Disclaimer: Neither Glee, nor Shakespeare belong in any way to me. Damn.
A/N: So everything in Italics is Shakespeare's original text.
Blaine whispers something in Kurt's ear, and Kurt nods.
Then, still holding hands, Kurt and Blaine walk over to the mattress lying center-stage, only letting go when they both need their hands to slowly settle themselves onto it.
Kurt had looked nervous lying in the exact some spot with Rachel before.
Now, next to Blaine, his head resting lightly on Kurt's chest, Kurt looks relaxed, happy even.
Kurt, smiling, begins to act out the scene by slowly slipping out from under Blaine and making to move towards the imagined window, out of which Romeo climbs in the morning.
Kurt and Blaine have chosen the audience itself, the directors notice immediately, from the way Kurt moves towards them, as the place for that window.
Kurt's breath hitches in his throat when he feels the touch of Blaine's right hand on his own right wrist.
Turning around to face his lover, Kurt sees Blaine gazing up at him, wide-eyed; and now half sitting, half still lying on the improvised bed.
Eyes locked Kurt and Blaine exchange a warm smile before Blaine resumes a more worried expression and begins to speak "Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale."
Blaine notices Kurt's face light at the word love, and watches Kurt settle himself back down on his knees in front of Blaine as he responds in a tender tone, "It was the lark, the herald of the morn; no nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder East."
'And there is that word again,' Blaine thinks to himself, 'it makes this scene so perfect for this', perfect for making the point Blaine feels they need to get across to the directors.
Kurt's smile grows with Blaine's as both boys realize what line comes next.
They both know they should probably feel silly for it, but words and phrases like silly, teenage dream and - the newest addition - unusual, to them, carry a special sense of joy.
So Kurt continues, with a bright smile that probably does not quite fit the scene, "Night's candels are burnt out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die."
Although the words are those of sorrow, heartache to come, and goodbyes, their deeper meaning is still love, and the wish to stay in this blissful time before the break of a new day.
And so the boys' smiles - so full of love that longs to make each moment count - add an intensity to the scene that has Rachel and Miss Pillsbury wipe at their eyes.
"Yond light is not daylight; I know it, I. It is some meteor that the sun exhales to be to thee this night a torchbearer and light thee on thy way to Mantua. Therefore stay yet. Thou needest not to be gone."
Blaine speaks the last two sentences tenderly placing his left hand to cup Kurt's right cheek. It is a light, reassuring touch of slightly more than fingertips.
Kurt places his right hand over Blaine's left, and both boys shiver lightly, taking a moment to really take in each other's gazes, unblinking and breathing together.
Blaine can hear the desperation lacing Kurt's voice when he continues, and finds himself wondering if their audience can hear it too. "Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death. I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye; 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow. Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat the vaulty heaven so high above our heads. I have more care to stay than wilt to go. Come, death, and welcome! My love wills it so.* How is't, my soul? Let's talk. It is not day."
Blaine is lost in Kurt's eyes and he cannot shake the feeling that, although the words are clearly Shakespeare's, the hope he sees in those eyes is Kurt's and Kurt's alone.
He hears Rachel using her best stage whisper, "It is, it is! Hie hence, be gone, away!", twice, before Blaine's mind catches on to what his mouth is meant to be doing.
"It is, it is!", and Blaine stumbles a little over these first words, "Hie thence, be gone, away!"
Gripping Kurt by his shoulders Blaine pushes both of them to their feet, and stares right out into the audience at the directors as he says "It is the lark that sings so out of tune, straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark makes sweet division. This doth not so, for she divideth us. Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes. O, now I would they had changed voices too, since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day. O, now be gone! More light and light it grows." Speaking the last sentence Blaine turns back to look at Kurt and in the next moment sinks to his knees on the bare stage floor.
Kurt sinks down next to him, not quite touching his lover, but reaching out as he half-echoes his lover's last words "More light and light: more dark and dark our woes."
Blaine allows himself to sink forward into Kurt's embrace at the last word.
The boys stay in each other's arms until they hear Rachel letting out a squeal like sound, and beginning to applaud.
Standing up both boys are met with the other's smiling face, and Blaine cannot help himself, leans forward and places a quick peck on Kurt's lips before turning to the audience.
PAB are frozen in their seats, until Miss Pillsbury finally says "Well, that was nice."
"Sorry, but…WHAT?" Blaine looks suddenly more angry than Kurt has ever seen him.
"Kid, what do you expect us to say?"
"Yeah guys, why did we have to see this? Kurt has already auditioned anyway, and we are doing West Side Story, not Romeo and Juliet. I mean, if Kurt wants to rewrite Shakespeare so it fits for you two to act it as a couple he can do that but..."
Kurt and Blaine are speechless as they see Coach Biest nodding in agreement to Artie's words, and Miss Pillsbury shifting uncomfortably in her seat, eyes darting around the room to avoid the boys' gaze.
"Artie, don't make me come up there and hit you. Because, I so will," Rachel looks furious.
"I can't believe you just said all that," Kurt says in a small voice.
After pulling Kurt closer by putting his left arm around his boyfriend's waist Blaine says "I will have you know, this was all the original Shakespeare, except for that one little sentence 'Juliet wills it so,' which I suggested to Kurt to change into 'my love'."
When blank looks are the only response, Blaine continues "The two main characters in this call each other love repeatedly. I played Juliet just now, did you even notice that? And before you go and tell me that it has still nothing to do with West Side Story, of course it does."
Blaine turns to Rachel "Can I borrow your copy of the play for a moment? Thank you," Blaine adds as Rachel takes a step closer to him and Kurt and holds out the book for him to take.
"Have you ever read the balcony scene? You know what, I don't even care anymore right now, I am going to read this out to you anyway. Right in the beginning Romeo calls Juliet his love 'O, it is my love!' Then he goes on about how her eyes speak to him even when she says nothing, so this is about the person, not about her voice sounding sweet, or feminine or oh so soft, it is about another person having meaning to Romeo beyond words and labels 'She speaks. Yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses. I will answer it.' I could go on forever you know, but I suggest you pick up a copy of this play yourself before even attempting to direct a musical based on it. West Side Story is about two people who are told over and over that they cannot be together because of who they are. If you are so narrow-minded that you cannot see that love has no gender and they therefore might as well be a same sex couple, I really don't think I want to be part of this production. How cliché do you people want to be? I am not saying you should give us the parts, but making Kurt feel like he cannot play Antonio…that…that is just ignorant. Because you know, you all know it is not about his singing but your preformed idea of him. You need to learn to let people grow by providing them with opportunities to challenge themselves."
Blaine moves his hand from Kurt's waist to take Kurt's right and starts walking, of the stage, out the door, and just keeps walking for a while, too upset to stand still just yet.
Blaine finally stops, in the middle of a deserted corridor, as he notices a slight shaking of the hand clasped firmly in his.
Blaine turns to face Kurt as he says, "Oh my gosh Kurt, I am so sorry, I just could not hold it in any longer they were so ignorant and…"
Kurt throws his arms around Blaine midsentence, and just holds on tight.
When he feels Blaine's arms coming around him, to hold him, Kurt lets out a heavy sigh, "Please just hold me for a moment, okay?"
"Sure Kurt. Sure my love."
And before Blaine has the chance to realize what he just said Kurt is holding him so close breathing becomes a little harder for Blaine.
"Shh,shh Kurt, it's fine, I am sorry."
"Don't be. You were wonderful in there."
Minutes pass before Blaine feels Kurt pull back a little and follows his lead.
As their eyes lock Kurt's curiosity takes over and he asks, "Blaine, how do you know so much about Romeo and Juliet? Come to think of it, how did you know about my impromptu second audition?"
"I asked around if someone had seen you, so Santana told me she saw you storm of with Rachel, mumbling something about Romeo and Juliet, and emergency performance."
"Right, I forgot our coffee date," Kurt says, clearly disappointed with himself.
"First time too, and you had looked so sad when I saw you earlier, so I was really worried; but I figured it might have to do with the play. So, I went to the auditorium first, to check."
"I heard them talking about how I don't traditionally fit the part of Tony. Like I had not known that before, it still hurt though, I had to do something. I want to be taken serious as an actor," Kurt sighs.
"I know, that is why I could not keep quiet in there. Their ignorance… They are the joke, not you, Kurt."
"That still does not explain how you know so much about the play."
"I really don't know that much about it; I just had a teacher in my first year at Dalton who was obsessed with Shakespeare and you know how intense the teachers at Dalton can be," Kurt nods, "Well that particular one was still something else all together. He made us learn and recite loads of different scenes by heart. I never thought it would come in handy to know Juliet's words to that scene…."
Kurt rests his forehead against Blaine's and lets out a deep breath before whispering, "I am so glad you do though."
"Me too," Blaine replies in Kurt's favorite deep, calm and so soft voice. Blaine pauses a moment before asking, "Do you still want to act in that production, after what happened today?"
"I honestly don't know right now," Kurt replies before sliding to the floor, back resting against the wall. Blaine sits down next to him, listening, "They are taking their time anyway, with the auditions stretched out over several days, so I figure the best idea for me right now is to take some time to think about it as well," Kurt says, moving his head to rest on Blaine's right shoulder.
"Okay, sounds like a plan, Love" Blaine replies, arms once again wrapped securely around Kurt and placing a kiss to Kurt's hair.
"I like it. You may keep calling me that. Love."
*This is where Kurt storms out on the show, but seeing as he does not here, I give you some more of this beautiful scene. I hope it is to your liking. Also, the original reads Juliet, but Kurt changes it to my love.