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Blaine, usually, was a very happy, cheerful person. And of course, being in the process of adopting a child with the love of his life didn't exactly damper his mood. Which is why Kurt was suspicious when Blaine came home from work one day completely and utterly pissed off.

"What's the matter with you today? Finally have a student that doesn't love you?" Kurt teased him.

Blaine slammed his keys on the kitchen table then turned to glower at Kurt. "Really? No. I-I just got laid off."

"What? Why?" Kurt asked

"I dunno something with budget cuts or something" Blaine rolled his eyes, then walked over to fridge to get a beer. "What? All the kids love you! They can't do that! That's ridiculous!" Kurt sputtered.

"Well, not really. Everyone else has been there longer or had more experience than I have. I'll start looking for a new job tomorrow, I guess." Blaine said as he trudged over to the couch and turned on the game.

"Yeah. I guess you'll have to. C'mere" Kurt walked to the couch and gave Blaine a hug. "I love you, alright? We're in this together."

After a few seconds Blaine pulled away and looked at Kurt, dead in the eye. "What about the baby?" he asked. Kurt shook his head. "Cathie isn't due for at least another four or five months. Trust me, you'll have a job by that point, ok? And even if you don't, I'm a shoe-in for a promotion coming up. We can just live off that for a while. Besides, even without money we'd be better parents than Cathie would be.

Blaine chuckled at that and buried his face in his husband's shoulder again.


During the next few weeks, Blaine scoured the city, trying to find a decent enough job for his family. So far, it wasn't a success.

"What the hell is wrong with our economy, Kurt? There are literally no freaking jobs at all. I should just apply to McDonald's or some other minimum wage job! Or maybe I could become a drug dealer or something? All of the jobs out there either don't pay enough or are creepy and gross there. And, of course, once I find a place I wouldn't mind working for, they hate me in the interview! Hate me!" Blaine exclaimed in frustration one night at dinner.

"I know exactly what you're problem is." Kurt frankly said, taking a sip of wine.

"What is it? I'm not working hard enough or something?" Blaine said sarcastically

"No, you're working really hard. Like -seriously you're beating yourself up over this- hard. But you're problem is confidence. Right now you're thinking that you'll never get another job for the rest of your life, right?" Blaine slowly nodded, Kurt smiled and began again "When you're confident, like you are when you sing, you are the most charismatic and charming person I've ever met. So, next time you have an interview, relax, take a deep breath, and say to yourself, 'I've got this'. It'll work, I promise you."

Blaine smiled, "Did I ever tell you how great you are?"

"I think maybe you've brought it up before, but it is nice to hear it just the same" Kurt chuckled and clinked his wine glass with Blaine's.


Kurt and Blaine were woken up early the next morning by a series of knocks on the door. "You get it" Kurt groaned to Blaine, burrowing his head back into the pillows. Blaine sighed and slowly shuffled to the doorway.

"Hi Blaine!" Rachel said, throwing her arms around the tired man. "Where's Kurt?" She asked.

"Um, I think he's still sleeping" Lucky him Blaine thought. He was so tired that it took a few seconds before Blaine remembered to be polite and invited her in.

"So what exactly are you doing here? So early anyway?" He asked her, sleepily, after offering her coffee or something to eat.

Rachel stared him down "Seriously, you haven't seen me in weeks and that's the first thing you ask? Not, oh I don't know, 'How is your career going, Rachel?' to which I would respond, 'Amazing! I just won a Tony, you know', you did know that right? I even thanked you and Kurt in my acceptance speech!"

"Actually, you just thanked Kurt, but yes we did know that. But you didn't answer my other question. Do you need somewhere to stay or something?"

Rachel laughed "No, silly! Do I really need an excuse to visit my Best Gay and his husband, the legendary Blaine Warbler?"

"You are aware that's not my real name right? My last name is Anderson, not Warbler. " Blaine chuckled. "And I'm not so legendary anymore. I'm out of work, all of my job interviews are busts and I'm pretty sure, Kurt, even if he doesn't show it, is disappointed in me. And did Kurt tell you we're planning to adopt a baby? Now instead of being just a lousy husband, I'll be a lousy father too! At least she'll have Kurt though, he'd be a perfect dad." Blaine said partly to himself.

"Oh, Blaine, don't say that. You'll find a job! Are you looking for something in the entertainment industry, or teaching or what? Because, I could get you an audition in the show I'm in right now if you wanted.

Blaine shook his head "No, but thanks. I don't have that kind of talent"

"Of course you do! Remember in high school, when you had first transferred to McKinley, and" She gulped "Finn was worried you'd take all of his solos because you were so great? And then when I left, of course, you became the 'new Rachel'. You know, becoming the new me requires quite a bit of talent. Trust me, you have it. You have that little spark in you that people love about me. Plus you are hotter than I am so girls would love to see you in a show!"

"Who's he hotter than?" Kurt asked, walking into the kitchen, hair a mess and still in his pajamas. "Rachel! What in the world are you doing here?" He exclaimed, wrapping her into a big hug.

"I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd stop by!"

"That's awesome! But seriously though, why were you calling my husband hot? I'm still a little freaked out since you two dated in high school." Kurt asked

They all laughed with each other, thinking about that party at Rachel's house where Blaine and Rachel kissed during spin the bottle.

"No, Kurt, don't worry. Rachel was just offering me an audition, if that's alright with you?" Blaine explained

"That's great! It doesn't hurt! Maybe that's the reason you never got any of those other jobs, you were born to perform, not teach!" Kurt exclaimed.

"Whoa, whoa , whoa I haven't even tried out yet, I probably won't even get it!" Blaine defended.

"Hey, you might, you never know!"


"C'mon Blaine stop being a baby. What's the worst thing that can happen?" Rachel asked, dragging Blaine to the theater.

"Oh, I don't know, he'll say that I suck and send me on my way?" Blaine pessimistically grumbled.

Rachel rolled her eyes and pulled Blaine into the theater.

"Ah, Rachel, is this your friend?" A man -who Blaine assumed was the director- asked.

"Yes Mr. Costell, this is my friend, Blaine Anderson. We went to high school together. You know how you said you couldn't find anyone good enough for the part? Well here he is! Trust me he's AMAZING! Go on Blaine, sing something for him." Rachel persisted, nudging him towards the stage.

Blaine sent Rachel a nervous glance but reluctantly climbed the stairs to the stage. Remembering Kurt's advice, he took a deep breath, stood up straighter and opened his mouth to sing…

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