“I'm going to miss you. Right when you're promised to me, you're stolen away from me.”

“You knew I was going to have to tour,” Kurt replied, carefully folding a dress shirt.

“I put it from my mind, I guess,” Blaine hummed out from his spot on the floor.

Kurt looked over his shoulder, expecting to just share a smile at Blaine's “packing” skills. As always, he had ended up distracted, content to watch Kurt's thought process and marvel at his organization skills. However, Kurt was met with a slouched over Blaine, smoothing his thumb over one of Kurt's ties.

“Blaine,” Kurt sighed out, wearing a sad smile. “What's wrong?” he softly prompted, sitting in front of his fiancé.

“We haven't been away from each other for longer than one month. How am I going to last six?” Blaine mumbled.

“We'll manage. Just think, we lasted a good two decades in the world without knowing each other. I think we can last six months. Plus, I'll get my time off every now and then to visit you and we'll be planning the wedding and once the tour is over, it will be only one month until the wedding… It'll be great.”

Blaine silently thumbed over the tie continuously.

“Blaine,” Kurt drew out the name, soft and slow as he peered down at Blaine. He rested his index finger under Blaine's chin, causing him to finally look up. “Blaine.”

Wordlessly, Blaine leaned into Kurt, kissing him gently and pulling away with watery eyes.

“I won't get to do that much the next five months or just hear you talk or… or see you smile.” Blaine gave Kurt a shaky grin of his own that broke quickly. “You are undoubtedly the best part of my life, Kurt. And to imagine that taken away from me? Even for just a moment, especially now, I…” Blaine let out a hum, laughing nervously after, looking as if he didn't know what to think but was thinking of every possible worst case scenario.

Kurt wordlessly took Blaine's smaller palm into his own, tracing over the hand he knew almost as well as his own. He toyed at Blaine's ring, smiling fondly.

“A ring,” Kurt whispered, looking up at Blaine. “They're just rings. And the wedding will just be a day. But, Blaine, I've felt like yours for going on three years now. Five months apart? That's nothing. And you're coming to the first show in Cincinnati, right?”

“Of course. Burt and I wouldn't miss it for the world.” Blaine tightly shut his eyes, exhaling softly. “I'm being so horrible about this. This is a big deal. I know I've said it so many times but I'm proud of you, Kurt. I really am. I just… I just wish that you didn't have to leave. That's all.”

“Hey, we can't all be a Broadway star,” Kurt whispered, meeting Blaine's mouth with his own.

“I'm just in the ensemble. I have two lines. Hardly a star,” Blaine replied in between kisses.

“And the understudy. That's something.”

“Sure. But look at you! And your national tour,” Blaine sang into Kurt's neck, laughing smugly when Kurt squirmed once Blaine kissed just the right spot.

“It's a supporting role. And it's not Broadway,” Kurt managed to say.

“You have more than two lines,” Blaine pointed out between kisses. “And solos.”

“Quit trying to make less of yourself,” Kurt insisted, drawing away from Blaine's mouth to look him in the eye.

“I could say the same thing to you.”

Kurt raked his eyes over Blaine, biting on the inside of his lip. He always wanted Blaine to know how talented he was. Especially after the fiasco that made Blaine doubt his talent two years ago. And sometimes he didn't know how to do that without taking a few digs at himself. It was the downside of going into the same profession as his fiancé.

“Kurt, you are going to be a star.”

“I might and I might not but, for sure, I will always be yours. Okay?”

“Okay.”

-

From his place at the tour bus window, Kurt finished scrawling down some thoughts before closing in his journal.

Part of him couldn't believe they were already on their way to the fifth city and the other part of him couldn't believe they were only on their way to the fifth city. To land a national tour, even in a supporting role, might help him finally get his foot in the door and hopefully make a name for himself. He tried not to fret too horribly, but it was difficult for him.

Freshly graduated from NYADA and having quit his job at the diner, Kurt knew he should feel more liberated. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that Blaine seemed more inclined to become a Broadway star before he would. Kurt always felt a step behind Blaine. Which wasn't Blaine's fault at all. It wasn't anyone's fault.

But Blaine had his setbacks as well, Kurt knew. He would never forget the look on Blaine's face when he told him that he had to give up the first leading Broadway role he had landed.

-

“What do you mean you had to quit? Blaine, you wanted this so badly. I helped you rehearse before the auditions and callbacks. It's all you talked about. You were perfect for that role. You were so happy. So happy that we moved in together.”

“Kurt, I wanted to ask you to move in with me before that. Getting the role just gave me the confidence to finally do it. And I would never change a thing about that day,” Blaine said slowly, smiling at Kurt with tears in her eyes.

“Then what would you change?”

“Why the casting director gave it to me.” Blaine swallowed.

“What happened?”

“After rehearsal today, he asked me to stay. And I was so scared because I thought he was going to say that I wasn't any good, that they were going to go ahead and go with a name, that I would didn't have what it takes… But he didn't. He didn't have anything to say about how the reading went.”

“Then, what did he say?” Kurt asked.

“He didn't say anything. He kissed me.” Blaine blurted out the confession, his breathing catching in his throat when he looked up at Kurt. “But, trust me, I—”

“Blaine, what happened next?”

“I asked him why he did it, and he just answered me with a question. He asked me why I thought that he had given me the role. He tried to do it again and he was there and touching me and I… God, I just hit him. I didn't mean to, but I hit him. I hit him and told him to find a new lead.”

Kurt was thinking hard on what to start with, seeing Blaine slowly falling apart before him. He wanted to say exactly the right thing, especially after Blaine had danced and sang to him only a few nights prior. Blaine always knew the right thing to do in these situations but Kurt…

“I was so stupid,” Blaine whispered, visibly shaking. “I was so stupid. Looking back, he was always testing the waters with me, but I was blind. I can't believe I actually thought that I could… So early on… I'm so stupid.”

“Don't talk like that. Blaine, you're wonderful.”

Kurt pulled Blaine into his lap, holding him close. He could feel him shaking and hear his sharp inhales as he softly cried. Kurt held him there for as long as he needed, trying to gather his own thoughts.

“Do you know that I dream about you?”

“You do?” Blaine whispered, drawing back enough to look at Kurt.

“Of course I do. And, often, we're at the Tony Awards and you're fidgeting next to me and then your name is called and you go onstage—”

“After kissing you?”

“Of course.” Kurt smirked, amused at Blaine chiming in as if he were a child hearing a bedtime story. “And you're saying all of these things and thanking all of these people but then you get to me and it's just… You start saying the most beautiful things.”

“Of course,” Blaine echoed.

“But the entire time, I have so many things I want to say. So many things that this audience needs to know. All of your beautiful things.”

“Will you tell them to me?”

“Well, that was the plan,” Kurt laughed out, laughing harder when Blaine perched his chin in his hands, watching Kurt expectantly. “Now I'm nervous,” Kurt mumbled, fighting off a blush under Blaine's intense gaze.

“Kurt, it's me,” Blaine replied, taking Kurt's hand.

Kurt sighed, looking up to the ceiling before completely closing his eyes, grazing his thumb across the back of Blaine's hand.

“Blaine Anderson. He is so very talented. But there is more to him than just this. He uses this talent to move people in ways that they might not allow themselves to be moved before. He takes you to that place within yourself that makes you listen to yourself through his voice. There's nothing quite like it,” Kurt breathed out, opening his eyes to find Blaine's watering again. “But, then again, there is nothing like his voice. No one like him… Blaine, you are my definition of happy and the definition of loyalty. And, as jarring of a situation as it is, knowing that you would choose us over what could have potentially been your first Broadway role just shows that loyalty.”

“Of course,” Blaine murmured, grinning through tears. “It will always be you. Every time.”