The rest of the day went slowly for Blaine. He had a meeting with his manager about his album and a part in a new show he was being offered. He didn't want to take it though, in all honesty, he wanted to quit acting, if only for a while, and focus on his music. Yes, he loved acting and he was grateful for everything the shows had brought him, but music was his true passion, what he'd originally signed up to do, what he loved more than anything. He didn't know what to tell his manager Michael though. He'd worked so had to help him become the success that he was, and Blaine knew he'd feel terrible, it felt like he'd be throwing everything back in his face. Michael had already confirmed the deal with the record company, and was convinced that Blaine could take the part and record his album at the same time. Blaine had told him that he wanted to take a break from Broadway, and Michael had reluctantly agreed, making the necessary arrangements for Blaine to leave the show in a month. He thought back to what Kurt had told him earlier in the day 'do what makes you happiest'. Courage, Blaine thought.

"Michael?" he asked nervously.

"Yes Blaine?" Michael replied, finishing the sentence on his email and spinning around in his chair.

"I...I don't want to take the part."

"What? Blaine, you haven't even seen the script yet, be reasonable."

"I don't want to take the part because I don't want to act any more. I -"

"Blaine..." Michael said, a tone of warning filling his voice.

"No, let me finish." Blaine said firmly " I want to focus on my music career. It's what I've always wanted to do, it's my dream. I have the capability to fulfil that dream now. You spotted me in that caf�,, putting my heart into that song, and I've got so much more of that to give, more than I put into that first album, the one that started my whole career. I want to do what makes me happy, and that's making music."

"But Blaine, I worked so hard to get you all these auditions, and now you're saying you don't want any of it? Is this you firing me? Because I don't think that's a good idea, I started you off, and you know not everyone's good in this industry, I..."

"That's what I'm trying to avoid! I don't want to fire you, you're not just my manager, you're my friend. I simply want to focus on my music, I still want you to be there, I just don't want to act." Blaine spoke with honesty, he really didn't want to lose Michael, he'd done so much for him.

"I...okay Blaine. I'll turn down the part, and tell the others who've been asking about you. I'll have to organise an interview for you, in a month obviously, but..."

"Ever the business man! I spill my heart to you, and you still talk business." Blaine laughed. "One more request?"

"It depends.."

"The interview? Can it be with Ellen?"

Michael laughed, "Of course."

"Thanks Michael." Blaine replied, before hugging him, and leaving the room.

To – Kurt

Guess what? X

Blaine waited for a while for a reply, before remembering that Kurt was at a show that evening, and pocketed his phone, deciding to return to his apartment.

When he got back, to his apartment, it was almost 7pm, and his room-mate Wes wasn't back yet, so he decided to try and relax before he could give his best friend, apart from Kurt, his news. Just after he settled down with some crappy TV ("Keeping Up With The Kardashians isn't crappy TV, thank you very much!" Wes had told him many times before), his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Blaine!"

"Hey Kurt!" Blaine laughed at the excitement in Kurt's voice

"Mr. Schue got us tickets for Wicked! I've just seen Wicked on Broadway! I'm in shock, complete and utter shock, it was amazing!"

"Oh, wow!" Blaine said enthusiastically "I've got news as well! But this is your moment, what was it like? Apart from amazing I mean."

"Nope! You're news is more important!"

"How do you know?" Blaine asked, a hint of humor in his tone.

"I just know! Tell me! Please Blaine!" Kurt replied replied, giggling.

"I've sort of quit acting to focus on my music. Well, in a month, but still, all down to you!"

"Oh my god Blaine! Really? That's awesome! And don't say that, I clearly had nothing to do with it, it was all you."
"Kurt, you had everything to do with it. You're following your dreams, despite people telling you that you can't. You telling me that I can too was the push that I needed."

On the other side of the line, on the other side of the city, a blush had risen up Kurt's cheeks.

"I...I don't know what to say. I'd hug you right now if I could."

Blaine looked at the clock. 7:30.

"I'll hold you to that." Blaine grinned, before hanging up and grabbing his coat.

30 minutes later, Blaine was outside Kurt's hotel already regretting his actions. What if Kurt didn't want to see him? What if he wasn't there? Kurt had text him several times, but Blaine hadn't replied to any of them, not wanting to ruin the surprise.

To – Kurt

Come down to the lobby in your hotel. X

Blaine pocketed his cell and pushed through the hotel doors, finding a seat and hoping to all that was good that no-one would recognise him. He wasn't sat there long when he heard the elevator ting and Kurt emerged, looking no less perfect than when Blaine had seen him earlier. Blaine grinned as he saw Kurt look around quickly, before their eyes met, and a smile quickly spread across his face. Blaine stood up, and began to walk towards Kurt, who met him in the middle and engulfed him in a hug.

"Blaine! Oh my gosh, you're here!" Kurt exclaimed, unintentionally drawing attention the them.

"Kurt! I know! I think you should, erm, calm down slightly, we're getting some weird looks."
"Oh, oh, sorry." Kurt replied, blushing awkwardly and pulling away.

"Hey, it's fine. Now I've got my hug though, I'll go." Blaine said, fighting to keep a smile off his poker face.

"Oh, right, okay then." Kurt looked down, trying to hide his disappointment.

"I was joking Kurt! I don't have to go. Unless you want me to that is."

"No! I mean, you can come up to my room if you want. Not like that! I mean, I share it with the girls, and they're all in there. Except Rachel, god knows where she is. But if that's a problem, there's a caf�..."

"No, your room's fine. It'd be fun to meet your friends,, they seem sort of crazy. In a good way of course!"

"That's sort of debatable. Come on then." Kurt grinned, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the elevator, ignoring the smirk on the receptionist's face.

When they got in the elevator, Kurt pressed the button for his floor, shyly glancing at Blaine, before realising they were still holding hands, and pulled his hand away. He couldn't look at Blaine out of embarrassment, so he missing the kicked puppy look on Blaine's face. Neither of them said anything during the short ride, and were relieved when the elevator doors opened, relieving some of the sexual tension in the small space.

"This way!" Kurt called, walking up to a door at the end of the corridor, and taking a key card from his back pocket. Blaine followed Kurt into the room, feeling somewhat nervous.

"Hey Kurt! Where'd you...oh my god." A female voice exclaimed from a bed near the window.

"Mercedes! Shhh! Ladies... this, you may know, is Blaine Anderson." he grinned, before ducking down behind Blaine, knowing what was going to happen.

The room was filled by the screams of all the girls, except Tina, who just looked shocked, and Santana who had a smirk plastered on her face.

"Hi." Blaine said in a small, nervous voice, glancing around the room.

"You're Blaine Anderson." Tina pointed out dumbly.

"Can I hug you?" Sugar asked, staring at his with a star-struck gaze.

"I...guess so." Blaine replied uncertainly, before getting an armful of Sugar.

"Well! That's enough of that!" Kurt exclaimed and, ignoring Santana's mutters of 'Porcelain's jealous!', pulled Sugar out of Blaine's arms. "We just came up to chat. Plus Blaine wanted to meet y'all for some odd reason."

Blaine laughed and shrugged.

"Awh, gelhead wants to meet his boyfriend's friends."

"Satan! We're not dating!" Kurt yelled, both his and Blaine's faces turning a shade of beetroot.

"Oh, so you're Santana. I've heard a lot about you." Blaine smirked.

Santana looked shocked for a moment, before a devilish smile appeared on her face. "All good I hope."
"Depends what you class as good." Blaine held back what he actually wanted to say, they were Kurt's friends after all, he wanted them to like him.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Kurt interrupted, seeing the fire in Santana's eyes. "Come on Blaine, we'll go to that caf� I..." Kurt was disturbed by a knock on the door, and Mr. Schue stepped into the room/

"Girls, Kurt, I think – who's this?"

"Blaine Anderson sir," Blaine stuck his hand out for the teacher to shake "Kurt's friend. I just stopped by to say farewell to Kurt."

"Oh, you're the one Kurt met after the show. You're really talented Blaine. But Kurt, you know neither you or the girls can have any boys in here." Mr. Schue looked disapprovingly at Kurt.

"Sorry Mr. Schue, I'll take Blaine down to the lobby, to say au revoir." Kurt's said, smiling as he grabbed Blaine's hand and began to pull him out the door, but not missing Santana's muffled 'Wanky' from her place in the room.

"Don't take too long, I just popped in to say that you should get an early night, we have to leave at 7. And I know how long some of you" he looked pointedly at Kurt, who blushed, "take to get ready on a morning."

"We won't Mr. Schue." he replied, only giving Blaine time to give a quick wave before pulling him down the hall to the elevator.

"Sorry about that." Kurt said apologetically, pushing the ground florr button.
"Oh, it's fine, they're not that bad." Blaine grinned.

The elevator reached the lobby and the two walked to the entrance, hands swinging between them. Blaine looked at their entwined hands with a smile, but separated them, not wanting Kurt to be uncomfortable.

"So, this is goodbye?" Kurt said, sadly.

"No, it's a see you later. I may have only known you for 2 days, but I know that I never want to say goodbye to you."