"Tina, can you hand me the red thread?" Kurt asked the costume fitter, as he continued to sew Anita's dress. "I swear, if Santana cannot resist the urge to rip off this dress after every fitting, I'm going to remake the entire thing out of Velcro."

"Oh, shut it, Hummel. You know you couldn't possible make a hideous dress for a sexy Latina like myself. I look good in absolutely everything," Santana Lopez, the actress for Anita said casually, from afar.

Kurt rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly. He had worked with Santana in another Broadway production, Evita, and appreciated her snarky humor and witty comebacks.

"So, Kurt," Tina started, "Have you seen our Tony yet?"

"I haven't actually," he said, with thread in his mouth, "Why, have you gotten his measurements yet? I need to get started on his costume as soon as possible, since he was the last one who was cast."

"Nope." She smiled mischievously, twirling in the chair in front of the vanity mirror. "I'm going to need you to take over on that one. You know, because I'm so busy with Rachel's 'Maria' dress and Sebastian's 'Bernardo' outfit."

"Tina Cohen-Chang, what are you planning?" He gave her a side glance, but didn't stop sewing.

"What do you mean?" She blinked way too innocently. "Anyways, he should be back here soon, and I'll be... over there. You know, in a far away general sort of area."

Not too long after she had left, a short, wide-eyed and unbelievably gorgeous man walked in, holding a maroon cardigan and a script. When he got closer, he noticed that he had the most beautiful hazel eyes, that had soft shades of green floating in them.

Kurt noticed he was saying something, well, rambling actually, but couldn't get his mind back into reality until the other man cleared his throat.

*^.^*

After brief re-introductions with everyone in management and receiving his script, he was all but shoved backstage to get measurements for costumes, with instructions to look for a Kurt Hummel.

He went to the back and passed an Asian girl who had a huge smile on her face. She looked at him and said, "Tony, right?" Blaine smiled and nodded. "Kurt's back here, just make a quick left."

He followed her directions and saw a slender man with coiffed hair working intently on a red dress. He looked up at him curiously, and Blaine's mind short circuits. Oh, my goodness... this man is beautiful, his eyes are like tiny oceans, his skin is flawless, is he blushing or are his cheeks naturally pink?

He's immediately transfixed and the first thing his brain tells him to do is ramble.

"Boy, you all sure work fast around here! Are you Kurt Hummel? They told me to come back here for measurements, I'm sure mine is one of the last costumes you need to work on, they had a lot of processing to do for my role, I'm glad they chose me, I've dreamed of being Tony, but um-" Blaine stopped. Was he even listening? Maybe I should start over. Blaine cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, I was a little distracted," the other man replied, as he got up and extended his hand. "Yes, I'm Kurt Hummel. You are our Tony, I suppose?"

Blaine took his hand and shook it, noting how soft they were. "Yeah, um, I'm Blaine. Anderson."

Kurt smirked and said, "Nice to meet you, Blaine. Anderson."

Blaine blushed as he pulled his hand back. "Well, shall we get started?"

"Absolutely. Strip, please."