It took a little over two hours for Blaine to fully understand the play.

Kurt had retrieved the script from his room, and the six of them poured over sections – talking through characters, storylines and what Kurt had in mind.

It was a little overwhelming.

James was a street-smart bartender who, throughout the play, acted as the underdog. He gives Tomas – the main character and Kurt's role – subtle advice – even subtle to the audience, that drives Tomas to his ultimate goals.

It was quite brilliant – the play itself – but the fact that it came from Kurt's brain…

It was mind-blowing.

"This is….wow…" Blaine said softly – four hours after Kurt's family had left.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, an amused grin on his face as he poked his head into the room. "Still reading? I thought you had gone to bed?"

"I…I've read it three times now and I still can't get over how brilliant this is." Blaine gushed appreciatively.

Kurt modestly looked away, a proud grin on his lips. "I'm glad you like it. And you like your role?"

Blaine beamed. "Yeah, definitely. Good character."

"You're alright with…kissing me, right? I mean…" Kurt blushed a little, laughing and trying to wave it off. "There's the whole scene with his sexuality and the-"

"Kurt, we've kissed before." Blaine shrugged, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"I know but…" Kurt shrugged as well. "It's different now."

"Well, just so you know…I am very okay with kissing you onstage." He grinned cheekily, wondering where this sudden burst of confidence came from, and handed Kurt his script. Kurt looked wide-eyed, and Blaine quickly backtracked. "I'm…going to bed now. I'll see you in the morning."

He hurried upstairs, shaking his head.

How could he?

I've had some bad dating history…

Kurt had said that this afternoon – that very afternoon – and Blaine still had the nerve to make a move.

Blaine was confused.

Did he even like Kurt?

His irrational, subconscious side of his brain seemed to think so.

Sure, he was great. Handsome, funny, smart, intelligent…

BAD DATING HISTORY.

But what did that even mean? Abuse? Messy break-up? Death?

They weren't close enough friends for Blaine to ask…maybe he could ask Derek and Ian?

But it still didn't solve Blaine's problem with actually knowing if he liked Kurt.

One thing was for sure.

Kurt didn't exactly respond well to his advance.

^.^

Kurt stared up after Blaine minutes after he left.

It was ridiculous, the way he froze up like that. He should've said something. Anything.

But no. He froze. Like always.

It had been a couple of years now – he should be over it.

Should be.

Finally he moved – sitting down at the couch. He couldn't blame Blaine for trying – he was probably just being nice.

Not making a move or anything.

But what if he was making a move.

Kurt couldn't deal with that. He just couldn't.

Not now. Not yet.

It was too soon.

He gave a giant sigh and stood up, returning the play to its cabinet.

It wasn't too soon. It really wasn't.

^.^

When Blaine woke up at eight the next morning, surprised he hadn't been woken up earlier. There was no noise from downstairs, and he frowned as he pulled his laptop over, turning it on and yawning sleepily.

His eyes widened when he opened his email – there was an unread message from Kurt titled 'Cast List'. Rachel had probably been right – he'd had it saved as a draft for a while now. He opened it, and it showed the multitudes of characters – each with two names next to them.

Blaine's eyes were wide as he read through all of the names – trying to remember who was which.

At the bottom of the list was a schedule for the next month – who had to be at each rehearsal, what time they started, and a note telling them that Kurt would have the rest of the rehearsal schedule out as soon as possible.

Blaine had a meet and greet with the cast tomorrow – involving a read-through of the script and what Kurt was expecting.

He was nervous as hell. Now that he knew his role, things were becoming serious. He played a lead in a professional show. A Broadway show.

Holy hell.

There was a sharp knock at his door and he practically jumped in surprise.

"Come in?"

Kurt opened the door and poked his head in.

"Hey –you get the schedule?"

Blaine nodded, grinning.

"You're happy." Kurt commented, shuffling further into the room.

Blaine shrugged. "This is becoming very real to me. It's...daunting."

"But good, yeah?"

Blaine nodded enthusiastically. "Very good."

"Alright…enjoy it, because the next couple of months are going to be hell…"

Blaine laughed. "Gee, thanks."

Kurt shook his head. "Did you want to do anything today?"

Blaine paused. Yes, he would love to do everything with Kurt. He took a deep breath in. He was a professional. That's not the way it worked.

"I've got nothing planned…" he paused. "Why, did you have anything in mind?"

Kurt shrugged. "Ian and Derek are doing some last minute preparations for tomorrow…they're installing speakers for the warehouse so we can play some of the music we put together on Sibelius…"

"On what?" Blaine cocked his head.

"Sibelius…?"

Blaine gave him a blank look.

"It's a music making software. Derek is like, the only person in the world who understands it fluently. I write it on the blank manuscript, and he puts it on to this fantastic program so we can hear what it'll sound like if we had an orchestra."

Blaine grinned. "That actually sounds really cool."

Kurt nodded. "We get the orchestra a couple of months later, so we have to deal with what we've got so we can teach the dancers."

"Tomas and James are dancers, aren't they?"

Kurt grinned. "Yeah. They are."

"I'm sorry if I…" Blaine grinned. "Show you up onstage."

Kurt snorted. "Just because you strip, doesn't mean you can tango…"

Blaine chuckled. Kurt was fun to flirt with – he was openly flirting and he was very aware of it, but he didn't mind – especially when he got to see that smile on Kurt's face.