This was originally meant to be a just a one-shot, but after hearing that Klaine are singing 'Fucking Perfect' in Glee, I couldnt get this idea out of my head. Oh well~

Note: The lyrics are changed because it would just be silly to swear i front of the judges.

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Puck sighed as he took his seat in the crowded auditorium. Ironically he was sat in the same seat which his boyfriend...ex-boyfriend?...had just vacated. He sunk into the seat and buried his head in his hands. This whole thing was all his fault and he knew it. He was too insecure, that was the problem. It just seemed impossible that a guy like Blaine would be interested in a train-wreck like him. So one day he just blew up, he'd yelled and screamed about how he didn't want Blaine's pity, which is what their relationship had to be. Pity. He'd stormed out without giving Blaine a chance to respond. That had been three weeks ago. Puck had actively ignored all of Blaine's calls and any attempts to contact him since. He really regretted that now; the longer it went, the harder it was to just pick up the damn phone and apologize. He'd been dreading this, he knew they'd have to meet at Sectionals. And apparently the whole Glee club had went family-mode and got him to pick out a song to sing to Blaine, a kind of public apology. Rachel Berry had given up a solo. He must have looked really depressed, or maybe it was just a jew-solidarity thing.

He was pulled from his thoughts as the Warblers started to file on stage, making a perfect tight-knit little group in the center of the stage. Blaine was the last to come on stage and Puck found himself craning his neck in a desperate attempt to see him better. Blaine stood alone at the front with a serious look on his face. As the noise in the auditorium died down; Blaine began to sing, unaccompanied by the group behind him. His voice was strong enough to echo through the large room, giving Puck goosebumps:

"Made a wrong turn, once or twice.

Dug my way out, blood and fire.

Bad decisions, that's alright.

Welcome to my silly life. "

The Warblers quickly picked up the backing, their voices perfectly mimicking the backing track along with Thad's beat boxing. The group slowly swayed as Blaine stood perfectly still, his eyes locked onto Pucks.

"Mistreated.

Misplaced.

Misunderstood.

Miss- Knowing its all good.

It didn't slow me down.

Mistaking.

Always second guessing.

Underestimating.

Look I'm still around. "

Blaine gave a small shrug and Puck couldn't help but give a soft smile. He knew all about Blaine's past and he always felt proud to hear what he'd overcome. And it had always given Puck hope...The song was perfect.

Puck saw Blaine grin as the music picked up; it was that stupid, impish grin that always made Puck fall a little bit more in love with the damn Warbler:

"Pretty, pretty please.

Don't you ever, ever feel,

like your less than, less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please.

If you ever, ever feel,

like you're nothing.

You are perfect to me."

Puck could feel someone, probably Rachel, put a hand on his shoulder. It was probably meant to reassure or to comfort him or something. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was Blaine up on that stage.

Blaine's expression had slipped back into a more serious look as he sung the next verse:

"You're so mean.

When you talk.

About yourself .

You are wrong.

Change the voices, in your head.

Make them like you instead."

Every word Blaine sung sounded so sincere it made Puck want to cry. Blaine was just to perfect for him, he deserved so much better...But Puck was finally stating to believe that Blaine did honestly care for him:

"So complicated.

Look how we can make it.

Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game.

It's enough.

I've done all I can think of.

Chased down all my demons.

I've seen you do the same.

Oh!"

Blaine moved backwards as the Warblers spread out to make a wide arc. Blaine stood in the center with Wes and David at either side of him.

"Pretty, pretty please.

Don't you ever, ever feel,

like your less than, less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please.

If you ever, ever feel,

like you're nothing.

You are perfect to me."

Various Warblers moved into the center of the circle to dance as Blaine attempted to rap. They were apparently showing off the fact that they could actually move and dance when the situation called for it:

"The whole worlds scared so I swallow the fear.

The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer.

So cool in line, and we try, try, try.

But we try to hard and its a waste of my time.

Don't look for the critics, cause they're everywhere.

They don't like my jeans,

they don't get my hair.

Exchange ourselves.

And we do it all the time.

Why do we do that?

Why do I do that?

...Why do I do that?

Yeah!"

The Warblers raised their voices together in such an impressive display that almost everyone in the auditorium stood up to applaud. Puck quickly realized that New Direction had definitely lost. But that wasn't important to him right. What mattered was that Blaine had forgiven him.

"Pretty, pretty please.

Don't you ever, ever feel,

like your less than, less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please.

If you ever, ever feel,

like you're nothing.

You are perfect to me.

You're perfect.

You're perfect!"

The surrounding Warblers had stopped singing, instead they hummed gently as Blaine was once again alone at the front of the stage.

"Pretty, pretty please.

If you ever, ever feel.

Like your nothing..."

"You are perfect. To me."