Blaine was busy psyching himself up, doing a few vocal warm-ups and what not when it dawned on him that Kurt was probably ten times more nervous than he was. This was his first competition with the Warblers and, while he may just be do-oping in the background, that's a big deal. Plus, he knew that Kurt tended to get a little overly anxious for things like this anyway.

Blaine politely made his way through the crowd of Warblers with many "excuse me" and "pardon me"s until he got into the main lobby. He found Kurt sitting at the venue's bar, talking with a relatively pretty brunette girl with a fairly large nose. As he approached, the bell for curtain call chimed. Thankfully, the Warblers would be performing second.

"C'mon, showtime," he said to Kurt, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Hey," he greeted the girl, who gave him a small smile and went on her way.

Kurt and Blaine headed in the opposite direction. "Nervous?" Blaine asked, standing behind Kurt and rubbing his shoulders for a second.

"Actually, no," Kurt said, sounding surprised with himself. "Maybe I'm too preoccupied with the drama that is my stepbrother's love life."

"Ah, was that the infamous Rachel Berry I just saw?" Blaine asked before realizing that maybe he shouldn't have revealed the fact that he remembered the name of Kurt's stepbrother's on-again, off-again girlfriend. It could very easily be misconstrued as Blaine paying too much attention to what Kurt has to say... Yeah, misconstrued...

Blaine and Kurt arrived in the green room which was buzzing with nerves and excitement, the sound of the Hipsters performance just barely audible through the walls as Kurt answered. "That would be her. Sometimes I truly believe that she doesn't know how to shut up."

Blaine laughed. "She can't be that bad."

Kurt scoffed. "You give her too much credit. I swear she's the love child of Barbara Streisand and Satan."

"Hot," Blaine smirked.

"Oh, shut up," Kurt laughed, hitting him lightly on the arm.

"Hey! Play nice," Blaine smiled, grabbing Kurt's arms. There was a moment of silence between the two. Blaine stared into the beautiful glasz eyes of the boy before him, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. He still wasn't used to anyone touching him. Blaine truly cared about him so much and he found him so bloody attractive. He was all hyped up about the show and there was so much unresolved sexual tension brewing under the surface, he just couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Kurt, I have something I have to get off my chest," Blaine said, shutting his eyes as his heart began to pound.

Suddenly, the curtain call bell rang. God fucking dammit, Blaine thought. "But it'll have to wait," he sighed, dropping Kurt's arms.

Kurt gave him a sad smile. "We'll talk," he said, walking away. "Good luck."

"C'mon, Warblers!" Wes yelled over everyone's conversations. "Get moving!"

Blaine robotically went through the motions of preparing the Warblers, his brain was completely in another place - Kurt.

Ever since meeting Kurt, Blaine had become a big believer in fate. Was the curtain call going off just as Blaine was about to confess his feelings a sign? Besides, whatever happened to being a friend and a mentor first? Blaine sighed. He knew what he had to do, even if it killed him to do so.

"And now, for our second performance of the program, from Dalton Academy in Westerville - the Warblers!"

Right on cue, Blaine raised his head, plastered on a show face and did what he knew best - sang.

"Hey, Blaine!" Kurt called after Blaine. Blaine turned on the spot to face him. This isn't going to be easy, he thought as he gulped. Kurt looked beautiful with a certain glint in his eye and a post-performance flush spread across his cheeks paired with a thin layer of sweat from the hot stage lights gleaming on his face that he would be sure to complain about if he knew it were there. "You did great out there," Kurt smiled.

"Thanks," Blaine grinned half-heartedly. "You did too."

"Hardwork do-oping in the background," he quipped.

A moment of silence fell upon them until Kurt seemed to remember what he had come to Blaine for. "So, what did you want to say to me earlier?"

Blaine shut his eyes. C'mon, Blaine. Think on your feet. "Um, I just wanted to admit that I was kinda feeling a little nervous," he rushed. "I just, um, had to get that... off my chest."

Blaine could have sworn Kurt looked disappointed. "Oh, well, don't worry. You did great. I'm sure we'll hear the judges verdict soon."

Blaine smiled warmly at his friend, patting him on the back. "C'mon, let's go watch New Directions."