Kurt and Blaine had realized they had kind of worked their way into a relationship. Quickly. But they were okay with that because it was comfortable and perfect and, actually, very helpful.

The night prior to an audition were their favorite because there was an incredible sense of togetherness. Mostly because Kurt would spend the night with Blaine. The first time the invitation was offered, Kurt was wary, but Blaine, flustered, explained himself.

“I—No, Kurt, you are so, so special. I'm not trying to—I just,”—Blaine tightly shut his eyes and heaved a sigh—“Look, it just seems ridiculous to me to send you home when I'm just going to see you at the audition tomorrow. You're tired from work, and it makes me feel guilty that you're wearing yourself out more just to see me. And that guest room hasn't had a guest in ages.”

“Then I'll stay. If I'm welcome.” Kurt grinned.

“You are welcome. You are so very welcome,” Blaine said through a chuckle, kissing Kurt, his hands framing his face.

So, it became tradition. The two would help the other pick out songs, outfits, and headshots. Kurt would make tea while Blaine showered for bed. While Kurt showered, Blaine would search through his records, looking for the album of the night. Stepping out from Blaine's bathroom, Kurt would curl into Blaine's side on the couch, tired from a night working at the diner, only to be showered with kisses moments later.

“Can't help it,” Blaine always muttered. “You're so gorgeous. So wonderful.”

The way the word fell off of Blaine's tongue nearly made Kurt feel as if he was unable to breathe each and every time.

“You're wonderful,” Kurt would reply, grabbing a fistful of curly, still damp hair before going in for another kiss.

The following mornings began early, doing vocal warmups on their walks to the subway. They always found a way to make the other laugh to calm their nerves.

There were many “You'll do wonderful”'s and “You think so?”'s and “You're perfect”'s as they checked over their reflections in bathroom mirrors.

It was rare that the casting directors allowed them longer than a minute to sing. Even rarer that one of them was called back. But they were spending time together. Getting experience together. Learning together. And, in the meantime, they both had NYADA. And Kurt had the diner. And Blaine had his Broadway albums collection. And they were both very happy.

“Kurt,” Blaine whispered one night after sneaking into the guest room.

“Mmph,” Kurt mumbled before stretching and yawning. Blaine could make out his form, a bit of moonlight pouring through the blinds. He glanced at the digital clock, letting out a groan. “Oh, honey, what is it?”

Blaine silently crawled under the covers Kurt had already pulled back. Kurt tried not to laugh. Blaine was sleeping in the guest room with Kurt more than his own bed these days. Especially on nights before callbacks. Like a child who had a bad dream, Blaine would creep into the guest room, feeling nervous and dejected before a chance for a decision had even been made.

“It's today. The callback is today. In… four hours. God. Four hours. I know this revival will be big. I just know it. They're going to make the show fresh and new a—and I want it. I really want it, Kurt. But all of those guys do, and I just—I don't know if I—”

Kurt kissed Blaine, pulling him into his lap. Blaine steadied himself, his hand finding Kurt's shoulder before falling into him, losing himself for a while.

“Blaine Anderson, you were made for that role.”

“You really think so?” Blaine asked in a whisper.

“I know so.” Kurt smirked. “I mean it. Now get some sleep. You need to be well rested. And if you stay up any longer in the same room with me, I'll be tempted to keep you up all night.”

“I almost wish that I didn't have that callback tomorrow,” Blaine mumbled, smiling against Kurt's mouth as he remembered the first night he had stayed in the guest room with Kurt.

“No you don't,” Kurt said shortly, making Blaine laugh.

“Alright. You got me.”

“A callback? Over me?” Kurt dramatically spoke. “I'm hurt, Blaine.”

“Shut up,” Blaine murmured fondly, snuggling into Kurt's side. “I'd totally choose you.”

“Really?” Kurt pulled Blaine closer, honestly a bit surprised. Performing was all Blaine ever talked about. His first love.

“Of course,” Blaine sleepily replied.

The following morning, Blaine was a jittery mess. He redid his hair three times and changed his outfit four times and nearly changed his audition song before Kurt took him by the shoulders and told him to calm down, stand tall, and quit acting like a crazy person.

“I can't believe you're making me go alone,” Blaine mumbled, looking so lost.

“I didn't get called back. You did. And I went alone last time. I can't keep skipping school every time you get a callback. I would start flunking all of my classes,” Kurt said, sweetly hinting at Blaine's success rate as of late. “Anyway, Carmen Tibideaux would kill me.”

“But you're my good luck charm.” Blaine pouted.

“You don't need luck when you've got talent.” Kurt winked. Blaine still looked pathetic. “Trust me. You've got it all. And if this casting director can't see that, well, maybe another will.”

“I've had a lot of chances already, Kurt,” Blaine mumbled.

“We're young, Blaine! We're learning. We're getting there. And you're so close, Blaine. I can feel it.” Kurt gave Blaine a quick kiss. “Now, leave. Or you won't get there early.”

Kurt always knew what to say to make his world seem a bit lighter.

“I love you,” Blaine breathed out.

It wasn't the first time Kurt heard the phrase from Blaine. Not even the second. But it was still relatively new. And it sounded better each time.

“I love you too. And because I love you, I'm telling you to leave. Go! Sing your heart out!”

“Have fun at school!” Blaine called back when Kurt shoved him out the door.

“Thanks, Dad!” Kurt said with a snort, shutting the door in Blaine's face because he knew he wouldn't leave if he didn't.

So Blaine left, still a mess of nerves. But he made it to his callback. Early. With time to review his song and how he would present himself. Blaine's nerves began to melt away. He felt more himself. More confident. He could breathe easier. Blaine auditioned. And hated himself for a week. A week of waiting for the casting to be announced.

And when Blaine received a call confirming he had gotten the part, he honestly thought he was hallucinating. Then he received an e-mail of the cast list, making it seem a bit more real. Just a bit. He had to read over it twice, just to be sure.

“Blaine Anderson,” he mouthed before breaking out into a huge grin. “Blaine Anderson!” His voice shook, disbelieving. They would not regret giving him this part. He would be sure of it. He had to tell Kurt.

“Blaine,” Kurt answered his phone, a smile in his voice. “What is it?”

“I got the part.” His hands were shaking as he walked to the subway station. “I got it, Kurt.”

“Blaine! Oh, Blaine, I'm so happy for you! I knew you would!”

Kurt was laughing and praising his boyfriend and pointing out how cute Blaine would look in all of the costumes, and Blaine couldn't help but smile. Kurt was so excited for him. He was doing something right. He just wanted the world to keep moving along in his favor. He just wanted the best for himself.

“—and your voice during the finale—”

“Move in with me, Kurt,” Blaine whispered.

Kurt's breath hitched. “What?”

“Seriously! You might as well already live with me,” Blaine said with a laugh. “Ill be by in an hour to help you pack.”

“What? Blaine!”

“I love you,” Blaine drew out the phrase as he heard Kurt laughing around his name again in excitement in disbelief.

In an hour, Blaine was at Kurt's tiny apartment, doing everything but packing.

“God. I...” Blaine shook his head, grinning. “I have it all. Im in New York. I got the part. And Im with you.” Blaine took Kurt's face in his hands, kissing him. “There aren't enough hours in the day to spend with you. I'm just… so happy right now. With you. In this moment.”

“Blaine,” Kurt said tenderly, not having any other words and not needing anything other than that name spoken with so much feeling.

And they were happy.