Blaine turned at the sound of a soft knock, his stomach swooping at the sight of his boyfriend. 

Kurt looked incredible in an all-black suit, the short sleeves displaying his muscular arms and the bright red tie setting off the entire ensemble beautifully. Blaine smiled and stepped forward, absently smoothing down the lapels of his own blazer.

"Stop that." Kurt reached out and placed his hands on Blaine's. "You look amazing." He smiled softly and dipped down to kiss Blaine, his lips dry and warm. It was the softest of touches, but Blaine was well aware that they couldn't really afford to be more affectionate. Not just because homosexuality wasn't exactly smiled upon, even in Chicago - but also because the New Directions and the Warblers would go crazy if they found out their stars were seeing each other on the day of the big Nationals performance. They weren't against their relationship, not by a long shot - Blaine had only ended up asking Kurt out on Nick, Jeff and Trent's encouragement - but when it came to competition, everything else was put on hold.

It was then that Blaine noticed the red rose in Kurt's hand, slipped between two fingers. Kurt followed his gaze and grinned, extending the single flower towards him with a flourish. "For you," he spoke, his grin widening as Blaine blushed and accepted the rose. "Good luck, tiger. You guys are going to be amazing. Not as amazing as us, of course..."

Blaine laughed and surged forward for one more kiss, swallowing Kurt's surprised squeak. He felt the warm weight of Kurt's hands settling at his hips while his own arms twined around his neck. "I love you," Blaine murmured as they broke away, cheeks flushed and eyes shining. Kurt smiled and pressed his forehead against Blaine's, his gaze tender.

"I love you, too." His eyes turned mischievous. "Now I have to get out there and blow my solo out of the water." He gently extracted himself from Blaine's embrace, brushing the back of his hand across Blaine's cheek before turning and walking back towards the door. Blaine stroked a petal of the rose with one knuckle, grinning foolishly to himself.

"Kurt!" His boyfriend turned, perfectly groomed eyebrows arching upwards. Blaine blew him a kiss.

"You were born for this, babe. Go get 'em."