Kurt felt like he had been driving forever. He had already taken the wrong exit once and stopped for about an hour to eat and sleep because he was exhausted. After driving for twelve hours he needed a break.

Kurt stopped at a hotel and got a small room with one bed. He knew that the New Directions would be sleeping since their competition was in the morning and they had probably rehearsed all day after coming too.

Suddenly he felt his phone vibrating as he was sitting on the bed. Kurt picked up and saw his dad was calling him, "Hey Dad."

"Did you make it?" Burt asked him.

"I did," Kurt sighed, "I figured I would get a hotel for the night and start fresh tomorrow."

"Good idea," Burt said, "I'm proud of you Kurt."

"Yeah," Kurt said playing with the blanket, "Thanks for...you know, everything."

"Anytime," Burt said, Kurt knew he was smiling, "I'm just glad to have my kid back. I've missed him."

"Dad, I've been thinking."

"What's that?"

Kurt looked at the ceiling, "That if you love Carole as much as you do then I'm happy for you. I really and truly am."

"Thanks Kurt."

"I love you Dad."

"I love you too Kurt. I think you should get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow," Burt said to him.

Kurt sighed, "Yeah. Night Dad."

"Good night Kurt and good luck."

Kurt hung up and set his phone down on the bed. He did have a big day tomorrow and he needed to start planning. Grabbing his notepad from his bag he had written some ideas down while he was driving.

Kurt thought about texting Santana or Quinn or Brittany, but ultimately decided against it. He wanted to surprise Blaine and telling any one of them he was coming wouldn't be a surprise.

After making a few phone calls, Kurt realized he should have listened when the girls would blabber on about Glee club. He found the hotel they were staying in and where the competition would be held at.

Kurt finally went to bed, but he could hardly sleep and ended up staring at the ceiling for two hours before falling asleep and waking up again an hour later.

The alarm on Kurt's phone finally went off and Kurt jumped out of bed. He probably only slept about four hours, but that didn't matter. Today he was going to do something he never thought he would do.

Kurt Hummel was going to tell Blaine Anderson how he felt about him. And if that wasn't the scariest thing he had ever done, he didn't know what was.

Kurt showered and then put on his outfit. He chose a nice pair of pants, which showed off his butt, with a tighter fitting grey long sleeve shirt and black vest. He was quite proud of himself for choosing such an outfit.

Finally, Kurt grabbed his phone and wallet and fixed his hair one more time, before he left and started his adventure in the New York streets. His first stop was some coffee because he could not operate without it.

And Kurt refused to go to the Starbucks that happened to be on practically every corner. He found a small little coffee shop and walked inside. Taking a quite look around, he found that this was the type of coffee shop he enjoyed.

"What can I help you with today?" the man behind the counter asked him.

Kurt walked up to the counter, "Erm, just a medium drip is fine."

"Oh you one of those types of coffee drinkers," the guy smiled as he put the order into the cash register.

Kurt shrugged as he took out his wallet, "What do you mean?"

The guy walked over and started to make Kurt's drink, "A plain dark coffee drinker?"

"Not at all," Kurt said, "I only order a plain dark coffee as you call it to test out a coffee shop. Getting just the simplest coffee order is a great way to see just how good a coffee shop is."

"Then why not just go to a Starbucks?" the guy asked him, "I mean aren't they consistent wherever you go?"

"Probably," Kurt shrugged.

The guy set the coffee down in front of him, "That's four seventy five."

Kurt handed the guy a five dollar bill, "Just keep the change." He turned around and walked out of the coffee shop smiling to himself.

After his coffee, Kurt felt his head was thinking more clearly and he started with Operation Tell Blaine How He Really Felt. Now he was starting to sound like Finn. He shook his head and spotted the place he needed to get too.

There was a flower shop across the street. He crossed the street walking inside. Its sign read Angie's Flowers was brightly displayed. He always loved the smell that first hit him when he walked into different flower shops. Finn was talking about how Blaine had helped him pick out his corsage for Rachel and then his date didn't even get him a boutonnière.

A girl about his age came walking out, "Oh hello. Can I help you with anything today?"

"Actually I was just hoping to find a simple small bouquet," Kurt explained.

"For a special someone?" the girl asked with a smile.

Kurt smiled back, "Yeah, he really is."

"Well you came to the right place," the girl said bouncing on her feet, "What kind of flowers were you thinking?"

Kurt bit his bottom lip and wondered what kind of flowers Blaine actually liked. He knew with Blaine's eye color it would be impossible to find a flower that matched them, but he could find a flower to compliment them.

Kurt reached out and gently touched the flower in front of him, "I'm not sure."

"Either you are saying you're sorry or I love you," the girl said with a smile.

Kurt looked over at her, "Well, sort of both."

"I have just the perfect idea then," the girl said, "Come with me into the back." Kurt followed as they walked behind the counter and he saw a bored guy standing and reading at the cash register. "Keep an eye on the shop Chuck."

"Sure sure," the guy said waving a hand and going back to his book.

The girl walked them into the back, "This way," she said pushing open a door and they walked into a small room.

Kurt looked around, "Wow. It smells wonderful in here."

"I know," the girl said, "Now you said he is someone special, you are apologizing, and saying I love you. So you my friend only deserve the best."

Kurt saw the beautiful red and yellow roses in front of him, the colors were swirled together in one flower. "Oh my god, they are beautiful."

"I know," the girl smiled, "I've been working on them for months. I think I finally got the right amount of red with yellow."

"Working on them?" Kurt asked her.

"Yeah, I like to experiment," the girl said as she picked up another plant pot, "This was a fail."

Kurt looked at the sad plant, "I can see that."

"Its fine," the girl said, "How many do you want?"

Kurt thought for a moment, "I think just half a dozen."

"Wonderful," the girl said picking out six roses, "How about these six?"

"Perfect," Kurt said excitedly.

The girl turned towards the table in the middle of the room and began wrapping the flowers, "What's his name?"

"Blaine," Kurt said watching as she expertly folds the wrapping.

"Oh I like that name," the girl smiled.

Kurt blushed, "Me too. And I take it you are Angie?"

"No I'm not," the girl shook her head, "This was my grandma's store and I took it over. I'm Chelsea, I didn't have the heart to change her name on the shop."

"Well I'm Kurt and I think that it's wonderful you kept her name up there," Kurt said with a smile.

"Thanks," Chelsea said as she fixed the flowers one more time, "There we go."

Kurt took the flower bouquet she handed to him, "Thank you so much."

"No, thank you," Chelsea said as they walked back into the main room at the flower shop. "And that will ten dollars."

"Only ten dollars?" Kurt asked confused, "But your sign said..."

"Just ten dollars," Chelsea smiled.

Kurt gave her a look and then took out his wallet. He pulled out a twenty and handed it to her. "The rest is a tip."

"No," Chelsea said opening the cash register and handing Kurt a ten back.

Kurt started backing up, "Nope, you have already done so much. Thank you."

Chelsea stared at him, "Fine," she crammed the ten in the tip jar, "Good luck with your Blaine."

"Good luck with your shop, bye," Kurt said as he waved and left the store. He leaned down to smell the flowers. They were the loveliest flowers he had ever seen in his life. He knew Blaine would love them.

Kurt started to make his way towards the building he knew the competition was going to be at. There were so many Glee clubs running around. And some of the outfits were questionable in Kurt's mind. He wondered who picked them out.

Kurt found his way inside and found the hallway where the glee clubs were meeting. He started to walk down the hall until he was stopped.

"Excuse me, what school are you with?" the man asked.

Kurt froze and looked down at what he was wearing, he really should have thought about this, "Um, one from Ohio."

"Sorry only competitors passed this point," the man said, "Move along."

"But you don't understand," Kurt said, "I need to get back there. There is someone really important I need to talk too."

The man just stared at him, "Look kid, just wait until after the competition. You aren't allowed back there."

"But I need to get back there before it's too late," Kurt said, "I need to talk to him."

"I don't care," the man shrugged, "We've had schools come in and sabotage other schools. That isn't going to happen again."

"I'm not trying to sabotage anyone!" Kurt shouted, "I just need to go talk to someone from McKinley High."

"Move along son," the man said, "If you would like to watch the performances you are welcome to buy a ticket and talk to them after the competition."

"I don't have time to just sit around," Kurt groaned.

"Well then I don't know what to tell you," the man said, "Now move along before I have to have you escorted out."

Kurt grumbled as he walked away, he grabbed a schedule before he left. He walked outside and sat down on a bench. This was not how he thought today was going to go. The New Directions were no doubt in there and he wasn't going to see Blaine before he sang.

Kurt opened the schedule and found that the New Directions were going to sing in an hour. He needed to get in the room and find the closest seat he could find. Blaine had to find him in the audience.

After he bought a ticket, Kurt walked into the auditorium still holding the flowers he had bought for Blaine. He walked down the aisle and tried to find a seat in the front rows. "Excuse me," he asked a couple, "Is that seat taken?"

"No dear," the woman said, "Have a seat."

Kurt smiled, "Thank you," he sat down and held the flowers gently still trying not to squish them.

"Those are lovely flowers," the woman said.

"I know," Kurt smiled, "I'm hoping to give them to someone special, and he doesn't know I'm here right now."

"Oh that's sweet," the woman said to him, "Is he in one of the choirs singing?"

"Yeah he is," Kurt nodded, "And he is singing his first solo at one of these."

The woman smiled at him, "I hope he does well and you get to give him those lovely flowers."

"Thanks, I hope so too," Kurt said a choir came on stage.

"Is he in one of the choirs coming up?" she asked him.

Kurt nodded, "He is in the group from Ohio," he told her, "It's their first time here too."

"That's always the hardest," the woman said to him, "My daughter is a senior this year and it's her fourth year. Works so hard."

"Oh," Kurt said looking at her, "That's nice."

"Yep, her school placed third last year," the woman smiled, "I can feel that it's their year this time though."

Kurt nodded his head, "Well I suppose good luck to her then."

"We appreciate it," the woman said putting a hand over her heart.

Kurt just sat down in his seat as a choir walked on the stage and started singing. They were alright, but he definitely thought that the New Directions were slightly better. And even if he hated to admit it them having Rachel Berry made them have an edge, she was amazing.

Once the first choir was done they ran off stage. They waited for the next group to get ready.

"These are the most exciting parts," the woman said, "My daughter always thinks that. So are you from Ohio too then?"

"Yeah," Kurt said, "What about you?"

"We are from California," the woman told him, "The big sunshine state. Although for some reason my daughter wants to move here after she graduates. I don't have a clue why, she can get just as good of an education in California as she could here."

"Sure," Kurt shrugged, "But isn't it all part of the experience. I mean moving away from your family and growing up, moving on with your life or some call it starting a new chapter."

"You look so young," the woman laughed, "How are you so wise?"

"I have a father who taught me well," Kurt said looking down at the flowers in his lap, "I guess I get it from him."

"He must be a good man," the woman said, "Oh the next choir is on next."

They sat through the next choir and Kurt was once again unimpressed with them as well. Course none of them had Blaine, so he kept comparing them to that.

As soon as the choir walked off the stage Kurt couldn't hold in his excitement, Blaine said in the letter that he would be singing a song for him. He was worried, but wanted to be here, he had to hear the song.

Kurt scooted to the edge of seat as the New Directions were called onto the stage. He doesn't know if Blaine or any of them saw him, but he saw them and he saw Blaine.

Blaine was amazing and the song was true. Kurt was going to miss him. The New Directions then went into a new formation and sang another song. Kurt couldn't get Blaine's song out of his head though.

He stood up and thanked the woman for her kind words and luck to her daughter. He ran out into the entryway and waited by the hallway where they would emerge.

"I'm not going to let you in kid," the man said who was standing there from earlier.

"I know," Kurt said as he leaned on the wall, "I am waiting now, you can't tell me to leave if I'm just waiting."

"I guess not," the man eyed him curiously, "You said you were waiting for the McKinley group?"

"I am," Kurt nodded his head.

"Fine you can wait, but don't annoy me," the man grunted.

Kurt smiled, "Sure." he sat down on the floor and tried to get comfortable. He felt himself doze off at multiple times, still clutching Blaine's flowers. Until finally sleep over took him completely.

"Kurt?"

Kurt opened his eyes and he saw Blaine's face staring back at him, "Blaine!"