“Blaine,” he said in a sad voice, tears threatening. He put one hand over Blaine’s on the microphone. Blaine threw himself at Kurt, hugging him tightly around the waist and crying into his shoulder.

“B, why are you crying.” Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine.

“I’m so tired. Of everything. Of my own thoughts, of my family, of Sebastian.” His voice cracked at least twice in the same sentence, and he sniffled at the end. It was heartbreaking.

Strong, brave, Blaine, everybody’s rock, always composed, was finally breaking down, it seemed. Kurt didn’t blame him on bit.

“What do you mean ‘your thoughts’?” Kurt skimmed his mouth along Blaine’s ear and kept it there.

“The same things you worry about. Graduation, being apart for almost a year. But at the same time I worry about you not getting in as well. Not that I think you won’t get in, I- I just don’t want you to be stuck here if they decide to get drunk during auditions or something.” Kurt chuckled dryly.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“I don’t know. Usually you just being there helps the most.” Blaine pulled away a bit to look into Kurt’s eyes.

“Tell you what. We are going to go to the store, get a boatload of ice cream and cookies and other stuff that we’ll regret later, and we are going to sit in silence and eat. Everything. Shamelessly, too. And then we’ll watch some ‘America’s Funniest Home Videos’ and maybe fall asleep after. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.” Kurt kissed Blaine on the forehead and they left the auditorium hand in hand.