“Rachel I understand why you can't be here this evening I really do.” Kurt said as he sat on the sofa and pulled on his boots.

“I just don't want Blaine to think that I don't understand how important this concert is.” Rachel said through the phone.

“He doesn't think that.” Kurt cupped his phone with his shoulder and laced up his boots. He needed to hurry, he wanted to make sure he got to the venue early to find B back stage and wish him good luck. He loved that Rachel wanted to be there for B, but didn't have time to reassure her that it was okay that she couldn't' make it.

B had, had a very busy school year getting parts in two plays and doing varies showcases and Rachel had been great about going to as many of them as her work scheduled allowed. This evening was prestigious, a competition that one of Blaine's professors had summated him for. It wasn't with NYU but a concert and competition for many of New York's most talented artists. It was a huge vote of confidence that a student like B who was just finishing up his sophomore year, was included at all. Rachel so wanted to be there for it, but she had a show to do and B completely understood that.

“Honestly I'd love for my friends to be there.” B had told him when they found out Rachel couldn't make it. “But the only person I really need there is you.”

Kurt smiled at the memory as he finished with his boots and headed out. “Rachel, I'll keep you updated by text with how he does.”

“And when he wins!” Rachel said.

“It's a huge competition; it is an honor to just get to play. He might not win.” Kurt answered. That's what he'd been saying ever since they heard about the concert, because that was what B had been saying, shrugging off any ideas of winning. And Kurt went along with it not wanting to make B nervous, but inside Kurt thought B might have a chance of winning.

“Kurt, do you have any idea how crazy talented your boyfriend is? He is going to blow them away.”

Kurt smiled. “I know Rachel… just don't jinx it.”

Kurt had to get off the phone to head down to the subway, he thought briefly about taking a cab, but decided he had plenty of time and to just use his metro pass.

Burt and Carol were in town visiting and had spent to afternoon while Kurt was busy at work exploring the city, but they were both going to be at the concert hall for the evening's performance. As well as Elliot and Sebastian and some of B's friends from school.

I'm on my way. Kurt texted his dad. Let me know when you get there.

Each contestant got to perform one song, and it had to be an original they had written. Kurt didn't know what B was playing tonight, he'd been secretive about it and Kurt wondered if it was something new. Kurt loved all of Blaine's songs, they were like actually getting to hear a piece of B's heart and Kurt was excited for him. Even if he didn't place this evening it was a chance for a lot of people to hear his work, and a great opportunity for B to have his music out heard by well known names in the art world.

Kurt shot off a little text to B. How are things going? Are you nervous?

B had gotten to the venue really early with the rest of the performers to take care of final preparations. Kurt didn't really think B would be nervous; he usually didn't get anxious about performances until they were over, and then he did have a bad habit of obsessing over what he thought he could have done better.

I'm freaking out a little actually.  B text back.

Kurt smiled thinking that B must be joking, and hopped on the train to head his direction.

Not really though? Kurt texted him.

My hands are shaking so bad I can hardly text this.

Kurt's eyebrows shot up and his heart beat a little harder, suddenly feeling nervous for B.

Oh no baby! I'm on my way. I'll be there any minute. Don't be nervous, you are going to be great!

B didn't text back for a few minutes and Kurt chewed anxiously on his lip, willing the train to go faster.

Finally another text came in.

I tried calling you but it went straight to voicemail.

I'm on the train. But really B you are going to be so amazing.

Aren't you supposed to just say ‘break a leg'? ;) Kurt smiled at the text hoping the winky face meant B was doing okay.

Fine, then break a leg! And I'll be there soon.

Kurt pocketed his phone and looked up to see the next stop was his. Then the lights in the train flickered and it came to a hissing stop. Kurt's stomach lurched a little at the suddenness of the halt. The train was in a tunnel between stops and everyone around Kurt started murmuring and looking out the windows to the dark black outside of the train.

Kurt stayed in his seat eyes widening, but not worried yet. Give it a minute and the train would start again.

Except a minute passed and then another and then five. People were starting to get anxious now asking questions of each other and getting louder.

“Attention. Attention.” The overhead speakers blared. “We are experiencing a temporary stoppage, please wait for further instructions.”

Everyone quieted down for the announcement but when no more information came, people started to grow restless standing up and shouting questions. Many people weren't taking this delay well, and Kurt could understand how being stuck in a tunnel could be a little claustrophobic. He still wasn't too worried yet. After another few minutes though and some people were getting really worked up, while others were just sitting and waiting and looking bored, but enough were upset that Kurt could feel anxiety crawling under his skin.

Kurt fished out his phone again and texted his dad. Train stuck, you might beat me there. Kurt waited but the message didn't send, just staying in limbo as his phone said it was “sending”. Oh great.

Kurt waited a few more minute in silence and then got up from his seat to stretch his legs; to see if moving around would help him feel less antsy. The overhead speakers chimed and then the same voice as before come on. “Attention. Attention. We are sorry for the delay, but there is an obstacle on the tracks and we have to wait for it to be moved. Thank you for your patience.”

Then there was silence again until someone shouted “How long is that going to take!” But of course the speakers didn't answer.

Kurt let out a long breath and looked at the time. He was okay, he had left early and he still had time.

10 more minutes passed. Okay he wasn't going to get there early, but he'd still be there before the curtain rose.

15 more minutes. Well shit. Kurt took a breath to calm himself down. It was going to be fine, Blaine wasn't playing first and Kurt didn't really care about the other performers, he just needed to hear B.

Kurt had tried texting again just to let someone know he was okay and still trying to get there, but his phone didn't have enough of a signal.

Another 15 minutes passed and Kurt wasn't evening paying attention to everyone else on the train anymore, even as they started to grow agitated. All he could do was pace back and forth in the small confines of the train car as his throat clogged with tears and his heart pounded in his chest. He was going to miss it. He was missing it. Why did he take the damn subway? He should have taken a cab. What if B was playing right then? What if B was worried something had happen to Kurt and it messed up his performance? Kurt would never forgive himself if he'd ruined this chance for B.

Kurt looked down at his phone to check the time again and the train lurched forward. Several people let out yelps of surprise and Kurt quickly grabbed onto a pole to keep from falling over and then they were moving. Kurt let out a half laugh, half whimper because they were moving again, but he was still so late. The train traveled the short distance to the next station and Kurt shouldered his way through the people trying to get off. He knew everyone else was just as eager as him to finally exit the train, but right then Kurt didn't have time to be courteous.

He pushed his way through the crowd on the platform and hurried up the stairs to the busy streets of New York. He could feel his phone buzzing with the incoming text messages he didn't get while stuck in that tunnel, probably a lot from Rachel, but he didn't even allow himself the time to check them. He just ran.

Long legs stretching, feet pounding on the sidewalk as he weaved his way around people, he didn't slow down reaching the concert hall and sprinting up the stairs while fishing his ticket out of his pocket. The attendant scanned it on his way in and he threw a hurried “Thank you!” behind his shoulder.

Now he just had to hope they would let him in the auditorium and that it wasn't one of those performance that once the doors closed you weren't allowed in.

I'm coming B! Kurt thought as an usher gave him a program and thankfully let him into the hall. He stood in the back of the dark auditorium as the crowd applauded for whoever had just preformed. Kurt's heart was beating fast and he was still catching his breath from running. He swallowed nervously and saw a young woman taking a bow on the stage. He opened his program and scanned for B's name.

Don't have played yet B, please, please.

And there it was Blaine Anderson – NYU Student. His name was listed somewhere after the halfway point but not all the way at the end. Meaning Kurt had no idea if he'd missed him or not. Kurt's thoughts were interrupted by a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see his dad.

“Thank god Kurt, you made it.”

“Has he played yet?” Kurt asked nervously, but Burt spoke at the same time.

“You okay bud?” In the dim light of the back of the auditorium Kurt could just make out the worry behind his father's eyes.

“I'm fine. I just... the train got stuck and I couldn't text anyone-”

“I got the text about the train, but only after the performance started.” Burt said his face relaxing as he scanned Kurt and could see that he was alright. “You should go find Blaine, he's been worried.”

“Oh god.” Kurt's stomach knotted up. He moved to find a way back stage but then stopped midstride, head quickly turning to look behind him as the first notes of the next performer started. Kurt's heart skipped a beat. He knew this song.

The opening notes of his song, of the song B lovingly called “Kurt's song” started to play. He glanced back down to the program, Blaine Anderson – NYU student and the name of the piece he was performing, Kurt's song.

Kurt's breath caught in his throat, he had no idea B was performing the song he'd written for him, and he'd even kept the original name, but it wasn't how Kurt had ever heard it preformed before. Instead of just the soft notes of a piano, string instruments were playing. Kurt licked his lips and realized there was an orchestra on stage. He took a step or two closer as the cellos joined the violins and Kurt held his breath as the piano's melody flowed over the strings. B sat at the grand piano playing, his hands moving smoothly over the keys and his eyes softly closed. Wind interments started and the song swelled with sound; harmonies, and melody and layers of instruments and so much emotion.

Kurt drew in a breath as his heart fluttered in his chest, there wasn't the slightest sound in the whole auditorium except the swell and build of B's music. The melodic sounds turned brighter and happier and bigger as the song went on, taking you from feeling melancholy yet a little hopeful to a triumphant kind of joy. Kurt let out an involuntary laugh as the notes of the song, the song B had written for him, filled up the room and seemed to find a way straight to Kurt's heart.

He'd never heard his song like this, with a complete orchestra, so many people playing a melody dedicated to him, and to think that B had done this, arranged all of this without tell him. B had wanted to surprise him and Kurt had almost missed it.

The song got quieter as it came to an end until it was just B playing the grand piano and then it faded out completely with a happy little trill of notes. Complete silence took over the room for a few beats until the whole crowd stood on their feet and started applauding. Kurt whipped tears from his cheeks and clapped with everyone else. He even cheered from the back, with a voice scratchy with happy tears. Kurt wanted to keep on applauding even after everyone one else was dying down.

“Kurt.”

He looked back to see his dad standing nearby, tears in his own eyes.

“He wrote that for me.” Kurt whispered.

Burt smiled, “I know. Now go find him.”

Kurt nodded and hurried out of the auditorium. He made it to the door that would lead him back stage but was stopped by an usher. “I'm sorry sir, only performers are allowed beyond this point.”

“But-” Kurt looked at the woman and then to the door that was separating him from getting to B. “My boyfriend just played.”

“Oh that was lovely.” She smiled. “Probably my favorite of the night so far. I still can't let you back here though.”

“But I'm Kurt.” He said not knowing how to convince her. The usher just looked at him in confusion. Kurt opened his program and held it out to her. “See Kurt's Song. I'm Kurt and he doesn't even know I made it in time to hear the song and I just… please.”

The women looked at the program and the glanced around to see who was around. “Okay, fine.” She opened the door. “Go, go, go.”

Kurt thanked her and hurried back to the backstage area, people will milling around some warming up vocal chords, others were lugging around instruments. Kurt's eyes scanned the area, wondering if there were changing rooms, or if B had gone out front already and then he heard someone call his name.

He turned to see B standing there looking beautiful in a tux Kurt had picked out for him, his red lips parted in surprise and his hair only lightly gelled letting a curl fall over his forehead. And then B was moving, rushing past people until he got to Kurt and quickly wrapped him in his arms.

“Kurt are you alright?”

“I'm sorry.” Kurt said hugging him back. “I am so sorry. My train got stuck and I was going to be here early. I know you were nervous and I wanted to be here. And I was so worried I was going to miss it.” He pulled back to look B in the face. “I am so sorry.” 

B shook his head. “You stopped texting me and I didn't know what happened.”

“I'm so-” Kurt started to apologize again, but B just smiled and leaned forward pressing a firm kiss to Kurt's lips.

Kurt took in a quick breath of surprise and then held tight onto B's shoulders kissing him back.

When B pulled back he leaned his forehead against Kurt's keeping him close. “Well, you took care of my pre-show stage fright, I wasn't thinking about that at all anymore.”

“Oh B.”

“Did you get the hear any of it? My song?”

Kurt smiled and moved to loop his arms around B's neck. “Yes, I heard all of it and B…” Kurt started tear up again at the thought. “I don't think you understand what that song does to me. And then to hear it arranged for an orchestra? B you did that. I… you amaze me.”

B blushed looking down a little shyly, when he looked up again it was through dark lashes and Kurt's heart thudded in his chest. He opened his mouth to say something, but Kurt's phone in his pocket started to buzz. Kurt sighed, “Your adoring fans want to know how everything went.”

“Tell Rachel that everything was perfect.” B smiled. “And please Kurt no more vanishing on trains, I'm too young for gray hairs.”

“I promise.” Kurt cupped B's face and kissed his cheek.  “And I think you might win this thing.”

B laughed, and then shook his head. “I have you, I already did win. I'm the luckiest guy in the world.” B's eyes fluttered closed and he kissed Kurt again.

Kurt smiled into the kiss and let B's strong hands pull him in, the worry and stress of earlier in the evening melting off of him. “I'm the lucky one.” Kurt murmured against Blaine's lips. 

Blaine broke the kiss and took Kurt's hand. “We'll debate it later at home.”