"Kurt," Blaine's voice sounded far away and Kurt turned his face down to the floor.

He wasn't entirely sure why he was panicking all of a sudden, when only a few days before it was all giddiness and smiles and giggles and … 'Perfect'. The word flashing through his mind made everything click together. It wasn't something that happened, to anyone in his life and especially not to him.

"Kurt, sweetie," Blaine came into focus again as Kurt lifted his gaze of the floor and met Blaine's worried eyes, "can we talk this through somewhere else?"

"Yeah, I…" Kurt swallowed and felt his shoulders slump, "Would you mind coming to my place? It's closer and we have the photos to take in the morning… not that I expect you to stay the night or assume you want to…"

"OK, rambly drunk," Blaine laughed softly, "I'll remember that. Of course we can go to your place, it's a safer idea anyway."

"Safer?" Kurt frowned in confusion.

"Paparazzi and fans," Blaine shrugged at the explanation, "I'll have one of the boys get you to your place and I'll sneak out after, OK?"

The additional complication of Blaine's fame hit Kurt on top of everything else and he froze mid-step on the way to the door.

"They won't see you," Blaine reassured, looking back to Kurt.

"That's not…" Kurt shook his head, "No, it's just, this is the first time it's actually hit me that you're famous."

"I'm not, though, not really."

"J-14 and whichever other teen magazines out there beg to differ, Mr. Anderson," Kurt smirked.

Joking, he thought, I can do joking.

The look of relief in Blaine's face told Kurt that the smirk and teasing were a welcome turn of events from the earlier freak out. He knew they'd still need to talk and that it wouldn't be a short or easy talk, but the tension in the room eased off significantly.

"Come on, before they storm in here and catch us in a compromising position," Blaine shot back.

"I'm not the one who needs to worry about headlines in the National Enquirer," Kurt replied as they headed down the corridor.

"I'm more worried about Twitter, those people are vicious."

"Aw, but they love you there so much," Kurt nudged Blaine's shoulder and was rewarded with a puzzled look.

"And just how would you know that about me and Twitter, Mr. Hummel? Have you been cyber-stalking me?" Blaine laughed, "Or worse, no, wait…"

Kurt's eyes widened as he realized where Blaine was heading with the thought.

"Do you have a Warbler blog?"

"I do not," Kurt protested immediately.

"That was…" Blaine chuckled, "Entirely believable. Yes, I completely trust your words on that, Kurt, not a smidgen of doubt."

"Fine," Kurt grumbled, "I may have done an album review on Candlelight," he saw Blaine's grin widen at the mention of his latest CD.

"I might just need to read that," he said and his eyes darted over to the bodyguard they reached at the end of the corridor, "when we're at your place, you can show me."

With that, he nudged Kurt over to the open door leading to the parking lot, then turned around and jogged back through the corridor where his manager was waiting.