"What is going on with you and princess?" Sebastian asked. He had shown up at Blaines hotel room at ten in the morning and insisted Blaine join him for a “lady chat.” 

"Neither of you are ladies," Kurt pointed out.

"You and Mercedes have lady chats all the time. And from the way Blaine goes on about how much he likes your dick, Im pretty sure youre not a lady either," Sebastian said. "Go get a massage and well catch up with you later."

Kurt found a nearby day spa and set up an appointment. As soon as he left, Sebastian dragged Blaine to a nearby diner and started grilling him.

"I dont know," Blaine admitted. "He and Cooper have been best buddies since they started filming this stupid movie. Its insane. We took Cooper to a gay club for *research* and Kurt sent him off with at least half a dozen condoms and I think he came back with two."

"Shut the fuck up. Kurt turned your super hot, super straight brother bi? Jesus. I gotta talk to princess about hooking me up."

Blaine banged his forehead on the table. "Not you, too."

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

“Don't be nervous,” Kurt said. “You're amazing. Everyone is going to love you as much as I do.”

Blaine's palms sweated. They were off in the wings of the stage waiting for Blaine to be introduced. He was going to get on stage and his guitar would slide out of his hands and he be standing there starring at the shattered remains of his instrument. “What if no one likes my singing? Steve is going to regret signing me up for this.”

Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine's temple. “I promise you'll have a few fans who's cheers will drowned out any negative noise.”

A chuckle escaped Blaine's mouth. “How loud can you and Sebastian be?”

Kurt gave him a “bitch, please” glare. “We'll be loud enough. Now go wow the audience.”

Blaine sat on a stool in the middle of the stage, the lights in his face. He could just make out Kurt and Sebastian off to the right. Several people sat at the table with them. Some tall blonde guy had his arm around Kurt. Blaine squinted. The guy looked familiar. It better not be that fucking Logan. How the hell had Kurt gotten some guy to hit on him less that twenty seconds after leaving Blaine?

A skinny girl with long blonde hair waved and Blaine recognized a few people from New Directions, Nick and…yep, that was Jeff. Now he felt silly. Sam had his arm around Kurt. The entire table erupted into cheers and he started his set. It was tricky to tell with the lights, but he spotted Santana and Dani. And it looked like Brittany might have brought a guy with her.

Blaine had never considered how having his own personal cheering section would improve his performance. He couldn't believe that Kurt had managed to wangle up several friends just to see him sing.

The set went spectacularly. He didn't say he was dedicating Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy to Kurt, but he sang it for his husband. People cheered and clapped, and not just the ones at Kurt's table. Several couples got up and danced. 

When the notes from the last song had faded and he finished his bows, Blaine walked down the side of the stage towards Kurt and his friends. 

A few people patted him on the back and said, “Nice job,” and, “Great singing.” Two drunk giggling ladies tried to give him their address, which he declined three times before they got the hint. A tiny part of him wanted to tell Cooper he could pick up two chicks at the same time. 

“How'd you pull this off,” Blaine asked when he made it over to Kurt.

"I felt bad I was going to miss your show so I called in some reinforcements," Kurt said.

"This is amazing.” Blaine ended up in a dog pile when everyone tried to hug him at the same time. 

When he finally managed to squirm out of the middle, he turned to the one person he didn't know. “Are you going to introduce me?”

Brittany smiled at Blaine. "This is my boyfriend, Superman. Superman, this is Blaine. Blaine, this is Santana. I had sex with her in high school. This is Sam. Sam, Blaine. Blaine, Sam. I had sex with him in high school. This is Kurt. I made out with him in high school when he wasnt gay for a week, but he wouldn't have sex with me. Blaine, these are Warblers and I didn't have sex with them in high school because I don't do animals.”

Superman blinked. "What? How are you not gay for a week?"

Blaine figured it was a rhetorical question, but Kurt answered anyway. 

“I thought my dad would like me better than Fi-“

Santana elbowed him. “Not in front of Brit,” she hissed.

“I…uh,” Kurt stammered, “thought my dad didn't want a gay son, so I dressed in a flannel and dated Brittany. I was still gay and he loved me no matter what.” Kurt paused. “I'm assuming your real name isn't Superman…”

“I forgot.” Brittany said quickly. “I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, but they won't say anything. This is my boyfriend Clark. He's a reporter for a newspaper.”

Clark let out a breath. “Sweetheart. I'm not a reporter and I'm not Superman.”

“You are Superman. You have the outfit and everything.”

“Yes, I wore it to ComicCon last year. You dressed as Poison Ivy.”

Santana leveled a look at him that could melt an iceberg. “So Clark. What have you been telling Brittany? I will kick your ass into next week if you're playing her.”

He sighed. “My name really is Clark. I'll show you my license.”

Santana crossed her arms and tapped her foot until he pulled it out. “Okay, Clark. You get a pass this time.”

“I want you to wear the suit again this year,” Brittany continued as if there hadn't been an interruption. 

“You didn't seem to have much fun, but we can go again if you want.”

“Kurt wasn't there last time. I want to dress him up as a unicorn since he wouldn't do it in high school. I still have all the stuff.”

Santana snorted. “Lady Hummel with a bunch of comic book nerds? No way.” She nudged Blaine. “Preppy would be all over it.”

“Kurt's going as Kevin,” Brittany insisted, "but I still want to dress him up as a unicorn."

A sinking sensation swept over Blaine.

Kurt put an arm on Blaine's shoulder. “I didn't find out until yesterday and I didn't want to pull focus from your singing. It was a last minute thing. Someone canceled last week.”

“It's not a comic book movie.” Blaine wasn't sure how he felt about this and wanted a moment to process without friends he hadn't seen in forever expecting him to be excited. He knew it would be great publicity, but he'd been looking forward to filming being over so he wouldn't have to keep hearing about Cooper the annoying.

“Half the stuff and most of the movies at Con aren't comic book related,” Sam said.

“I'm getting you an extra ticket.” Kurt smiled. “And I'll be speaking on a panel and signing some autographs, but other than that, we can watch trailers, I can pick apart the terrible outfits, and you can dress up.”

That actually sounded okay, Blaine thought. There had to be a catch.

“I bet we'll hardly see Cooper.”

And there it was. 

“I mean besides the hotel room. We were lucky to get a room with two beds, so the three of us sharing'll be fine.”

No. There was the catch.