"Emergency at the rehearsal. Had to go, but you looked too peaceful to wake you up. Be back later with lunch. xoxo"

Blaine smiled a little at the note. He stretched and got out of the bed, examining the room. The walls were a light shade of gray with black furniture. There were Broadway posters covering the wall, along with pictures of Kurt and his friends. All were framed and hung thoughtfully. Walking over to a photograph, he could see Kurt with a group of people gathered together on a couch. Blaine assumed it was Kurt's glee club. He could point out Puck, Rachel, and Lauren, and finally got an idea of who Mercedes was. Everyone was smiling so warmly in the picture that Blaine couldn't help smiling too. He then walked over to the black desk sitting by the window. On it sat a dictionary, a couple picture frames, a typical desk lamp that reminded Blaine of the one in the Pixar logo, a laptop, a container holding Kurt's absurd amount of pens, pencils and highlighters, and countless papers. He picked up a few pieces to see writing covering most of the page, scratch outs and ink smears spotted the papers.

"Writers," he laughed.

Setting the papers down, he picked up a picture frame, labeled "Opening Night." It was a picture of Kurt and Rachel, dressed in their Wicked costumes. Both of them were beaming and held a bouquet of flowers. How Blaine wished he could've seen Kurt perform in Wicked. Carefully setting the frame back down, Blaine made his way into the living area of the apartment.

Taking advantage of the solitude, Blaine walked around, noting the personal touches Kurt had added to the apartment. In the corner of the living area, there was a bookcase holding all the books Kurt had read. Accompanying the books were a couple of photo albums, one labeled "Kurt." Blaine took out the album and sat on the couch, opening to a random page. There was a picture of Kurt, with three other people. "Finn, Carole, and Dad" was scrawled underneath. Kurt had talked about his family and Blaine had talked to Finn once on the phone, but now he could associate faces with the people. The little family was standing outside a house, which Blaine assumed was Kurt's old home. Finn, he recognized, was in the photo Kurt had of the glee club. Kurt's stepmother, Carole, seemed to be a pleasant woman and seeing her warm, motherly smile made Blaine feel a little homesick. Kurt's father was around Finn's height in the picture and bald. In the picture, he was beaming. Blaine figured the smile was probably due to the happiness he had found in the new family he was lucky to have gained. Blaine smiled once more at the picture before turning the page and immersing himself in the pictures. He finally saw what Kurt looked like when he was younger, how beautiful Kurt's late mother truly was, and who all the members of the glee club were.

Blaine was so enveloped by the photographs, he didn't hear Kurt return home from rehearsals. He found Blaine sitting on the couch and noticed the green book in his hands.

"Having fun?" he asked with a smile. Blaine turned around with a small gasp.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't you come in! I was just looking through some pictures," he admitted, holding up the book as evidence. Kurt walked over to him and set a brown bag down on the table in front of them.

"You were a cute baby," he said as Kurt sat down next to him on the couch.

"Thank you," he replied, blushing slightly.

"I'm sorry for leaving you by yourself this morning. I tried ignoring my phone the first couple times it rang, but after a while I figured it must be important. And I didn't want to wake you," explained Kurt.

"No need to apologize. I actually had fun finding these beautiful photos of you. I'd be careful, though, if I were you. I could find a picture of you that you hate and use it against you if I wanted to," Blaine joked. Kurt started to laugh and Blaine joined in shortly after, admiring the way Kurt's face lit up when he smiled. Once the laughter ceased, Kurt patted Blaine's knee and stood up.

"Come on," he said. "Let's eat!"

Sometime during their lunch, Kurt's phone began to ring. Kurt looked at the number on the screen and groaned.

"Oh my god, what could have possibly gone wrong since I left?" he cried. He answered the phone with a roll of his eyes. He was silent for a moment then began to knead the bridge of his noise. Kurt's responses were short and pointed.

"Oh... I see... Yes... Yes, Dana... Yes, I'll come... Of course... Sure... Mhmm... Well, great... Okay..." He dropped the phone with an exasperated sigh once the call ended. Kurt was obviously stressed.

"What happened?" Blaine asked, taking Kurt's hand in his.

"Well, this morning when I went up, I had to help fix a scene because it wasn't going over well or some shit like that. Now they're telling me the actors are having issues with one another and the scene isn't all that great so they need me up there. Not to mention I have to still finish costuming, set design, music, and lighting. It's all so much," Kurt sighed. Feeling guilty, Blaine developed a solution.

"I'll come with you," he suggested. Kurt stared at him, puzzled.

"What?"

"I want to come with you!" he repeated. Kurt still looked at him.

"Are you sure? They're all pretty vicious."

"Positive."

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"Blaine?" Kurt asked, eyebrow raised.

"Hmm?"

"You're fidgeting," he stated.

Kurt was right. Blaine was a nervous wreck, shifting in his seat, worrying his bottom lip and wringing his hands. They had pulled up to the theatre and were sitting in the car together.

"I can turn around now if this will freak you out too much," Kurt said. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Blaine shook his head and looked out the tinted windows.

"No, we're already here. That'd be a waste. I'm just afraid I'll make a terrible impression on everyone. This is your life, you know? What if people don't like me and so they start to not like you as a result? What if I just mess things up completely?" then Blaine paled at his next thought. "What if I knock over a small prop but that leads to a chain reaction? Like the Rube Goldberg machines. Just one little action, then ladders fall, and props break, the stage comes down, curtains and light fixtures fall, something catches on fire and then your lead role gets injured and can't do the show anymore, and you get so mad at me for ruining your show that we break up, and oh my god," Blaine stopped only to catch his breath.

Kurt turned to face him, his eyes wide. "Blaine, seriously, I can just turn around now."

Blaine just shook his head and opened the door. "No, I'm going to do this," he said, walking towards the building. Kurt rolled his eyes, laughing. He secretly loved Blaine's frantic behavior. Falling into step at Blaine side, Kurt leaned in to whisper in Blaine's ear.

"Just stay by me. Hold on to my hand and don't let go, okay?" He slipped his hand into Blaine's. Blaine nodded and intertwined his fingers with Kurt's.