mind. Desperate to not lose it, he kept running it in his head and phantom playing the strings.

As was likely inevitable, his fingers found the strings. Keeping the guitar, the tap of his foot, and his voice as soft as he could, he began to play. He would hum or sing a few stanzas before pausing and making notes on his notebook. It always felt magical when this happened. It was one of the greatest feelings he'd felt. The notes and lyrics finally fit right and he knew he was on to something. Starting the song over again, he forgot to be quiet enough for his sleeping boyfriend not to notice.

It's late at night and I can't sleep
Missing you just runs too deep
Oh I can't breathe thinking of your smile
Every kiss I can't forget
This aching heart ain't broken yet
Oh God I wish I could make you see
Cause I know this flame isn't dying
So nothing can stop me from trying

Baby you know that
Maybe it's time for miracles
Cause I ain't giving up on love
You know that
Maybe it's time for miracles
Cause I ain't giving up on love
No I ain't giving up on us

I just wanna be with you
Cuz living is so hard to do
When all I know is trapped inside your eyes

The future I cannot forget
This aching heart ain't broken yet
Oh God I wish I could make you see

Cuz I know this flame isn't dying
So nothing can stop me from trying

Baby you know that
Maybe it's time for miracles
Cuz I ain't giving up on love
You know that
Maybe it's time for miracles
Cause I ain't giving up on love
No I ain't giving up on us

Baby can you feel it coming
You know I can hear it, hear it in your soul
Baby when you feel me feeling you
You know it's time...

Baby you know that
Maybe it's time for miracles
Cuz I ain't giving up on love

You know that
Maybe it's time for miracles
Cuz I ain't giving up on love
You know that
Maybe it's time for miracles
Cuz I ain't, I ain't giving up on love

No I ain't giving up on us
I ain't giving up, no
Oh I ain't giving up on us


With a grin, he wrote a few more quick notes. As he set it aside, he noticed Blaine standing in the doorway with a start. "Oh.. I.. sorry.." he stammered, suddenly flustered knowing he had just woken up his boyfriend on accident. Before Blaine had a chance to answer, he remembered something else. "But.. wait, that.. that wasn't your song. I mean.. you inspired it but I have another one." He fumbled through the papers trying to find the right one. Not only was he drunk but he was also on an extreme high from his impromptu composing session.

Blaine frowned, confused. "My song?"

"Yeah," Elliott answered not being helpful at all. "Here, this one is for you." He cleared his voice and started to play a different song.

Hey, slow it down
Whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
Yeah, I'm afraid
Whataya want from me
Whataya want from me

There might have been a time
When I would give myself away
(Ooh) Once upon a time
I didn't give a damn
But now here we are
So whataya want from me
Whataya want from me

Just don't give up
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me
Whataya want from me

Yeah, it's plain to see
That baby you're beautiful
And there's nothing wrong with you
It's me I'm a freak
But thanks for lovin' me
'Cause you're doing it perfectly

There might have been a time
When I would let you slip away
I wouldn't even try but I think
You could save my life

Just don't give up
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
Whataya want from me

Just don't give up on me
I won't let you down
No, I won't let you down

So
Just don't give up
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me

Just don't give up
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me
(whataya want from me)
Whataya want from me
(whataya want from me)
Whataya want from me


[Incomplete. Still trying to figure out how Blaine should react.]

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