By the first week of November, Blaine was in high spirits. Kurt took note of his complete turn around from his tantrum the previous week. Especially one day in particular stood out to Kurt as a very good day for Blaine. Sometimes he has those; sometimes.

It wasnt just a good day for Blaine, it started as the day thatd turn Kurt's life around. Or at least his college reputation and maybe his entire dance career, which was currently nonexsistent.

 Ah, Nutcracker auditions. Theyre a blessing in disguise, hidden behind the stressful audition routine and not enough practice time and all the people sitting in cold metal chairs, staring everyone else down and hoping they all fail a little less than themselves. But, Kurt didnt let them get to him. No, he just sat in his cold metal chair, pointing and flexing his foot, calmly sipping the protein smoothie Blaine had suprisingly mixed for him. Kurt knew he was better than all of them, the way he looked upon them made that evident. Peasants. Hes Kurt Hummel and one day theyll all be working for him, so they should just forfeit him the role now.

"Number 21, Hummel." A mousy freshman announced, louder than shed probably ever spoken before. Kurt rose from the chair calmly. He dropped his empty cup in the trash and flashed a smile at a nervous fellow classmate, while choking back a scoff. The boy looked at him through his pencil straight brown hair, hanging in his anxious eyes. Peasants.

By five in the afternoon, Blaine was on cloud nine and on the cuffs of an ecstasy promotion. He loved date nights. They were rare; both of them being so busy constantly. But,  when they could make it happen, Blaine would be on a happiness high from dawn to dusk. Hed bustled around his and Kurts tiny joint bathroom for hours, since his classes had ended. He even skipped his obligatory nap for an extra shower. Happiness never sleeps.

At the sound of a light knock on the door, Blaines butterflies, whom he knew all too well, seized not only his tummy, but also his heart and head. He stumbled over to the damaged door, yanking it open. Immedialty he was pulled into an air of sweet smells and kissed by his favorite pair of lips. He deeply loved date nights.

"We understand youre all anxious to know who will be the roles of Clara and the Nutcracker," theyd said. "Which is why we use a very efficient casting process to have those roles placed in a timely manner. Theyll both be listed on the campus site by midnight. Good luck and good job; youve all worked very hard." Then Kurts professor had released them.

Kurt was in a tizzy for the rest of the day. Hed barely survived his evening classes, then hurried back to the loft. He needed someone to talk to, to distract him. Blaine seemed perfect for the role. But, he found the loft in empty darkness. Blaine was never home on his happy days. Oh well, Kurt thought, feigning indifference. He had work soon anyways. But, he thought as his eyes caught the red illuminated apple outside his window, not that soon.

In a dark gray peacoat, Kurt hurried across the street. An overhead bell jingled as he stepped through the doorway to Rock and Eves Records. A shaggy haired kid at the counter nodded to him. Kurt meandered down the rows of records, flipping through some of them and just enjoying the sounds of their old covers crinkling a little against the edge of the shelf. He didnt pay any attention to the numerous Joan Jett records he was flipping through. His eyes were to busy searching the store for the familiar tan man with ashy, sand colored hair. He didnt see him. He didnt see him at the Beatles records or Elton John or Jackson 5. When he had a half hour left before work and he was getting eyed by Shaggy over at the counter, he gave in to the clingy, stalker desperation inside.

"Is Adam here? Adam Crawford?" Kurt asked the kid. Probably 16, maybe 17.

"Nah man, his shift ended a couple hours ago." Kurt wondered how many times his mother has asked him to cut his hair. "I can tell him you stopped by, though." Kurt wondered how much of his minimum wage goes to drugs.

"Thats all right, thank you." Turning on his heels, Kurt left for work.

It was barely 10 oclock at night, when Kurt was tugging a man into his room by his belt loops after work. Either Kurt was getting lazy or the game was getting easier. The feeling of a hand on his butt, pulling Kurt closer to a firm chest reminded him it was definetly the latter.

Blaine had never been alone in the city past 9 or 10, so imagine his paranoia walking home alone at midnight. People still moved around, the whole city searching for ZzzQuil. Taxis sped by, subways rumbled below and streelights flickered above. Every person that passed Blaine was out to get him and him alone for whatever reason. The only thing keeping Blaine from a full out panic attack was the sweet taste lingering on his lips and the remaining warmth everywhere hed been touched. They didnt go all the way, both of them agreeing to take things slow, but they had gone pretty damn far. And it left Blaine glowing, practically floating all the way home.

Kurt woke up in his own bed, but not alone. Although that might confuse or scare some people, Kurt was used to it. He just rolled over and eyed his alarm clock. 12:07. He flipped back towards the naked man next to him. Wait...12:07? How could he forget? Kurt hopped out of bed, trying not to wake his nameless friend, and pulled on a pair of sweats. Bare feet scurried across the cold floor, leaping onto the couch. It squeaked under Kurts weight. He grabbed his laptop and pulled up NYADAs student site.

Nutcracker Cast

Clara......Savannah Crowe

The Nutcrakcer/ Prince.....Liam Roudenbaum

What the hell? Kurt thought, what the actual hell? Fuckin pencil hair peasant? Did they even watch his audition, Kurt wondered, because it was fucking flawless. Then he started to wonder if maybe this kid was flawless, too, and then he just felt like shit. Kurt almost, almost cried. And he totally wouldve, like a full out snotty sob, if the door hadnt been shoved open and Blaine hadnt glided in.

"You look pissed." Blaine said, around a grin.

"Yeah, well I dont want to talk about it." Kurt snapped, closing his laptop and crossing his arms.

The shorter boy unwrapped his scarf and cocked his head to the side. "Yes, you do." He sat down next to Kurt on the couch. "You always do."

Damn Good Mood Blaine, "Am I not flawless?" Kurt asked.

"Uh-um" a dumbfounded Blaine stuttered.

"So, why am I not the Nutcracker?" Blaine was catching on. It was the rhetorical question game. "My audition was perfect. Perfect. And yet, they gave the role to Liam Roudenbaum. Roudenbaum! Like what even!? I was great!"

"Maybe it was a seniority thing?" Blaine offered with a shrug.

Kurt shook his head, "Liam is a sophomore, too."

Blaine placed a hand on his roommates knee, "I dont know what to tell you, Kurt. I guess the kid is just good, but youre great. What role did you get?"

"I dont know yet." Kurt grumbled, starring at Blaines warm hand on his leg.

"Well, no matter which part you get, I know that youll slay it, because youre crazy talented. Now, you just have to remind the director that. Just work super hard in this production and in class and everything, then good things will come. Promise." Blaine patted Kurts knee and stood to go to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of orange juice. "And make sure you get me a ticket to opening night."

"Thanks, Blaine." Sometimes Blaine was incredibly wise beyond his years; sometimes.

"Juice?" Blaine sloshed the carton as offer to Kurt.

"No, I should probably get back to my room before," shit, what was his name. "Before, my friend wakes up." Kurt rose from the couch, humming Waltz of the Flowers all the way to his room.

Blaine rolled his eyes and chuckled, must be some friend, he thought.