Kurt collapsed on his bed in yet another fit of frustration. What does one wear to a Warbler concert with the guy he likes? Unable to reach any kind of decision in the last 4 hours that he had spent packing, he had let his mind wander into fantasyland.

Imagining him and Blaine sitting, drinking coffee and holding hands, cuddling by the fire, watching some of Kurt’s favorite musicals, snuggled up under the covers on a cold Sunday morning. The list was endless. Though as much as his daydreaming brought a smile to his face, it had now left him in a state of panic. With a little over 9 hours until he needed to be leaving to catch his flight, he had a suitcase that contained 3 pairs of socks, 3 pairs of underwear and his pajamas. And nothing else. Everything he owned seemed very wrong. Not stylish enough, too casual, too formal, not sexy enough, too weird, too warm, too cold, not right.

Jeans he thought to himself Jeans are always a good idea in situations such as this. He pulled out a pair on simple black skinny jeans (that made his ass look really good, if he did say so himself), folded them and placed them neatly into his suitcase.

Well, it’s a start.

The next morning Rachel, as usual, was over-organized to the point of annoyance, making notes of how many seconds late they were and reminding him of the next ‘checkpoint’ on her schedule. Kurt simply rolled his eyes, but put up with it for her sake. In a way, he knew that this was just her method of dealing with stresses. They arrived at the airport in plenty of time to grab a cup of coffee and a croissant each before settling into the waiting chairs.

In a different corner of New York City, Blaine was practically shoving Sebastian out the door (well as much as he could) yelling at him; “for the last time, Bas, your hair is fine. More than fine, it’s wonderful. So can we please go?”

Sebastian ruffled his hair and smirked before passing the shorter man and holding the door open for him, motioning for him to come through. “Well, shall we, then?”

Blaine pulled him down by the shirt for a kiss as he passed before Sebastian gave him a playful slap on the bum, winking as he did so.

This is how things were between Blaine and Sebastian: easy. Easy, and carefree, and comfortable. It was a pattern that they had fallen into of being themselves,; overly silly for their age and happy. Not to say that they didn’t have their fair share of troubled water, because they did. Just that neither one of them really took anything too seriously, meaning that the smaller things blew over in a matter of seconds… generally.

Kurt arrived at the pristine, white center with an excitement he hadn’t felt since he got on that one fateful plane to New York before starting his life at NYADA. Being with Blaine was inexplicable, it was anxiety, and happiness, and love, and excitement, and terror and everything wrapped up into one. Seeing him emerge from the corner gave life to a new fleet of butterflies in his stomach and made his heart beat a little harder, a little faster. He gave the dark-haired boy a warm smile, which was returned before he turned to talk to someone who was not visible to Kurt’s eyes yet. That’s strange Kurt thought to himself He didn’t mention that he was coming with anyone.

A taller, skinny boy that Kurt immediately recognized as Sebastian followed Blaine around the corner, laughing and looking in Blaine’s eyes as if they were sharing some secret joke that no one else could possibly understand. It gave Kurt’s heart an undeniable twinge.

“Is that them?” Rachel asked curiously, following Kurt’s gaze.

He nodded, swallowed “Yes. The shorter one is Blaine, and the other is Sebastian, his… boyfriend.” Saying that word was almost physically painful. Boyfriend. Blaine has a boyfriend, and it’s not you.

“Oh Kurt. I’m sorry. Why didn’t you say something?”

“It- It doesn’t matter that’s why.” Kurt said, rather abruptly before speaking to the fast-approaching couple.

“Sebastian! Blaine! Hi.” Kurt called to them.  They made their way over, Sebastian’s arms wrapped protectively around his boyfriend’s waist.

“Kurt, hi!” Blaine said with an unnecessary enthusiasm, smiling broadly. Blaine gave Kurt a warm one-armed hug before introducing himself to Rachel, who failed wholeheartedly in acting nonchalant.

Sebastian shook his hand politely, but very obviously made no effort to sustain any kind of conversation with him. It was going to be a long 3 days.

Rachel and Sebastian got along surprisingly well. They bonded over mutual appreciation of great musicals and how wonderful they considered themselves to be. It wasn’t long before Rachel had declared she “must sing a song with Sebastian while we’re in Ohio!” They even sat together on the plane, giving Kurt the opportunity to spend a little more time almost alone with Blaine.

“So,” Blaine said a few minutes after take off, “I didn’t want to bring up your audition in case you bombed or something, but you haven’t mentioned anything at all and I’m not going to lie, it’s driving me a little crazy. Please put me out of my misery.” Blaine gave Kurt his best puppy-dog eyes and Kurt thought that, with that face, he would do anything he ever asked him to.

“I think it went well.” Kurt teased.

“Well? Come on, Kurt” Blaine complained.

“Fine. I got a call, and I’ve been invited for a callback next Thursday. So, I’d say it went pretty well.”

“Oh my God, Kurt, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you. Not that I’m surprised, I suspect you’re completely incredible. But well done, you must be so excited!”

Kurt laughed. “I think you’re a little more excited than I am, but thank you Blaine. It means a lot.”

“I guess you’re welcome? I just can’t believe you can even sit still. Have you decided what you’re going to sing for the callback?”

“You’re like a toddler, I swear. And no, I haven’t. Any ideas?”

Blaine grinned adorably. “Hmmm… I’ll give it some thought.”

About 45 minutes into the flight, Blaine dozed into a light sleep. His head fell to rest on Kurt’s shoulder, and though Kurt momentarily became very self-conscious and worried that Sebastian might notice, he did not have it in his heart to re-position him. Blaine mumbled softly in his sleep, and though he did not hear it, he was whispering Kurt’s name.