Early morning breakfasts had become somewhat of a constant between the two boys and after the events of the day before Kurt was more willing than ever to see Blaine. Sure the other boy had said he was fine, but saying and actually being it was a different matter.

To be honest he was worried about the younger boy. From what he'd learnt the previous year Dalton was his saviour and moving to McKinley would be hard. There was no anti bullying policy, nothing to protect the both of them. Kurt was used to it, used to the slushies and was already dreading the day he'd have to drag his boyfriend into the bathroom to wipe cherry or grape junks of his face. And if it ever morphed into something physical he knew he'd just be blaming himself.

"Kurt. Kiddo. Blaine's here"

The gruff voice of his father pulled Kurt out of his thoughts and he focused on what the rest of his dad was saying.

"I'm assuming you don't want me to answer?"

Kurt shook his head, shouting a quick 'no' and all but ran down the stairs to greet his boyfriend. It wasn't that he didn't trust his dad around Blaine, it could just get awkward at times. Most of the time.

"Glee practice today. I should be home by 5" Kurt notified his dad as he pulled a coat off the nearby hanger and wiggled into it. Burt nodded in response before turning his head back to watch the early morning news.

Blaine grinned widely at his boyfriend as the door swung open before revealing the flowers behind his back. The smile on Kurt's face couldn't be wider as he flew into Blaine and wrapped him in a tight hug.

"But what for? Not that I don't appreciate them. They're lovely"

Blaine grinned back as he took Kurt's soft hand, squeezing it every once in a while as they walked over to his car.

"Well I had a feeling I might have worried you last night" he offered quietly, the smile still plastered on his face.

"So you brought me flowers? God you're adorable" Kurt chuckled before capturing Blaine's lips in a chaste kiss.

The younger boy leant back up against his car when they finally pulled back. Kurt was happy. Blaine saw that smile. He heard that laugh. That was all that mattered.

"I am adorable"

Kurt smirked at his boyfriend. "Oh shut up"

Blaine's second week at McKinley was a little bit easier. Mr Schue had announced that they'd be doing West Side Story and after a lot of convincing from Kurt he'd agreed to audition. Just for a small part.

Kurt was getting increasingly excited about the whole thing and finding the perfect audition songs seemed to take up their week. They were both thrown into some dance bootie classes and to say he wasn't exhausted when he came home every day would be an understatement. Blaine was sure not to let Kurt see it though, saving his yawns for the minute he was safely in his own bedroom.

It wasn't long until the big days finally arrived. Blaine had snuck into his boyfriends audition and watched with pride as he nailed Barbra Streisand. He jumped, glided, effortlessly through the bars set up on the stage and he sounded absolutely phenomenal. Blaine had to stop himself from giving a standing ovation when the last note ended, opting to just whisper to himself.

"You're amazing"

"He's too feminine"

Girly. Not a man. Can never be manly. Not fit for the role.

They weren't exactly the words that had come out of their mouth. But it was exactly what they were thinking, he knew it was. He wasn't going to get Tony. And it hurt. It just did. Because no matter how great of a singer, how complicated the dance moves, he couldn't be what they wanted. Manly. It wasn't him.

He should've listened to his first instinct. Everyone was laughing at him. Artie. Beiste. And then the last straw was Rachel. He was mortified when she'd burst out laughing when they were just about to now he was standing with baited breath in the auditorium where Blaine hesitated for a second before agreeing to audition for Tony. Kurt nodded in resignation before bowing his head and making a quick exit.

Blaine was beyond angry with himself. They'd talked about this. Himself and Kurt. Tony was off-limits. Kurt wanted it, needed it for college applications. So what did Blaine do? Agree to read for him at the slightest ask from authority.

It was three am and he was up, mulling it over and waring with himself. During their earlier phone conversation Blaine hadn't had the courage to admit what had actually gone down in the audition just saying he thought he did alright. Kurt was going to be mad at him when he finally found out. If not mad, he'd be disappointed which was every worse. He couldn't handle it when he disappointed people. Which he seemed to be doing far too often for his liking.

Realizing that he wasn't going to get any sleep he shuffled into the adjoining bedroom and frowned at his appearance in the mirror. His curls had been let free after his shower hours ago and framed his face lazily. It wasn't the Blaine that Kurt liked. At least that was what he thought.

Disregarding the time he hopped in the shower, scrubbing every inch of his body. Shaving until there was absolutely no hair left. A towel covered his lower half as his eyes carefully scrutinized his body. He had no clue why Kurt liked what he saw. The summer had seen him gain a few pounds and Blaine couldn't help but keep focusing in on his stomach, convincing he could actually see fat building up there. He knew that he really should be doing something about that soon, scared to death that his boyfriend would finally realize what he saw and ultimately break up with him.

Blaine took a deep breath to collect himself before piling on his gel. At least his hair could be perfect. That was one thing he couldn't screw up.