Saying you wanted to cut back on your modelling contracts and try out singing was actually easier as a concept. It was only as Blaine lay on his back in Kurt's bed, mindlessly stroking Kurt's hair as his head lay on his chest, that he could consider what he really had planned. At two in the morning, Kurt had been a sleep for a while, his gentle breaths tickling the hair on Blaine's chest.

"Blaine?" Kurt suddenly mumbled, the words vibrating along his chest. He sat up leaning on one arm and adorably rubbed an eye. Blaine smiled. "What are you doing still up?"

"I couldn't sleep," Blaine said quietly, "Don't worry, go back to sleep."

Kurt looked at him for a while and chuckled slightly.

"You don't know me very well then," he said, "I couldn't sleep if I knew you were still up. Why can't you sleep?"

"I don't know," Blaine said, "Just thinking."

"About what?"

"I guess about what I said earlier – how I'm going to break into the singing business."

Kurt thought it over.

"You'll speak to Nick, explain things to him and what you want now and then you sing wherever you can and for as often as you can. You get seen and heard and hopefully your existing fame in the industry will open some doors."

Kurt had sat up, now leaning on the headboard as Blaine's head rested on the pillow. He looked up at Kurt's face – so sure of what he was saying, Blaine's eyes wide and searching.

"How do you know all this? How can you be so sure?" Kurt's face softened.

"Because," he said, sinking down on the bed so he was now facing Blaine, his lips inches away, "I believe you can do it and I know that you have a leg up the ladder already with your existing career."

"But won't people think I'm trying to cash in on my fame and wonder what I'm doing?"

"Maybe to start with but that's Nick's concern. If he could sort out modelling contracts to suit your image, he can sort singing contracts the same way and I get the impression you would be prepared to work hard for this?"

"Oh yeah definitely," Blaine said emphatically. Kurt smiled.

"Then everyone will see how you were born to sing and forget you were ever a model."

Blaine sighed. It was so nice to finally find someone he could relax with, let his guard down and really love. He rolled onto Kurt's awaiting open chest, mimicking Kurt's pose from earlier and found that he loved having his hair stroked while he drifted off to sleep, just as much as he loved to stroke Kurt's.

He met with Nick the next day over coffee and he was surprised at the change in direction, letting Blaine know immediately that he wasn't sure it was his best move.

"I know it doesn't seem responsible especially as I'm getting more modelling offers than ever before but I know this is what I want Nick. I've thought about it and discussed it with Kurt and I think I could do this."

Nick looked over at his best friend, someone he had known since high school who he had seen change and morph into someone he hardly recognised and now sat sipping coffee. Blaine's eyes had never been so twinkly and bright, his face never so enthusiastic and well-rested. He smiled to himself.

"What?" Blaine asked quizzically.

"You," Nick said, "You've come back."

"What do you mean?"

"You used to be like this when you sang with the Warblers but since you took up modelling it sort of ebbed away and now it's coming back. You really love this Kurt don't you?"

Blaine was a little taken aback by the direct question about Kurt but he thought over how he had changed for the worst over the last few years, how he had slowly let the modelling world take over and then he thought to Kurt and smiled too.

"Yes, I really love him."

"Good," Nick said, "I should get to know him. How about tonight at Callbacks? You can sing and maybe speak to a few people, find out where's best to sing. I can ring a few bars to see if they would be interested and between us we can get a few contacts."

The change in attitude and the positive ideas coming his way had Blaine suddenly feeling more energised and eager to start. He sat up and beamed.

"Really?"

"Really Blaine," Nick said, "Anything that's got you back where you were before – enthusiastic and happy again – is something I want to pursue. This Kurt really is amazing isn't he?" Nick laughed. "I mean a few weeks with him and he's helped you become the Blaine you were always meant to be." Nick continued to laugh until it slowly died down and he looked at Blaine who was smiling wistfully – his head in another place entirely.

"Yeah he really is amazing," Blaine said quietly, a smile on his face, his eyes soft.

"You best keep him then bro," Nick said, in his best attempt at slang and Blaine laughed as they left the coffee shop.

Callbacks was full and people were desperate to play the piano but it seemed most students tonight were singing bittersweet songs or attempts at new music. Blaine walked in with Kurt and Nick and after getting a few drinks, sat down and let the depressing music surround him and pull him into a funk.

"This is depressing," Nick said, pulling a face at Kurt, "What night is it?"

"Just a normal student night," Kurt said, "Rachel might be here later." He glanced at Blaine who looked like he was contemplating making a quick escape.

"You need to come in early with a happy song," Kurt said, stroking his arm to get him back on track.

"I don't know Kurt," Blaine said, "Look around, everyone seems to be expecting misery. Maybe someone died."

"No don't pander to them," Kurt said, already determined Blaine wouldn't quit or give up, "They might think they want sad songs but they don't know what's good for them."

Blaine thought it over but still didn't look convinced.

"Think back to the songs you played when you were a teenager to cheer yourself up. What song did you love to play as you waited for something to happen?"

Blaine thought back to those many lonely nights as he played at his piano after finishing all his homework and his parents were out at a function. He would lose himself so wonderfully in a few songs, it was often gone midnight before he realised he should probably get to bed for school. He knew the perfect song and his eyes lit up in realisation. Kurt was glad he knew.

"I'll need a guitar for this song though," Blaine said, looking around to see if he could spot one.

"Blaine this is a piano bar," Nick said, "I don't think they're going to have what you need."

"Nick sign me up for a song and I'll find one."

Blaine left their table, spoke to a few people at the bar then left and returned a little while later carrying a guitar and walking beside a man that looked obviously homeless.

"Blaine, where did you get that?" Kurt asked, a little worried.

"I borrowed it off Jim here," Blaine said introducing the guy that stood next to him. "I promised a drink and a good show if I could use it and he agreed."

Kurt tried not to pull a disgusted expression as Jim took a seat between Kurt and Nick. Blaine's turn was up.

"Hi everyone," Blaine said confidently into the microphone and Kurt had to admire the way he went so quickly from nerves to self-assurance. "I found a guitar, actually I borrowed it from Jim here so thanks Jim."

A few people in the crowd turned to where Blaine had been pointing and looked a little unsure as to how Jim had gotten into the establishment but kept their thoughts to themselves. Blaine carried on regardless.

"I'm going to sing a song that I love very much and have loved for years. It always cheers me up so here goes."

He let the familiar chords ring loud and clear through the bar as people became quiet.

Here comes the sun,

Here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun,

Here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun,

Here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

Kurt watched as the crowd that were listening carefully had started to tap their feet and move their shoulders. Smiles appeared on faces, sad songs forgotten so it was relatively easy for Blaine to get the crowd to sing along with him.

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear

Here comes the sun,

Here comes the sun
And I say it's all right
Here comes the sun,

Here comes the sun
It's all right, it's all right

The crowd wanted more and although Blaine looked truly surprised, being the consummate professional he always had a song or two up his sleeve. He asked if Pascal could help on the piano and a hush descended on the bar once more.

Yellow diamonds in the light
Now we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive

He took once glance at Kurt, barely lifting his head so only his green brown eyes could be seen fanned by his beautiful eyelashes and Kurt almost lost his breath. He looked so utterly free and complete up there, he really was alive.

It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny
But I've gotta let it go

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

Blaine looked at Kurt and smiled.

Shine a light through an open door
Love and life I will divide
Turn away 'cause I need you more
Feel the heartbeat in my mind

It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny
But I've gotta let it go

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

Yellow diamonds in the light
Now we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine

What it takes to come alive

They clapped, they cheered then Blaine came off the stage and gratefully handed Jim his guitar. He beckoned for him to go up to the bar with him for his drink so Kurt and Nick were left alone once more.

"I never really understood before," Nick said quietly and Kurt looked directly at him so he could repeat it. "I mean I knew he could sing, we all knew that but I guess I never really got why he loved it so much."

"But now you do?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, you saw it, he really does come alive doesn't he?" Kurt nodded and smiled. "He's really good," Nick continued, "I mean with that voice my job will be easy and he has the whole package."

"Yes he does," Kurt said, looking over at Blaine by the bar.

"Do you sing Kurt?" Nick asked.

"Yeah I mean as a hobby, I guess," Kurt said uncomfortably. With all the persuading he had done with Blaine he had forgotten that it had once been his dream too and he had got lost along the way.

"But you're good," Nick said, "I remember."

"Yeah, I guess dreams change," Kurt said shrugging his shoulders and accepting the drink that Blaine was handing over to him.

"I think Blaine here is a fine example of how dreams never really change," Nick said, including Blaine and Jim in their conversation. Blaine looked confused. "I mean they morph into something else for a while but come back just as strong, almost like the universe's way of reminding you of when you were young," Nick laughed at himself. Blaine looked at Kurt finally understanding and stroking his thigh under the table.

"Well I think without NYADA I'm no one," Kurt said shrugging, "I'm not trained, no one will credit me on Broadway."

"People go to Broadway all the time with no classical training," Nick said, "You're a name Kurt, that'll be enough."

"Just drop it Nick," Blaine whispered, sensing Kurt was uncomfortable but Kurt smiled to show Nick he wasn't offended and talk turned to Blaine's songs and what a success he had been. They tried to engage Jim in conversation but it was stilted and he let them off the hook and went his way with his guitar after Blaine thanked him again. Blaine and Kurt soon walked to get a taxi a little later.

The silence hovered over them for a while, both in their own thoughts and looking down at their feet as they walked. Blaine stopped after a while and waited until Kurt had realised.

"Blaine?"

"I think you should try for Broadway Kurt," he said a note of finality in his voice making him sound very powerful.

"No Blaine," Kurt said slowly, "Don't feel you have to say this because you're trying to live your dreams, don't worry about me, I'm fine in the modelling world."

"No you should try too," Blaine said, taking his hand emphatically, "We both can be dreamers and live for the future." Kurt laughed.

"It sounds very romantic but not very realistic," Kurt said smiling sadly as if he was explaining the cruelty of the world to a much younger man. "I know what I am and it's fine."

"You don't know who you are," Blaine said, "No one really knows until they try. Do you really want to live out your days as a model?"

"No I'll eventually wither and die like the rest of you mere humans but I'll find something else to do after my star wanes."

"But why don't you use your fame now? Why not get your agent to hook you up with auditions. I'm sure Nick's right, people will want a name to their show, it won't matter if you aren't trained. Your voice is so unique Kurt, it's special."

Kurt thought it over for a while then looked up at Blaine's hopeful expression.

"I'll ask but I don't think it'll work," he said but Blaine could see the idea running through his head and his eyes lighting up with possibilities and he hoped that Kurt would really start to believe for real.