Kurt arrived to the theater a good thirty minutes early. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so nervous about performing in his life. Probably not since his audition for NYADA, he thought. He wore a carefully tailored shirt of his own design, and those gorgeous purple pants Nick had chosen. Every one he saw told him how amazing he looked. It had taken him nearly an hour to get dressed, but he spent the whole day preparing mentally for tonight.  

He might as well have shown up completely naked. Tonight, he would lay his soul out in front of Blaine Anderson. The minute he knew Blaine would finally see him sing, the idea for the perfect song came to him. At least, it seemed perfect at the time. Now he wondered if it would be too much.

Kurt watched the doors open as the audience began to arrive. He knew most of the faces - school board members, local business owners, students from the rec center. They all seemed to arrive at once. From the look of the mob waiting to get in, it looked like tonight was going to be a full house. Suddenly, he started to feel sick. He flexed the fingers of his clammy hands, willing his palms with silent prayers to stop sweating. He didn't want to wipe his hands on his pants subconsciously, so he decided to go to the downstair's bathroom and dry them off. Then he sat on a chair, and waited. Kurt could hear the commotion from upstairs get louder as more people arrived, and he almost forgot how to breathe.

He heard footsteps race down the stairs and he knew it was time.

"Kurt," Mr. Schue called, frantically searching him out. "We need you."

"So, what are we doing again?" Sebastian asked. Blaine and Sebastian had been escorted to the mezzanine, which had been kept empty just for the celebrity judges. Two ushers set up a long table between the first row of seats and the rail. Sebastian sat in front of a small stack of papers and about twenty tiny pencils, each about as thin as a nail. He tried to write with one of them and it broke. Same with pencils two through fifteen. He gave up, and started arranging them on the table into random obscene shapes.

Blaine paced the row of chairs nervously, waiting to see his beautiful angel. The moment the director, William Schuester, had asked them if they needed anything, Blaine immediately said yes, knowing that Kurt would be sent to help them.

"Well," Blaine said, still pacing, "people are going to sing, and we'll pick out the best one. That person will get the scholarship."

"But, we don't know how much this scholarship is?" Sebastian said, putting the final touches on his pencil penis.

"Nope," Blaine replied. "The final amount is a total of the $30,000 donated by the sponsors, a portion of the ticket sales, and some auction they're going to have later."

"And what is there to buy?" Sebastian added some tiny pencil cum.

"Uh..." Blaine thumbed through the program he had been strangling in his hands as he paced. He raised his eyebrows. "The...performers, actually."

Sebastian looked up.

"Kinky," he said with a wink. "Maybe we can salvage this evening after all."

"Their voices," Blaine explained with a scowl. "You buy your favorite performer and have them record your answering machine message, or something."

"Great," Sebastian deadpanned. "So, who do we have to blow to get a bottle of water and a pencil that works?"

"That would be me," an angelic voice answered.

Blaine's smile lit up his face at the sound. He turned to see Kurt negotiating the seats, walking toward them. Blaine's heart slammed in his chest, and then stopped at the sight of Kurt dressed in head to toe purple - a perfectly tailored shirt that Blaine knew Kurt had made himself, and the most delicious looking pair of purple velvet pants he had ever seen. Blaine stopped short.

"Those...are an amazing pair of pants." Blaine looked him over appreciatively, "and may I add you're wearing the hell out of them."

"Really?" Kurt said with a tiny squeak. He hated the way it sounded, but he didn't mind the hungry look in Blaine's eyes as he nodded silently.

"Yup." Blaine longed to reach out and rub his hands up and down the soft fabric.

"Well, you should thank Nick," Kurt replied shyly, feeling very unlike himself beneath Blaine's scrutiny. "He thought you would like them."

"He was definitely right." Blaine couldn't stop staring. "But you know, I don't think they would look as good if they weren't on you."

Blaine stood close...so close. Somehow without realizing it, he had closed the distance between them, his eyes trained like a laser sight on those felony pair of pants, Kurt's pouty lips, the alluring flush in his cheeks...

"Yeah, you look great, princess. Can I get a bottle of water and a pencil that works?" Sebastian lamented.

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Hold that thought," he whispered seductively.

Kurt looked around Blaine's body to where Sebastian sat.

"One moment and I'll get that for you."

Kurt fixed Blaine with his intense sapphire gaze.

"And what do you need, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt's innocent voice calling Blaine by his last name had him hard in an instant. Blaine sucked in a quick breath through his teeth. He leaned in to Kurt a bit so only he could hear.

"You," Blaine whispered. "On your knees."

Kurt's eyes danced as he smiled.

"Well, Mr. Anderson, buy me at the auction, and we'll talk."

Kurt winked, then turned smoothly on his heel. With a gentle sashay of his velvet clad hips, he sauntered away.

Since Kurt's main capacity was making sure Sebastian and Blaine had everything they needed, he stayed up in the mezzanine. He sat beside Blaine, one hand laced with his as he imagined they were out on the town, watching an opera or a musical, like a real couple in love.

Sebastian had no respect for Kurt's daydreams, however, asking for at least four more bottles of water. Kurt wondered where he was storing it all since he hadn't gotten up to use the restroom once. Sebastian would have given anything to make Kurt disappear, but Kurt was wise to Sebastian's game, and after the fourth water request, he brought up the whole pallet. After that, Sebastian didn't ask for anything.

Blaine kept one hand on Kurt's knee, enjoying the plush fabric clinging like sin to his muscular legs. Blaine longed to run his fingers slowly up the seam and softly palm Kurt's cock, watch him writhe beside him in the dark safety of the theater, but he knew Kurt was nervous. Blaine was sure that giving Kurt a hard-on before he was set to perform wasn't exactly the right course of action. Though Blaine was pretty sure that a quick fuck in the bathroom might help. Still, he kept his lascivious ideas to himself.

Blaine didn't realize how difficult judging this competition would turn out to be, and it wasn't just for the distraction of the handsome man sitting at his side. There must have been twenty singers. Some of them tried way too hard, and some of them...Blaine wasn't exactly sure who told them they could sing, but those people needed to be drug out to the curb and shot. There were a handful of truly talented vocalists, but after a while, every one started to run together and sound the same.

After singer number 15, the lights came up in the theater, and every one took an intermission. Blaine was thankful to stand up and stretch his legs. Once he did, he noticed Sebastian's eyes staring overtly at his crotch. Sitting beside Kurt in the dark, touching his legs lightly with his fingers, and thinking of all the dirty things he was dying to do, had given Blaine an incredible erection.

"Well, Blainers." Sebastian stood and stretched alongside Blaine. "Who knew that musical theater in tiny cow towns would give you a woody."

Blaine turned quickly out of Sebastian's eye line, except now his crotch was inches from Kurt's face. Kurt laughed. He stood and sat himself on the long wooden table so he could be closer to Blaine's eyes instead.

"Well," Sebastian said, picking his way passed the seats, "since I don't imagine you two are up for a threesome while we wait for the next batch of losers to sing, I'm going to go rub one out in the bathroom."

"Down the stairs, two rights and a left," Kurt instructed dismissively as Sebastian walked by. Kurt didn't realize how relieved he would feel when Sebastian left.

"So," Blaine said, trying to relieve the tension, "if you were going to choose someone for this scholarship, who would the lucky winner be?"

Kurt chuckled.

"Seriously?" Kurt asked, and Blaine nodded.

"Well, I'd give it to Bethany Philips," Kurt said. Blaine leaned a bit to look over the balcony, trying to see if he remembered a Bethany.

"Short woman," Kurt helped, "in the atrocious purple dress suit with the adorable Jimmy Choos?"

"Oh, yeah," Blaine said, reseating himself. "She sang that opera piece. She was really good."

"Yup, she is exceptional," Kurt agreed. "She's competed for this scholarship for four straight years."

Blaine looked surprised.

"Why hasn't she gotten it yet?"

"She's older than the other students, and a single mom with two kids," Kurt said, crossing his long legs. Blaine couldn't help but turn his attention toward them. Kurt's legs in anything were gorgeous, but tonight, they were simply mouthwatering. Blaine noticed for a moment that Kurt had stopped talking. He snapped his eyes up to meet Kurt's, a wicked smile on his angelic face.

"Eyes up here, soldier..." Kurt smirked, and Blaine actually blushed.

"Anyway," Kurt continued, "most of our judges want to give the scholarship to the out-of-high-school-ingenues, even if Bethany does outsing them hands down. Last year was the most heartbreaking though..."

"Why?" Blaine asked, trying his hardest to listen diligently.

"Because we managed to get the scholarship up to $60,000. That was our best year...we got so many sponsors, and the auction was out of control. Anyway, that amount of money would have put Bethany through school for 2 years. She doesn't just want to perform, she wants to go into music therapy. Her daughter's autistic, too. The school she picked out has a program for her kids and off-campus housing..." Kurt looked sort of wistful for a second, before blowing out a sigh and looking back at Blaine.

"They gave it to a girl who changed her mind at the last minute and never went to college. I don't know what she did with the money..."

Blaine shook his head.

"That sucks." Blaine took a moment to file the name away. Bethany Philips.

"Ooo, this sounds interesting," Sebastian uttered suggestively. "What sucks?" Sebastian stopped in the row behind Kurt and Blaine, standing between them. He gestured to the two of them and smiled. "Nothing sordid happened while I was gone, did it?" Sebastian wiggled his eyebrows. Kurt suspected he was trying to kid, but it just came off as creepy.

"Actually," Kurt said, hopping down from the table, "what sucks is I have to go, and warm up for my song."

Blaine didn't know whether to be elated or disappointed. He enjoyed having Kurt beside him again, even if they were just holding hands in a dark theater. On the other hand, Blaine had come all this way on a mission - and that was to hear his perfect angel sing.

"Go, my love," Blaine said softly, kissing Kurt on the neck below his ear. Kurt gasped. Feeling Blaine's lips on his skin was like breathing again after too much time spent buried underground. Kurt blushed. Blaine's fingers barely brushed Kurt's arm as he pulled away, and his entire body tingled.

Kurt noticed movement from the corner of his eye and saw Sebastian, staring at them. Kurt didn't like the look in his eyes - the heat, the smoldering heat aimed at Blaine. Kurt's eyes shone in the dark, his lips curled deviously at the corners.

"Um, Mr. Anderson." Kurt ran a long, thin finger down the column of Blaine's neck. Blaine held his breath. "I noticed your mark is going away."

Blaine could barely swallow. He looked into Kurt's prismatic eyes, spiraling with color, and the spell was cast.

"Please," Blaine whispered, "put it back?"

It was a sweet request, one that surged like molten heat through Kurt's body and ignited him like a Roman candle. Kurt approached Blaine in that feline way that made Blaine melt. Blaine's top button was already undone, so Kurt undid the next one. Eyes locked on Blaine's, Kurt moved sinfully slow, brushing aside the soft fabric of Blaine's Brooke's Brothers shirt, running his fingertips gently over the skin, still tender from the original bite Kurt left there weeks ago. Kurt moved in slowly, his warm breath spreading over Blaine's skin. Blaine's eyelids fluttered closed. With just a flick of his eyes up to take in the almost awe struck expression on Sebastian's face, Kurt closed his eyes, and brushed his lips over Blaine's waiting neck. Then Kurt opened his mouth and bit.

Kurt started out gently, simply pressing his teeth into Blaine's skin, enjoying the moan that escaped Blaine's throat. Kurt could feel Sebastian's eyes burn into him. Spurred on, Kurt was about to reach up, thread his fingers in Blaine's hair and bite hard. Blaine beat him to it. He carefully cupped the back of Kurt's head, so as not to muss his hair, and leaning his head to give Kurt better access, pushed gently to urge Kurt on.

That small gesture of want, need, submission, burned deep into Kurt, more than any amount of heat from Sebastian's impotent glare. Kurt's teeth dug deep into Blaine's skin, his arm snaking around to catch Blaine when his knees began to buckle. Kurt heard a tiny hiss when he bit harder, but Blaine sighed, and he could feel relaxation flow through his body. Kurt felt Blaine becoming hard against him, and he smiled.

Kurt was beginning to realize just how much he owned this man.

Kurt moved away from the bite on Blaine's neck, licking over it lightly to soothe the sting. Blaine opened his eyes to look at Kurt. Kurt bit his lip as he buttoned Blaine's shirt.

"How do I look?" Blaine asked breathlessly.

Kurt looked bashful for a moment, running his hands up Blaine's arms and pulling him close.

"You look like mine."

That's when Blaine noticed it. Kurt's signature scent of vanilla was gone, replaced by Blaine's own scent of cedar. Blaine knew Kurt had found the bottle of cologne. He smiled.

"You smell like mine," Blaine whispered.

Kurt swallowed, not daring to look away.

"That's because I am yours."

Blaine's heart nearly stopped in his chest.

Kurt ran his fingers down Blaine's stunned face, tracing his lips, and then resting his hand over his heart. Kurt walked backward just a bit to look at Blaine, his beautiful Blaine, and then turned to leave.

Blaine took a few steps, as if he was going to follow, but stopped.

"I...I love you, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt stopped, looking back at Blaine. Blaine's angel smiled as the house lights flashed, signaling every one to return to their seats.

"I love you, too, Blaine Anderson."

Kurt stepped through the door and down the stairs to get ready.

Blaine watched him go.

The house lights flickered again, and Blaine returned to his seat. A shell shocked Sebastian, stood stock still where they had left him.

Sebastian's eyes flashed with an expression that looked almost like rage.

"Wh-what the fuck was THAT?"