Blaine went and sat in his seat and looked at the stage. He was worried for Kurt. He knew that Kurt would be freaking himself out, now that both of them knew Carmen Tibideaux was supervising his audition. He had started getting nervous, especially because of Kurt’s diatribe to be edgier than the other auditions during his fiftieth practice of The Music of the Night.

Earlier that day,           

            Blaine had psyched Kurt up for the audition with his …skills, so to speak. He had promised Kurt every time he finished a rendition of the Phantom of the Opera song and didn’t comment on how horrible the practice was, Blaine would kiss him for two minutes and send him back to the stage to start over again. Kurt was actually wonderful, he added in his head, as he couldn’t talk bad about Kurt even in his thoughts.

            Then he realized that he could never been Kurt’s mentor, as a mentor was one who gave praise as well as constructive criticism. Blaine would never been able to do the latter. (The exception being the Sexy debacle, of course. But they never mentioned the topic now that Blaine had an awesome point of view on how sexy Kurt was.) Blaine still couldn’t believe that such a beautiful boy, no, man like Kurt had accepted him for the dork he was and loved him. He was still hurting over the Chandler issue, but they had hugged and made up, and then a dirtier make-up session had taken place in Kurt’s house that evening, where they had sent Finn to Rachel’s place and the ‘rents were busy at their respective work places.

            As he almost started daydreaming about Kurt stripping for him and him riding Kurt till he screamed that he belonged to Blaine and Blaine only, Kurt snapped his fingers in that endearing but now irritating way. He said, “Blaine, if you are going off to sleep, that definitely means my performance is a dud. Yes, it’s a dud. How the hell did I ever think I could be qualified enough for NYADA? Someone should have given me a reality check. I canno…mmphh……Blaine!!!”

            Yes, Blaine had stopped Kurt in quite a clichéd way, but one which worked. He kissed him. They kissed for about two minutes till Blaine realized that Kurt would murder him either way if this continued. So he slowly stopped till he was giving Kurt soft pecks on his lips. He then said, “Kurt Hummel, you are the light of my life. And you will rock her socks off. So stop psyching yourself out, okay?”

            Blaine had a sweet smile on his face as he slid into the row right below that of the judge. He knew that if Kurt happened to mess up somehow (he knocked on wood), he would turn behind and unleash the power of the puppy-eyes-and-pout combo till her stone heart melted and she would be assured that her gut instinct was correct. Kurt Hummel was born to rule the Broadway world.

            And just then, Blaine’s jaw dropped to even below to the floor as Kurt said that he was changing the song from The Music of the Night to Not the Boy Next Door. He wasn’t worried because he knew that Kurt would be able to carry it off properly, but you know, it didn’t hurt to be worried for the love of your life. And then, his world exploded.

            And then he realized why Kurt had not bought a new tuxedo but made one which he wrapped around him and stuck it with Velcro. He had worn the tight gold pants that he bought during their all-day shopping spree. Blaine thought that he was keeping it for role-play (he drooled in his mind) but this was much, much better. He didn’t even notice Tina, Brittany and Mercedes dancing in the background as he saw Kurt move about in those tight-as-hell pants.

            Kurt strutted, shimmied, and shook his hips like a pro who had been dancing the same way for years at end. Blaine was quite seriously turned on by this level of sexiness. When Kurt said that the song was quite out there, he was definitely talking about the not-so-small bulge in his pants.

            Blaine then controlled himself and tried to channel the Dalton part of him. No, he did not have a multi-personality disorder. He just knew how to restrict certain feelings and show off a certain persona that would impress a select group of people. Quite as miraculously, his face gave off an emotion of pride for a friend, rather than lust for a boyfriend. And then when Carmen said that Hugh Jackman would be as impressed of Kurt as she was of him, Blaine wanted to jump from his seat, directly to the stage, all the distance in between be damned and kiss Kurt till he was begging for more.

            But no, he had to be channeling his Dalton personality which meant he was only allowed to give a loving look to Kurt and try to convey all his feelings through that one charming, endearing look. As Kurt jumped excitedly towards the wings, he knew the evening was going to be a brilliant thing.