I'm so excited for these next few chapters. Keep reading! Thank you to anyone who has been. This is a pretty long chapter, but an important one. It's Blaine's big night!

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January 14.

Kurt woke up to Mercedes blasting old school Kanye in the room down the hall. She belted out the intro to that song perfectly; Kurt could never tire of hearing it. She had flown in the night before for Blaine's debut. He also woke up to a surprising little situation of his own. He hadn't woken up with his pajama bottoms askew like this for at least a few months. Odd. Then it hit him, Blaine's debut, is tonight. Nervousness swelled up inside of Kurt so fiercely he felt sick. He could not believe that after a year, he was going to see Blaine. Had he dreamed of Blaine last night? No, he couldn't have. He needed to fix this before anyone came in. But Santana, Britney, Puck, Sam, and Mercedes had all flown in the day before and Kurt could hear them all talking in the kitchen down the hall. Soon enough, he heard a knock on the door, before Kurt could answer the door just opened.

Kurt saw Santana standing outside his door awkwardly staring at his morning situation. "What was the point in even knocking if you were going to barge right in?"

"Getting a little too excited for tonight, are you? Someone's been thinking about Blaine. You could ahead and take care of that first," her eyes traveling below Kurt's waist, "and then come out and let us know if you want to out to breakfast with us. We're leaving in 20."

She turned around, closed the door behind her, and left. Thank God. Kurt loved having all of his friends here, but really? He still needed his privacy. But he wasn't mad, it was typical Santana. Besides it would have been much more awkward had it been Puck, or Sam.

Had Kurt really been thinking of Blaine? Did he seriously have a sex dream about Blaine last night? It was coming back to him. You know how your brain does that, it will show you little pieces of your dream in fragments. Yeah, that was all Kurt was getting. All he could remember was a man pushing his bedroom door open while forcefully kissing him. Kurt could not see the man's face but he subconsciously knew that it was Blaine, which was another weird thing that dreams did sometimes. He didn't have time, nor did he feel like putting in the effort to remember his dream. He also did not have the time or privacy to deal with his situation in a proper way, so a shower would have to do.

When he got out of the shower he got ready quickly, which was a rarity for Kurt. He ran out to the kitchen so that his friends wouldn't leave without him for breakfast. The whole conversation over their breakfasts revolved around one thing. Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine. Making it very difficult for Kurt to get him out of his head. Everyone kept harassing Kurt to let Mercedes text Blaine telling him that Kurt would be attending his debut. Kurt wanted to surprise Blaine, so he declined that gracious offer every time, sarcasm intended. They also repeatedly asked Kurt to come to Sardi's tonight with the crew. Sardi's was a restaurant in the heart of the theatre district of New York City. Blaine's parents had set up a dinner party there afterwards. They had all been invited. But Kurt kept declining. He was acting stubborn, but he knew that he honestly hoped that he'd end up changing his own mind by the end of the night. He was secretly planning to go out with them afterwards. Not with the intention of rekindling any kind of relationship with Blaine, whether it be friendship or something more. He just wanted to be with all of his friends together again in one room. It had only been a blurry memory of the last time an opportunity to be with all of them took place. Besides, it was so nice of them to all fly down to be there for his opening night. They were all really great, supportive friends. Even Kurt's family was even trying to come up with enough extra money to see the show. Carole had called two nights ago asking if Blaine liked red, or white roses better. They had some sent to the theatre for his opening. God, everyone was so kind, that Kurt almost felt bad. Even with Kurt's nerves he could barely contain his excitement any longer. He just wanted to text Blaine himself, or let Mercedes to relay the information to him that Kurt would, indeed, be there tonight, seeing as though he asked Mercedes if Kurt knew about it four times. But he wanted to surprise Blaine, did that mean he wanted to come face to face with Blaine? Hell yes. In his own head he knew how bad Kurt wanted to see him, but he was still on the idea that if it was meant to happen, it would.

There he was, looking up at "Blaine Anderson" in lights above a picture of Blaine's face. He looked the same as he did a year ago, still very handsome. Since de-activating his Facebook, Kurt had not even seen a picture of Blaine since somewhere around February when he visited home and was looking through an old yearbook. Kurt's stomach was tied in knots. He was unable to tell if it was pure nerves about seeing Blaine again and what would happen, if it were nerves for Blaine because he wanted him to do perfectly, even though, this was Blaine Anderson, of course he would do perfectly. Or if it was simply just a thousand butterflies fluttering their wings throughout Kurt's whole body. He concluded that it was a mixture of the three. Santana, Britney, Puck, Sam, Mercedes, and himself all found their seats, center orchestra, row C. In other words, fucking amazing seats. Kurt looked over and saw Santana and Britney covertly holding hands underneath Britney's jacket; Puck looking down the shirt of a girl in front of him standing over her seat looking in her purse, typical. Sam looking at Mercedes and wondering who the hell she was texting, and Mercedes, obviously, texting someone with a big smile on her face. Kurt leaned his head over to see if he could read the name, and nonetheless, she was texting Blaine. Blaine needed to be warming up, why on God's green earth was he texting Mercedes. The fact that he was behind that curtain, only shy of 30 feet away from him made this all so much more real. Blaine was back there right now, getting ready to come onto the stage, a Broadway stage. It truly was surreal. Kurt looked around and noticed how many people were there. I guess the word about him really had been traveling around rapidly ever since those YouTube videos. The lights dimmed. Kurt saw Blaine descend from a latter onto the stage, a hell of an opening. All he could do was hold his breathe.

Act 1 was completed. As the lights slowly reached normal brightness again all of his friends began to talk about how amazing Blaine was doing. All Kurt do was stare at the empty stage in awe. If Kurt had any resistance toward speaking with Blaine after the show, it was all gone now. He had to have this boy back in his life. All the love he ever had for Blaine was rushing up to him all at once, ever since he stepped foot on that stage. Kurt could feel a single tear fall down his face. Had he lost his chance? Had he already let Blaine go, never to return? He was so unbelievably proud of him. Blaine was living his dream and Kurt wanted to be along for the ride. Kurt wiped his face before anyone noticed and when he turned his face to look for Mercedes, they were all looking at him.
"Are you okay, Kurt?" Mercedes sounded worried.

"Yeah, just a little blown away is all, I'll be fine." Kurt replied, a little embarrassed.

They all decided to get some water, except for Puck and Santana, they wanted to take a few shots. Kurt thought it was an irresponsible decision, but those two were always in the mood for a party. And he wasn't going to say anything because if they were old enough to purchase shots of vodka at a theatre they were old enough to know if they would be able to handle themselves.

When Act 2 was completed Kurt was one of the first in the whole theatre to stand up to give the cast what they deserved, a standing ovation. He could swear that Blaine looked him right in the eye, but what were the chances of that? Clearly Blaine could not see him. They all exited the theatre and began walking to where their car was waiting for them, a car that Puck had reserved, with a driver. Puck wanted to party. And he was not going to get caught drunk driving again, especially not in New York City.

"Kurt, I take it you're coming to dinner with us?"

"Do you think I should, I-I mean, do you think Blaine or his family would mind?" Kurt was stuttering. He had never been this nervous before in his life.

"Kurt, you're crazy if you think Blaine would mind."

"I guess I can't turn down Sardi's then, I mean everybody and anybody who's been a part of Broadway have eaten there."

"Then it's right up your alley," said Puck, "I'm happy that you're coming, bro, and you know Blaine will be too."

Twenty minutes later Kurt's heart dropped. Blaine exited the stage door, not noticing his friends from home yet, but seeing about 40 fans asking for playbill signatures a few brave ones asking for pictures. Kurt stared at Blaine the whole time, and everyone noticed. Kurt stopped trying to hide it after the first two minutes. His eyes were glued on the gorgeous man in front of him, still sweaty from his outstanding performance just twenty minutes prior. When Blaine finished with new-found fans he noticed Mercedes and ran over and hugged all of his friends. He looked so happy. Kurt no longer had a stomach, all of his organs were intertwined. He never felt so anxious, this was worse than coming out with the news of his obvious homosexuality to his father. While Blaine was hugging Puck is when he noticed. As soon as he saw Kurt he slowly dropped his arms from Puck's embrace and stared at Kurt with awe. He unhurriedly made the ten steps over to Kurt. You could tell by his body language that he was sharing the same apprehensive feelings that Kurt was. Kurt couldn't help it. He threw his arms around Blaine like it was going to be his last time on earth. They hugged eachother as passionately as a hug could get. And Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear while letting his tears stream down his face;

"I've missed you, Kurt, I can't believe you're here."