"Don't be." Came the reply, along with Blaine's hand on his knee. "I have a feeling we're going to win, I mean…. Who could beat The Beatles?"

"Original songs, for one."

"What?"

Kurt paled. "Nothing! I-I mean I'm nervous because this the first time I've performed in front crowds or… my friends since before…"

"Hey, shh, I understand." He squeezed Kurt's knee. "And… do you know New Direction's set list?" he asked, curious.

"NO!" Kurt got a few glares after shouting, so he lowered his voice dramatically. "No! I'm just… I heard Finn on the phone to someone last weekend and he was talking about Original Songs…"

Blaine frowns, quickly thinking. "I know this going to sound weird. But I don't want to beat them to get to Nationals. I want to beat them… because I know you want to go to New York."

Kurt bit his lip, looking down and blushing.

"I know you probably don't want you friends to lose, but I want you to go to New York. And I'm going to do anything I can to get you there."

Kurt was speechless. No one had ever cared about him this much before (excluding his parents). It made him feel… special. He smiled and wiped away the threatening tears before leaning over and placing a quick kiss onto Blaine's cheek.

"Stop being so perfect." He whispered into his ear, Blaine just shook his head.

The Warblers were now arguing about New Directions' original songs and that they were going to lose. Kurt and Blaine were silent, just listening to council trying to quickly rearrange their performance.

"Guys!" Blaine shouted, standing up. "Listen! We are not changing out set list! We can still win! If we change our numbers now, we're definitely going to lose. Now-"

"Warblers. Two minutes!"

Blaine sighed. "Let's get out there, and sing. We're not changing a thing, okay?"

There were grumbled replies before they all went onto the stage, getting into their almost perfect formation. Blaine caught Kurt's eyes and nodded in reassurance.

Kurt smiled. Blaine's vocals were amazing. He was sure they could still win…

The curtains slowly opened, and the vocals started, Blaine the only one remaining silent until his cue.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better

Blaine was out in the front stage now, and Kurt slowly walked up beside him, sharing his spotlight as the sung together.

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders

For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder

They stayed silent for the 'nah's. Letting the group sing solo.

Hey Jude, don't let me down

You have found her, now go and get her

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better

Kurt fell back into step with the rest of the Warblers, showing Blaine that he was too nervous. They'd decided a week ago to sing together, but if Kurt felt nervous, just to fall back into step with the group.

So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin

You're waiting for someone to perform with

And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do

The movement you need is on your shoulder

Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her under your skin

Then you'll begin to make it

Better better better better better better, oh

Blaine grinned out to the audience as Wes, David, Nick and Jeff came up to sing the Nah's with him. Everybody was getting out of their seats to sing along. Blaine turned his head and motioned for Kurt to come up. He bit his lip at first, but came forward and stood between Blaine and David.

Blaine smiled and threw an arm around his shoulder, the others all copying, ending up with their arms around each other's shoulders, and singing with the audience.

By the end, they were all running on adrenaline as they got back into formation and the audience sat down, their vocals on the next song slowly picking up. In the dark, Blaine found Kurt's hand and squeezed it before dropping it before he sang.

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

Blaine winked at Kurt, making him smile and blush slightly. This made Blaine throw himself into the rest of the performance, because in his mind. This was for Kurt. Not the audience, not the judges, not for his friends. For Kurt.

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

He let the Warblers sing the repetitive bit. He didn't want the entire spotlight. He mainly wanted to share it with Kurt. But because he was too nervous, why not the whole group?

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, and I say

It's all right

It's all right

When they finished, the audience was standing up and cheering. The New Directions included. They even seemed to be the loudest. Blaine grinned and followed his group of stage, finding Kurt and holding onto his hand.

"See?" he whispered into his ear as they walked. "You were great. Nothing to be nervous about." Kurt simply blushed and shook his head.

"Tell me that if we win." He replied. Blaine grinned.

"Will do." Kurt chuckled and pushed him with his free hand. They continued to joke and walk back to their green room, lagging behind everyone else.

"Kurt?" Kurt froze, as did Blaine. He quickly breathed in slowly, expecting everyone to be there, but turned around to only find the one person. He let out a sigh of relief, but didn't relax completely. She smiled a little.

"You were really good. You too, Blaine." Blaine smiled a little a nodded in reply, waiting for Kurt.

Kurt remained silent, just staring at her. And then he let go of Blaine's and hand, and walked past the remaining space, and threw his arms around her in a tight hug.

"Thank you 'Cedes." He murmured. "You were great too. Original songs, huh?"

"Yeah. You should hear the one I wrote. Mr Schue wouldn't let me sing it for regionals though…"

"I… I'm sure it was perfect." He whispered.

Blaine watched the two, before slowly stepping away, giving them some privacy.

"I miss you, Kurt."

"I miss you too." He hugged Mercedes tighter, afraid to let go.

They were silent, just hugging, for god knows how long. And then Kurt felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Kurt? We all need to go on stage now…" He tuned and nodded at Blaine, before grabbing onto Mercedes' hand and walking with her to the stage.

New Directions all shot him sad smiles, but he ignored them. He kissed Mercedes on the cheek before pulling his hand away and joining his own group.

Blaine gave him a smile as he stood beside him, and grabbed his hand when he saw it shaking nervously and whispered 'It's going to be okay' into to his ear.

He didn't know what to think at that point. He'd always wanted to go to New York. But New Directions was where his dreams had started and he wanted them to win too. But the Warblers felt like his family now. More so than New Directions had.

He was thinking so much he didn't hear the results. And Blaine was whispering his ear.

"You're going to New York."

Wait… what?

He looked over at ND… they were celebrating too… But…

"It was a tie. Again…"