Blaine decided that sitting in the kitchen wasn't going to help him. He couldn't eat or drink anything either way, so he stood up and merged straight to the bathroom. He took a long warm shower but the tension in his muscles remained the same. When he came back to the kitchen, Sam was drowning cereal in a bowl full of milk.

"Good morning," he said with too much enthusiasm for Blaine, who currently felt like crying. "Why the long face?"

"I haven't slept much..."

"You had a lot to think about, right? What's the conclusion?"

"I think Kurt is going to break up with me."

"What?! You were supposed to realize how much he loves you overnight! What's wrong with you, man?"

"Oh, I did realize that he loves me. I just don't know if it's enough for him to want to stay with me..."

"Did you hurt your head yesterday? What the hell are you talking about?" Sam dropped his spoon into the bowl, spitting the milk on the table.

"I am officially a whiny boyfriend, Sam. And the whining...that's why he broke up with Ben."

"You're not a whiny boyfriend. You just had shit for brains yesterday."

"I met Santana last week."

"How does she come into the picture? She ships you two more than teenage girls ship those guys from One Direction. I think she would personally strangle Kurt if he was about to end your relationship."

"Kurt is leaving New York," Blaine said tiredly and sat down opposite his best friend, his posture the definition of defeat. "He's leaving and he hasn't said a word to me about it. I was waiting and...nothing."

"Why would he leave New York? That just doesn't make sense, Blaine."

"Santana told me about the concert they're having next week. You know, the most important one. Kurt never gave me any details. Just that it's important because some guy who could help them in their career should be there. The guy apparently owns clubs all across U.S.. He likes to choose three or four bands to perform in his establishments during week days for a whole year. He is basically going to send them on a tour around the US. I don't know what to think of it, Sam. Why didn't he tell me? I had to find out from Santana!"

"Why didn't you ask him about it? This is insane, man. I'm sure Kurt has his reasons why he hasn't told you yet. Maybe Sanatana has it wrong, you know. Maybe she ..."

"Maybe she what?"

"I don't know. You should talk to Kurt. Call him and demand answers."

Blaine shook his head no. "I can't. I have to go to meet June in an hour and I don't have time for this. I can't deal with it now. It'll have to wait until after the showcase. I can't screw that up, too, because it's probably the only thing that can keep me grounded right now."

"Kurt loves you, Blaine. Everything will work out. And you're a moron if you want to wait until tomorrow evening to talk to him."

"I know he does. But it would be stupid of him to focus on our relationship when his career is at stake. "

"He can still focus on both. Maybe that's why he hasn't told you anything. Because, for him, nothing changes with the offer."

"But everything will change. He won't be here while I still have a year of college to attend."

"Stop over thinking. It's doing no good," Sam ordered firmly. " Until you talk to him you can't know for sure what his intentions are."

"You're right."

"Of course I am. I'm a wise man." Sam grinned at him and shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

Kurt carefully observed three monitors in front of him. Each of them showed the big NYADA dance room where Blaine's showcase would take place in a few hours. The cameras had the room covered from all angles but he still had to make sure. He took it all in one more time.

"You'll be able to see everything, right? There is no chance that he will slip out of view."

"Kurt, why did you call me to set this up?" Kurt turned his head and glanced briefly at his classmate.

"Because you're the best NYADA has to offer, Mark."

"Damn right. I came here, put cameras everywhere without anyone noticing and when your sweetheart appears on that stage, I'm gonna stream the performace live for everyone to see. Well, everyone with the link to it but you know what I mean. "

"I'm just nervous, you know. I need this to work. It's very important."

"There is no one better for this job, Kurt. I put this together in two hours. No one would be able to do this on such short notice. You can see that the cameras are placed perfectly. Everything will be recorded."

"I know, I know. "

"Go home. Relax and come back this evening. Everything is set."

Kurt wasn't convinced, that much was obvious as he stared at the monitors again.

"I gave Rachel your number," Kurt said after a while. "She'll talk to some people and find an internship for you. She couldn't guarantee the position or length but she'll get you into the studios. She'll call you."

"Thanks. I knew it would be a pleasure to do business with you."

"Blaine tends to move really fast across the whole stage when he gets too deep into the performance. And he may jump on something...like the piano or any kind of furniture that tickles his fancy. You need to be very watchful so you won't miss a thing."

"Go home and let me do my job,"

"I'm counting on you, Mark."

"I know. And I promise not to let you down. Now go because you make me nervous."

"If something goes wrong, call me."

"Go home, Kurt."

"Okay," Kurt sighed and with one last look at the monitors, he left.

Pacing the floor in his dressing room ten minutes before the showcase had only one reason - Blaine hadn't heard from Kurt since he'd received the morning text from him. Up until now he didn't realize the consequences his behavior might have. What if Kurt wasn't showing up for his performance? Why would he? Blaine did nothing but ignore him for days.

The buzzing sound of the phone on the table startled him. He grabbed it quickly and couldn't help the disappointment after he saw it was just a text from his mom - just a text from his mom wishing him good luck. Since when was any acknowledgment from his parents a just thing?

Blaine neared the stage where he was going to bang his head against the wall. He sent a quick reply to his mom and speed dialed the person he should have talked to three days ago.

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice in receiver was unsure, like he couldn't believe Blaine was actually calling.

"Yeah, it's me. I wanted to ask...Kurt, are you coming to my showcase?"

"Well...Th-there was a nametag, right next to Santana's, with my name on it... and I'm already here sitting by the table with our friends but I can leave if you want me to."

"No! Stay! Please, don't go anywhere. I reserved you the best seats. I fought for that table with June!"

"Okay. I mean...I wouldn't really leave. I would hide somewhere in the corner. I wouldn't miss this for the world. But I'm glad I don't have to go behind your back. I know you hate it."

"Thank you for coming, Kurt. I was acting like a fool these past couple days and I…"

"Blaine, stop it. We'll talk about it later, okay? You have to focus on the performance now. I'll come to see you after."

"Can't wait."

"Me neither. Break a leg, baby."

Kurt disappeared with the first congratulations aimed at Blaine from the guests in attendance. He caught eyes with him and motioned his head to let him know he would be waiting outside. Blaine shot him a big smile, the one Kurt believed was reserved just for him, and it gave him necessary hope that everything would be alright between them eventually.

He watched people leaving the room and entering the one next to it where the 'after banquet' was held. Kurt laughed hard every time Blaine mentioned it. The after banquet was probably going to be as ridiculous as its name suggested and Kurt was happy his obligation to attend was taken away from him by June Almighty herself.

"It's very nice of you to come and support him," June said from behind him and he turned around, not liking her too sweet voice at all. "But you should go now."

"Excuse me?"

"Blaine was very upset the last few days. And from what I gathered you're the reason why. This is a very important night for Blaine. He doesn't need to deal with relationship problems at the moment."

"We don't have any relationship problems," Kurt cut in, glaring at the woman.

"You both are too young to even be in a serious relationship. You should focus on your careers. I don't think Blaine needs to be with a boy whose love he is questioning."

"I have no idea what you are talking about but with all due respect, our relationship is none of your business. Blaine has my full support in every aspect of his life - whether professional or personal - and he is the only one I have to prove my love to. I'm very grateful for what you've done for him. You gave him a great opportunity to get noticed and start his career but that's all. You have no say in his personal life. So no matter how much you dislike me, be prepared to see me often. I'm going to be right by his side until he gets tired of me."

"That's sweet," June smiled and her superior demeanor irritated Kurt so much that he almost formed a few harsh words about her persona, but before he had a chance to tell June how horrible she was, Blaine walked up to them.

"I'll leave you two alone. Blaine, I want you back in five minutes," she said and patted Blaine's cheek. Kurt held his eye roll which took a lot of strength. Had his relationship with Blaine not been in a fragile place, he wouldn't even care at this point.

"You were amazing," Kurt started quietly after June was out of sight.

"Thank you."

"I don't want to keep you from your admirers and potential employers and June is acting like a bad chaperone so can we meet after you finish here?"

"It might be late…"

"I don't care."

"I can stop by on my way home, then."

"Great. I'll be waiting." Kurt leaned forward and kissed Blaine's cheek, the one that didn't come into contact with June's hand a while ago. He didn't dare to do more. Not when he didn't know where they stood. A few more hours. It would be nothing in comparison to the sleepless nights he had this week. He at least knew, now, that Blaine was finally coming to him to talk.