Kurt turned his head away from the light streaming in through the curtains; he went to put his arm underneath of his head hitting something hard in the process. He opened his eyes and found himself looking straight into a very hair chest; he sat up as fast as he could and looked down at the sleeping person, “Oh my god, what have I done?”
Laying there on the bed passed out was none other than Blaine Anderson. Kurt looked down to see what he had on and paled at the fact he was wearing nothing but underwear. He quickly scrambled out of bed and threw on the first thing he found on the floor; he didn’t remember wearing a rather large plaid shirt to the bar last night, but be damned if he’d still be in the apartment when Blaine woke up.
He raced out of the bedroom towards the foyer to throw on his boots when he began hearing movement from the room he had just run from. He tried to get his boots on, but they were just to time strenuous that he gave up and threw on a pair of sneakers he saw on the ground, completely unaware of the fact that Blaine had shown up, and he was currently leaning on the kitchen counter; he grabbed an apple from his fruit dish and took a bite, “Never pegged you as someone who ran.”
Kurt looked up as a blush engrossed his entire face, “Uh- morning.”
“Morning to you,” Blaine said, raising an eyebrow.
“Well look at the time, I need to head to the theatre!” Kurt exclaimed throwing open the door.
“Wait a second; I’m in the musical too! Just wait here while I throw on some clothes.” Blaine said, running into the room. Kurt felt his face heat up about a hundred more degrees as he noticed that Blaine had been talking to him in his boxers the entire time.
Kurt waited for a couple more minutes until Blaine came out of the room again, clothes in-tact, “You forgot your jacket.” He held out Kurt’s coat; Kurt watched him warily before grabbing the jacket and throwing it on.
They walked in silence the entire way, occasionally Blaine would point out a bird and saw what kind it was, just to keep the tension away. They arrived in front of the building and Blaine hesitated. Kurt looked at him as he pulled the door open, “Are you coming in or not?”
“I don’t think it would be appropriate for the director, who is gay; and his newest cast mate, who is also gay; to walk into the same building together after a night at the bar. Don’t you think?” Blaine questioned.
Kurt could feel his face heat up, “I suppose you’re right; I’ll go in first then.”
“Oh no you don’t! You expect me to be the one who’s late and have to do laps do you?” Blaine asked incredulously, he opened the door and went inside, “Maybe you should get a coffee; you look like crap.”
Kurt gaped at him as the doors to the theatre shut behind him swiftly. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, trying to steady himself as he walked to the coffee shop down the street, fully expecting to get a Venti Black Espresso.
Once his coffee habit was finally satisfied he made his way into the theatre, ready to face his extremely judgmental cast. He walked slowly down the steep incline towards the stage, not turning up to look at his cast. The first person to open the mouth was Connor, “You’re late.”
Kurt whipped his head up but instantly regretted that as his head was submerged into what felt like a bucket of water. Blaine snickered as he said, “Looks like someone has a hangover.”
“You would know!” Kurt snapped, setting his coffee down. The entire cast gasped and looked between the two grown men, “What are you looking at? Someone start running lines to make sure Blaine has them down, the rest of you run vocals. You have an hour before we start blocking his scenes and I expect them to be prefect! Do I make myself clear?”
They mumbled back a quiet, “Yes sir,” before heading to their respective zones.
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Everyone sat in the audience as Rosy stood on the stage, performing a rendition of ‘Think of Me’; Kurt watched as she fumbled once again over the lyrics. Both were getting equally frustrated as Kurt jumped from his seat and onto the stage, a collective gasp rang through the crowd; Kurt never had a problem with the way she sang before, why would he bring it up now?
“Where’s the emotion Rosy? Where’s the usual sign of you coming through! You’re not just playing a character; you need to put a piece of you into it! You’ve never been this way; frankly, your tune is giving me a headache.” Kurt looked out into the audience, “You need to project your voice, let it ring freely as if you were actually Christine! Imagine that your Raoul was in the audience at the moment, realizing his one true love!”
Rosy scoffed at him, “Please, I’ve been doing this for how long? I think I can manage to project love.”
“Well you aren’t doing a good job are you?”
“Fine, just show me if you know how I should be doing it!” Rosy huffed, jumping off the stage and claiming Kurt’s chair that was surrounded by the other cast mates.
“Fine, I will then!” Kurt exclaimed and took a deep breath. What came out next was surprising to everyone. They had heard Kurt sing before, but he always used the lower octaves, and only when they needed help finding their pitch.

Think of me, think of me fondly
when we say goodbye.
Remember me, once in awhile
please promise me you’ll try.

Blaine sucked in some air as he watched Kurt move gracefully throughout the stage, his voice filling the entire theatre with his unique countertenor voice. He had waited so long to hear that voice again, and he let it fill his lungs.

On that day, that not so distant day
when you are far away and free,
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me.
And though it’s clear,
though it was always clear,
that this was never meant to be.
If you happen to remember,
stop and think of me.

Think of August, when the tears were green,
don’t think of the way things might have been.

Kurt looked towards his cast with a triumphant smile and let the words pour out of his mouth like a water fall going into a river. He sang with as much emotion as he could and looked down to Blaine.

Think of me, think of me waking
silent and resigned.
Imagine me,
trying too hard to put you from my mind.
Think of me, please say you’ll think of me
whatever else you choose to do-
There will never be a day I won’t think of you.

He chose not to sing the rest of the song and just chose to smile broadly, “Now Rosy, do you think you can handle that?”
Rosy just scoffed, “I’ll be in my dressing room.”
Kurt shook his head as he watched her storm off; it wasn’t his fault that he was better than her, it just the way things worked out. He turned back to the cast, “Well, what are you looking at? Anderson, I want you to come up here and try a hand at ‘The Music of the Night’. Do you think you can handle that?”
Blaine just smirked and began walking to the stage, “Oh trust me,” He began, passing by Kurt and whispering in his hear, “I can handle anything.”
Kurt shivered as he felt goose bumps beginning to appear on the side of his neck, he just groaned a little bit and walked down into the audience again, this was going to be a long day.
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Blaine walked out of the shower in his bathroom and into his living room, flopping onto the couch unclothed. Who would really care, it’s not like he had anyone over; nor was anyone even coming over to begin with. He grabbed his cell phone and smiled when he saw the text message. It was from Connor:

Connor: Hey, you really screwed with Kurt’s head last night.

Blaine: You’re point being?

Connor: Don’t toy with his emotions.

Blaine: Trust me Connor, I want nothing to do with Kurt’s emotions.

Connor: Sure doesn’t seem like it.

Blaine: What are you getting at?

Connor: Look, I know he hurt you before. But that doesn’t give you any right to show up on his musical set, and make his last run at it pathetic. Do you got that?

Blaine: Try telling that to Kurt, I wasn’t the one who tried to profess my love last night.

Connor: I think you need to set him straight Blaine, he thinks you 'did' it.

Blaine: You’ll never know.
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Kurt found himself outside of Blaine’s apartment. He sighed and tried to remember what number it was, and silently cursed himself for not getting Blaine’s number. He needed to return the clothes he took from Blaine, and retrieve his own before returning home to Rachel.
“Kurt?”
Kurt looked up to see Connor holding open the apartment building door, standing there in shock, half expecting Kurt to disappear. Kurt just rubbed the back of his neck, “Connor, what are you doing here?”
“I live here.” Connor replied, watching Kurt carefully. The blue eyed man had begun to shuffle back and forth nervously on his feet.
“Oh.”
“Why are you here?” Connor asked.
Kurt felt his face heat up considerably, “I need to give Blaine the musical schedule.”
“He already has it.” Connor said.
“Oh,” Kurt said, not daring to look Connor in the face anymore. There was no way he was going to give away his true intentions.
“Does this have anything to do with the fact that you’re wearing Blaine’s clothes today?” Connor asked, his question was answered when Kurt’s head shot straight up as he spewed out words of garbled language, “Chill Kurt, his apartment is on the fourth floor; number 483.”
“Thanks,” Kurt said as Connor let him inside the building.
“And Kurt?” Connor stated, Kurt turned around to look at Connor; who reached his arm up and caressed Kurt’s face, “Don’t let him hurt you like you hurt him. Okay?”
“You have nothing to worry about.” Kurt said before proceeding up the stairs to Blaine’s apartment, completely unaware of the pair of eyes trained on his back before he disappeared.
He continued going up the stairs, going slower as he ascended from level to level. At last he reached the door to Blaine’s apartment; he went to knock but hesitated. Hadn’t he shown up unannounced? This would be creepy and Blaine would think he was some desperate freak that wanted more than a one night stand, oh god he was going to hurt Blaine again and he just couldn’t handle it.
Kurt finally found the courage to knock and waited for the door to open. He was surprised when it opened and all he saw was a slight crack in the door where Blaine’s eye was currently residing. He stifled a laugh, “What are you doing?”
“What are you doing here?” Blaine hissed through the door.
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“I came to get my stuff.”
Blaine looked down at his naked form, “Uh, right now isn’t a good time.”
“Oh please, I’m already here. It’s just a quick change and you won’t have to see me until practice on Friday.” Kurt explained.
“Fine, but give me a second okay?”
“You expect me to wait in the hallway?” Kurt asked in shock, “What if some murderer comes by and it’s your entire fault?”
Blaine groaned, “I’m naked.”
“Oh.”
Blaine then felt a thought coming on to him, “On second thought, come on in and I’ll just go get changed while you’re here!”
Blaine let the door swing wide open as he strutted back into his apartment towards his bedroom. He knew that Kurt was watching him, and as embarrassed as he was; it was amazing to flaunt to Kurt what he gave up.
“Oh god,” He heard Kurt whisper as he disappeared into his room, he couldn’t help but smile.