Or someone.

Preferably someone with curly dark hair and gorgeous hazel eyes.

"Kurt, I don't think I can do this."

And there it was. That one sentence, or some variation of it, had been pretty much throwing itself at Kurt's head for the past hour and a half. And while he had been sympathetic the first time, that was around the 400th time Blaine had said it, and really, it was getting just a little bit old.

And that pacing was not helping matters in the slightest little bit, either.

"Kurt, I really-" He may or may not have snapped right then.

"Blaine." He grabbed his shoulders (which was pretty much the only way to get him to stop moving at this point) and steered him over to the bed.

"Sit down." Kurt was rather surprised at the amount of physical force he had to use to get him to actually obey.

"Look at me." It was becoming really hard not to just grab his face right then and there, because he kept looking off to the side, or at the floor, or really anywhere that wasn't Kurt's face, tightly crossing his arms and tapping his foot nervously against the floor the whole time. Kurt found himself thanking anyone up there that he had as much self-restraint as he did.

"Blaine," he said again, a lot more drawn-out and with a lot less patience. He finally, finally looked up, and Kurt really regretted losing his head even just a little bit.

Blaine's eyebrows were all scrunched together, the insides sort of pushing up the center of his forehead. He was staring up at Kurt, a little expectant, but mostly anxious. Really, really anxious.

And terrified. He was doing a fantastic job of hiding it, but Kurt had known him almost forever by now, and he could tell that Blaine was scared out of his mind.

And that scared him. Because Blaine had always been the one to grab his hand and haul him to his feet. To offer his shoulder to cry on, even when Kurt was far too proud to accept it. But he was a Hummel, goddamnit, and the Hummels did not give up.

Or at least that's what his dad always told him. It seemed like a pretty good excuse right about now. So he knelt down and rested his hands on Blaine's knees, loving and hating the way that his eyes followed him the entire way.

"Look, Blaine…" and he wondered why he kept saying that, because there really wasn't much to look at, was there, and in any case, he kind of had to get to the point, because those buttons were not going to sew themselves on. "I understand that after what you've been through, you're nervous about Prom. I get that." And he did, but he also kind of didn't, because something that terrible had never happened to him, and there wasn't really any way to actually get it unless it happened to him, so he really tried to keep that in mind as he trudged on.

"And if you want to back out…" which seemed pretty likely at this point. "…It's totally fine." But despite saying that, it wasn't, because Kurt really, really wanted this, probably more than anything besides being on Broadway or other things that he should not be thinking about right now, because, hello, your boyfriend is on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"But you're not alone this time." He conveniently neglected to mention Blaine's as-of-yet-unnamed-gay-friend, but he didn't count. Not really. "We're in this together." Which, wow, was probably one of the cheesiest things he'd ever said, but the words were already out there and floating around the room and being gently plucked out of the air by Blaine, who was hanging on to every single one. "We'll get through this together." The words hovered for a little bit, not quite collected but still having some impact, so Kurt said the only thing he knew that might help send them along to their destination. "Okay?"

And that did the trick, because Blaine was smiling a little bit (or at least attempting to do so), and Kurt was, overall, feeling pretty proud of how he handled that. And in his small moment of pride, he almost missed Blaine's little reply of "Okay." But he caught it, and he (tried) to smile for real, which, judging by Blaine's genuine smile, went over pretty well.

He sighed a little bit and stood up, cursing that awful tingly feeling in the back of his knees. Until he realized that Blaine was still firmly seated on the edge of his bed, arms still crossed, and looking off to the side once again. He sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on Blaine's knee, glad that he could do that and only feel a little bit awkward.

"You okay?" Blaine sighed, which wasn't much of a common occurrence, so Kurt guessed that he must have been really anxious about Prom.

Although he would never ask, he was beginning to wonder just a little bit how bad it had been.

"Yeah. I'm just…" he seemed to be searching for the right word, shaking his head slightly and shrugging his shoulders.

"Nervous?" Kurt supplied. And then mentally smacked himself for not letting Blaine talk. He wasn't in New Directions right now, in the choir room with 11 other people who were just as loud and just as determined and just as passionate as he was. He didn't have to shout to be heard.

Old habits die hard.

But Blaine, fortunately or unfortunately, was used to it, and just smiled and said, "Yeah. You could say that."

Kurt found himself winding an arm around Blaine's waist, pulling him against his side, as if they weren't close enough already. But Blaine just leaned against him, tucking his cheek on Kurt's shoulder and just sort of melting. He relaxed and uncrossed his arms and released a pent-up breath that Kurt was pretty sure he hadn't known he was holding. And Kurt felt a little tingle down his spine, that he could do that, with just an arm around the waist.

They stayed like that for a while, Kurt just holding on to Blaine and Blaine just leaning on him, heads forward, looking but not really seeing. Their minds were whirling too fast with thoughts of what if's and should I's and maybe if's, and Kurt was starting to think, that maybe this might not have been the best idea in the whole entire world right now. But he wanted this, wanted his perfect Prom, so much, and even though he was scared, Blaine wanted it too.

And besides, he was a Hummel. And Hummels did not give up.

Especially if their boyfriends were wrapping arms around their waists and melting just a little bit more.