AN: This is the chapter of the fic where things take a turning point from happy to sad so the next chapters are going to be a bit darker (M rated for violence). I hope you enjoy though, also I'm going to try updating all of my fanfics that I still have interest in working on, but will be prioritizing those with higher reviews, I just have updated this one so much because it's new.
Chapter Two
As the limo pulled up a short walk from the world carpet and the two men got out, Kurt turned to his husband and adjusted the bow tie slightly before taking his arm and resting his head on his husband's shoulder. "You ready for this honeybee?" he asked, "You look perfect so there'll be some amazing photographs of you."
"Of us," Blaine smiled with a kiss to Kurt's neck.
They started walking as Blaine looked at what all the other celebrities were wearing and then he heard an interviewer say his name. Okay, so it was starting already.
"Blaine," the woman smiled as he walked over to her, Kurt staying two paces behind him. "Are you excited to be nominated tonight? If I'm not mistaken this is your third film? It's usually such an honor when you're starting out in the business."
Blaine nodded, "I'm excited to be here, I didn't think I'd ever be even invited to this ceremony so the idea of being nominated for Best Actor alongside the greats who have been in this business for years is overwhelming. I'd really like to thank everyone involved for this honor."
"Well I'm sure that for a lot of people here for their first year that feeling is mutual, so what would you say are your chances of winning?"
"I'd love to win," Blaine smiled, "But Joshua Dreyfuss has been hoping for an award for years and was magnificent in his film, plus Ethan Johnson gave such a heartfelt performance. Really, I believe it's going to be one of those two."
"And you're with your husband tonight? Can you tell us if you're wearing one of his designs?
Kurt stepped forward as the woman mentioned him, he looked at Blaine as Blaine put a loving hand on his upper arm.
"My husband knows how to dress everyone, I'm always proud to be wearing a custom piece designed by him, now we're not going to tell you the other celebrities wearing his work, but only that there are twelve pieces including this one." Blaine looked at Kurt and wrapped a loving hand around his waist.
"You'll just have to see," Kurt laughed, "and hopefully we'll see this suit on stage on the man accepting an award."
"Here's hoping, I'll let you two go and enjoy your night," the interview chuckled softly as they continued walking. Blaine rolling his eyes at Kurt's comment as Kurt whispered about all the different actors that they were seeing and how he was excited for the after party.
They were stopped for about four more interviews, two in foreign languages which Blaine had mastered (Italian and Spanish) and about six photo ops before a woman stepped out onto the red carpet. Kurt frowned, he could tell by her off the rack dress and her shoes from two years ago with the trodden in heel and the unfashionable hair cut that this woman was not supposed to be here. Blaine, however, was more open. Kurt held tighter to his husband's arm.
"You're a cheat and a liar, there's no way your merit earned you your place here," the woman shouted at Blaine as different people turned to look. "You're balding with a beer belly and extremely untalented, you stole the place from Chase! Your acting is terrible!"
Kurt frowned, he hated these haters (or were they called Blaters) and he hated that they would more or less spam every article Blaine was in with these horrible comments about how Blaine was the devil. It made Kurt even more protective.
"Thank you for your opinion, hope you enjoy watching the award ceremony tonight," Blaine gave such a genuine smile as he attempted to pass her, but the woman reached out and sunk her nails (Kurt would describe them as talons) into Blaine's arm. The moment she touched him, security surrounded her and dragged her away.
"I'm sorry honeybee," Kurt whispered as Blaine nodded, ignoring what had just happened as the French Foreign Press waved them over. Kurt laughed, not only could he speak French, but Blaine could as well.
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Three hours later, after Hans Novac accepted his award for Best Adapted Screenplay, there was a break period and Blaine shifted. Kurt tried to put a comforting hand on Blaine's knee whilst he looked at his husband, he didn't really understand what was going on, but he knew that Blaine was really anxious. The Best Actor category was going to come up soon and whilst there were commercial breaks and on stage performances, before too long the time would approach.
Blaine didn't think he was going to win, Kurt knew that, but the thought of everyone watching him on the screen as the nominees were announced was enough for him to be nervous about. Kurt couldn't deny the fact that he would be nervous as well.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom," Blaine whispered as Kurt frowned, standing up and letting his husband pass him in the seat, Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek quickly as Kurt looked at him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't be too long, I really don't want you to miss your moment," Kurt said with so much love in his eyes as he beheld his husband. Gently he reached out to cup Blaine's cheek, "I love you so much," he said as Blaine nodded.
"I'll be back soon, I just really need to use it," he gestured and Kurt nodded. A seat filler standing in the aisle, ready if Blaine didn't come back in time.
Kurt sighed as he looked down, he kept thinking about his kids. Cooper had assured him it would be alright, but he was pretty sure that not only was Elizabeth watching this, but Cooper had woken Stephen up so he could watch his daddy get nominated for an award. Although Cooper now had a career, it was nothing like Blaine's and Cooper was so eager to see his little brother appear on TV screens and movie screens. If Kurt wasn't Blaine's biggest fan, the designer knew that Cooper would be.
It was nice having family and friends (Rachel and Mercedes) so close by and he had seen Mercedes tonight. Though they couldn't sit together, Kurt had felt such pride as he watched Mercedes receive her prize for Best Original Song and he knew at the after party the three of them would talk together. Before too long the lights dimmed, music played, and the seat filler took Blaine's seat next to him.
Kurt couldn't deny the tight knot and dreadful sinking feeling in his stomach as he realized that he had no idea where Blaine was. Why was he so nervous? Sure, Blaine should have been back by now, but he'd be back in time for the award right? They had the Best Actress to go through first.
The actresses were all smiling and as each clip played of their performances, Kurt grew more and more nervous. Surely Blaine would be back by now, he never took this long and he wouldn't. The courageous man also would be back even if he did think there was a chance of him winning, Blaine was one of the strongest, bravest people he knew and outside of himself, the strongest and the bravest without question.
"And the winner is Alyssa Marsh for her work in The Rolling East Coast,"
Kurt could hear his heart beat in his chest and feel his breath squeeze through his lungs and back again.
Where was Blaine!?
Due to his own nerves, Kurt couldn't even pay attention to the speech. He just knew that the Best Actor category was next and Blaine still wasn't here, Blaine still wasn't here.
He felt dizzy as he heard the four other names and saw the small clips from their films.
Blaine wasn't here. Blaine wasn't here.
"And Blaine Hummel for Salt and Ice"
The camera panned to Kurt as people started whispering and then a photograph of Blaine was put onto the screen instead. What was going on!? Where was Blaine…where on earth was he?
"And the Oscar goes to…" the actress smiled, "Blaine Hummel for Salt and Ice"
The applause was deafening.
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