It wasn't until almost the end of the gig that Kurt realized that accepting drinks from Isabelle was likely not one of his brightest ideas. He already felt the buzz from the alcohol and knew that standing up wouldn't be an easy task, but Blaine announced that he was on his last few songs.

"Want another one?" Isabelle leaned over so she wouldn't have to shout.

"No," Kurt felt his stomach turn, "I'm going to head soon, rehydrate with water," he said pointedly when he saw her pushing over another glass with something he was sure was alcoholic, "and try and get some sleep for tomorrow."

"You know you can do that one a day later, right?" Isabelle smiled, "it's not like there are sets involved or anything."

"We're still set up with Amelie and Eric for the afternoon, though," Kurt replied, "it wouldn't be fair to reschedule, this all was short notice enough already."

"Well, if you happen to sleep in tomorrow…"

"Isabelle, I'm just going home."

"Alone?"

"Yes," Kurt was getting irritated and the lack of filter caused by the drinks was worrying him.

The last thing he needed was to lash out at his boss, regardless of how decidedly un-boss-like her behavior got around him. He had to work in the morning and there was no way he'd even consider anything beyond getting some rest. It didn't matter how fantastic Blaine's jeans were fitting and how mesmerizing he looked on stage, completely in his element and smiling like he'd just won the lottery whenever his eyes flitted over to Kurt.

Then, finally, Blaine was talking about the last song and dispelled the disappointment from the audience by promising to come back soon. Kurt let his chin rest on his hand and leaned on the table, eyes fixed on the man on stage, singing a cover that Kurt definitely remembered from their high school years. His mind tried to mix the image of Blaine up on the stage in front of him with the memory of Blaine in the Dalton uniform and in his slightly intoxicated brain, the resulting image made it impossible to hold back a groan.

"Go get him," Isabelle whispered in his ear and he grumbled, but stood up shakily to head for the backstage area.

Blaine jumped off stage and immediately ran over to Kurt, their fingers linking and Blaine's lips brushing against his cheek once they were behind the door.

"You were amazing," Kurt whispered as he let Blaine pull him towards his dressing room, "I wish I'd seen you more often before. I can't believe I…" he paused, his brain failing to find the right words and blushed at his rambling.

"It was better playing with you in the audience," Blaine smiled and leaned in for a kiss as they slipped through the door and left the noise behind them.

"I can be, whenever you want me to," Kurt breathed out, "If you want me to."

"Of course I do," Blaine's arms wrapped around Kurt's waist, "I wish I'd been able to sing a song for you officially. They were all for you though."

"Even the one you dedicated to Isabelle?" Kurt smirked and dropped his head onto Blaine's shoulder.

"OK, maybe not that one," Blaine laughed, "I don't think Dancing Queen is quite your thing."

"She was pretty impressed with the 'only seventeen' part, though."

"That does not surprise me."

"You sure know plenty of tricks on how to charm ladies," Kurt muttered into Blaine's shoulder, arms wrapped tight around his boyfriend.

"Are you…" Blaine gasped and pulled away a little, "are you jealous?"

Kurt shook his head unconvincingly, and tried to not let his panic show all too much.

"Kurt," Blaine's voice softened, "what are you afraid of?"

Whoa.

"Everything," Kurt whispered back.