2. I Am Unicorn

Kurt sat on the front of the auditorium stage, his legs dangling over the edge. He didn't usually isolate himself like this, but he needed time to think.

The past few days had gone terribly. Brittany had ruined his presidential campaign, the casting directors thought he was too effeminate to play Tony, and when he'd re-auditioned, they'd just laughed. Even Rachel had laughed.

Kurt stared out at the hundreds of empty seats. His Broadway dreams had all been set somewhere much like this, only the seats were filled with people cheering and applauding, begging for encores, making Kurt feel wanted and special.

He'd always turned to dreams to feel like that, but now he had Blaine. Someone who didn't love Kurt in spite of his feminine qualities, but because of them. Blaine loved those parts of Kurt, because he loved every part of who Kurt was. Blaine took care to tell Kurt this every day.

"Kurt? What are you doing here?"

The tentative voice of Emma Pillsbury echoed through the auditorium. Kurt looked up and gave her a twisted, pained smile.

"Oh, nothing much. I was just about to head to the locker room, you know, bulk up my toothpick arms." He couldn't resist a cutting remark.

The remark, and Kurt's bitter tone, caught Emma by surprise. "Well, I-uh well, I didn't, um, you heard... you heard that?"

"I heard everything. I heard Coach Beiste, of all people, make fun of me for being too feminine!" Kurt jumped off the stage and advanced on Miss Pillsbury. "Isn't it ironic? Just last year, I seem to recall that people made fun of Coach Beiste for being too masculine. As I remember, it hurt her feelings quite a bit. So, who does she think she is to inflict the same treatment on a student?" The last two words were full of venom.

Quite close to terrified, Emma fled the auditorium.

Once the adrenaline had faded, Kurt felt bad. He was frustrated and miserable, but that was no excuse to take it out on someone else. As he stewed, another person entered the auditorium. Kurt kept his head down, not knowing or caring who was there.

"Hi, Kurt. Are you okay?"

Blaine.

Kurt ran over and enveloped Blaine in a hug before he could ask what was going on. Even though Kurt hadn't said anything, Blaine knew he needed to be comforted. Blaine moved his hands and started to slowly rub Kurt's back, whispering loving words in his ear.

After a few minutes, Kurt sniffed and lifted his head. Blaine saw the tears, and the red rings around his boyfriend's eyes. He was hit with a wall of shock and fury as he realised that somebody had made Kurt cry.

"What happened, sweetie?"

Kurt sniffled again. "They didn't want me as Tony. Apparently, I'm too delicate and feminine for the part."

"What? That, Kurt, is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Look at you," Blaine squeezed one of Kurt's arms. "You know what I feel here?"

"Soft, girly skin from all my moisturising?"

"No... well, yes, but that's not all. I can feel lots of muscle here, from all the workouts you do. You're more than just a delicate, fragile flower, and if there's anyone who can't see that, then forget about them!"

Blaine stepped back a tiny bit, but didn't break their hug. He rested his hand on Kurt's shoulder. "And you know what?"

"What?"

"If I were playing Maria, I'd be begging to have you as my Tony."

Kurt laughed a little at the thought of Blaine in a dress. "If you want to be Maria, maybe you should audition. But good luck beating out Rachel."

Blaine was going to reply, but he was interrupted by Kurt kissing him. Blaine sighed happily and pressed his body up against Kurt's. When he was in this situation, it was so difficult to hold onto West Side Story or Glee Club or any thought that wasn't about Kurt.

So he let them go.

They happily kissed for a few minutes, until the school bell rang. Kurt sighed in frustration.

"Maybe we should stop making out at school. We always get interrupted."

"I love you."

"I love you too. How is it that you always know how to make me feel better?"

"It's my job. Come on Tony, let's get to class."