He waited for his moment to walk on stage. The rest of the group were going to walk out two thirds of the way through the song for the big finish, but until then he was on his own. He wondered how long it would take Blaine to realise who he was. Maybe he would realise right away, if he even realised at all. Then again, how popular would 'Don't Cry For Me Argentina' be with high school show-choirs? And how many would choose a male to sing it?

"He'll know." Kurt whispered out loud to himself.

He heard the announcer and recognised his cue to walk on stage. Taking his place in the front and centre he saw Blaine sitting among the Warblers looking pleased and relieved. He realised that Kurt was looking at him. Well technically he realised that his competition, the person who now had to follow his performance, was looking at him, not Kurt. Still, he gave a friendly smile and an encouraging thumbs up which made Kurt's stomach do strange back flips. The music started and Blaine's smile slowly faded, their eyes stayed locked together as the instrumental introduction played. Blaine's eyes widened and he mouthed something that could have been 'Kurt'.

Reluctantly Kurt tore his eyes away to face the rest of the audience. He couldn't think about that now, because nothing was going to stop him from winning this competition and going to New York.

It won't be easy
You'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love
After all that I've done
You won't believe me
All you will see
Is a girl you once knew
Although she's dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you

He looked straight ahead, focusing on no one in particular. A spotlight was shining on him, thankfully making it almost impossible to see anyone in the audience. The nerves he had been feeling all morning had melted away. This was what he loved doing, what he was born to do.

I had to let it happen
I had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window
Staying out of the sun
So I chose freedom
Running around trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it too

He imaged he was performing on a different stage, a stage in New York. Not at Nationals, it wasn't for a competition, it was a show where people had paid to come and see him perform.

Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance

His dad would watch from the front row proudly with a tear in his eye. Rachel would be there, motioning for him to smile wider and project more. Mercedes would be sitting next to Rachel reminding her to stop backseat-performing. Blaine would be in the audience too, watching him, fulfilling his promise to attend his Broadway debut.

And as for fortune and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world
They were all I desired
They are illusions
They're not the solutions
They promise to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me

After the show Blaine would find him. He'd hand him flowers with a smile and tell him how amazing he was. Mesmerizing.

Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance

Then they would kiss. Blaine would take his hand and they would go back to their apartment. Like they did after every show.

Have I said to much?
There's nothing more I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do
Is look at me to know
That every word is true

As the music faded and the audience broke into applause, bringing him out of his fantasy. The spotlight lifted off him, making the audience visible again but he didn't dare look at Blaine. He still had to get through the group song.

When the New Directions finally closed their set he sneaked a look over at the warblers. They were all standing and cheering. He tried to spot Blaine but he couldn't see him. Had he walked out? Kurt felt his stomach fill with lead. They left the stage to wait for the judges to make their decision.

Kurt was pulled off to one side by Rachel where Mercedes was also standing.

"Tell her," Rachel said excitedly.

"Tell me what?" Mercedes asked, confused.

"Blaine's here," Kurt replied.

"What? Where?" Mercedes yelled.

"He's the lead singer of the Warblers," Rachel answered before Kurt could.

"Oh my god!" Mercedes squealed. "The one you yelled at in the Lima Bean?"

"I forgot about that!" Kurt swung his hand to his forehead. "He probably thinks I'm a huge Jerk."

"You have to go find him!" Mercedes said.

"Whoa," Rachel cut in. "After the judges make their decision."

Mercedes opened her mouth to argue back but Kurt shook his head.

"Rachel's right. We'll find out the results. Then i'll find Blaine."

Ten minutes later, all the groups were brought back onto the stage. The New Directions and the Warblers were separated by Aural Intensity in the middle so Kurt had trouble spotting Blaine.

"I'm bored let's just see who won huh?" The announcer said, opening an envelope.

Kurt closed his eyes and held on to his friends' hands. Then the voice rang out.

"The New Directions! You're going to Nationals in New York!"

For a brief moment everything else was forgotten. Various people were grabbing and hugging him and he cheered and jumped up and down with everyone else. When the excitement died down he realised the other groups had left the stage.

Kurt left his friends to search for Blaine. He ran off the stage and started searching the halls. Eventually he found the room where the rest of the Warbler's were but Blaine wasn't with them. He turned to walk back the way he came from and with a gasp, he realised Blaine was walking towards him. Blaine was looking down at his phone as he walked, not noticing Kurt was there until he was standing right him front of him. Their eyes connected and Blaine pressed a button on his phone without looking at it. A second later Kurt's phone was vibrating from inside his pocket. He grabbed it and read the screen. "Blaine calling."

"Kurt?" Blaine said.

"Hi Blaine," Kurt replied nervously.

There stared at each other for a moment before Blaine spoke again.

"What's happening here," Blaine asked cautiously.

Kurt wasn't sure how to answer the question. He wasn't quite what was happening sure himself.

"Did you know?" Blaine continued. "Did you know who I was all this time?"

"No!" Kurt choked. He could hear the accusation in Blaine's voice. "No! I promise. I had no idea." He was talking fast, getting worked up at the idea that Blaine might thing this was some stunt or that he'd lied to him like Jeremiah had done.

"I only realised when you got up on the stage and started singing. I swear."

"Kurt!" Blaine interrupted, taking a step forward. "Calm down. I believe you, okay?"

"I'll uh... I'll just leave you alone." He walked past Blaine and started to walk down the hall.

"Wait!" he heard Blaine call, and then he felt a hand in his.

He turned back to see Blaine looking worriedly at him. "Please don't go. I'm just... shocked."

"I'm sorry," Kurt said looking down. He wasn't really sure what he was sorry for but he didn't know what else to say.

After a few seconds he looked back up to see Blaine staring back at him with a wide grin on face. Kurt felt some of the lead in his stomach lift at the sight and he couldn't help but smile back.

"What?" Kurt said pretending to be annoyed by Blaine's grin.

"You're here," Blaine said simply. "That's good, isn't it?"

Kurt looked at him. Since the moment he realised that it was Blaine on the stage all he had felt was panic. Panic at Blaine's reaction and panic at having to perform his solo with this new huge distraction. Now he actually had a moment to think what else this meant. Blaine was his best friend and he was here, right infront of him.

"Yeah," he agreed. "It's good."

"I know this isn't exactly New York but would you like to grab a coffee with me?" Blaine asked.

"I have to get the bus back soon with the rest of my club," Kurt remembered. "I can't really leave the building."

"That's ok," Blaine smiled. "I spotted a drink machine earlier."

"Then show me the way," Kurt laughed.

Blaine was still holding Kurt's hand and as he led him down the hall.