Fraction

A/N: Fluff alert.

"Has anyone ever literally died on stage?"

"Are you nervous?"

"Please don't judge me."

"I feel like we've had this conversation before."

Blaine laughed aloud at that. "You're right," he conceded. "It was just easier when I was on the other side of it, you know?"

Kurt stood from the chair he'd been occupying in the corner of the small dressing room and crossed to stand behind his husband. With deft fingers, he rearranged a few errant curls to achieve the perfect tousled look. Smiling at Blaine through the dressing table mirror, he laid his hands upon his shoulders. "You're going to be amazing out there tonight. This is an audience of people who love you and who are eager to hear you and to adore you. There's no need to worry."

"That's just it, though," Blaine answered, turning on the vanity stool to look up into Kurt's face. "They've been waiting so long, building this up so much…what if I can't live up to the hype?" he asked meekly.

Kurt took him by the hands and pulled him up to stand. "Here, take your hand and put it over your heart," he directed with a wink.

"Like the song?" Blaine said on cue.

"Like the song," Kurt parroted back.

"Pulling out all the stops tonight, aren't you?" Blaine joked.

"Shut up, I'm being romantic," Kurt chided playfully. "Look," he continued more sincerely, covering Blaine's hand with his own where it rested against his chest, "you know, and I know that you know, that you were born for this. It's natural to be nervous when you're about to realize a lifelong dream, but that is just because you care. I believe in you, Blaine. I wish you could feel one fraction of the amount of faith I have in you, or just a tiny bit of how proud I am of you."

"Kurt," Blaine murmured, his voice cracking.

"No, no," Kurt interrupted, a catch in his own voice, as well. "We just got you all fixed up. No crying now."

Blaine huffed out a laugh and dropped his head forward in a familiar gesture. When he looked back up, a smile graced his lips. "Well, then, maybe you should stop trying to make me cry." He leaned forward and kissed Kurt lightly.

"Fair enough," Kurt agreed when they parted. He stepped back, placing a gentle kiss on the back of Blaine's hand before releasing it. Turning around, he picked up Blaine's guitar and handed it to him. "Go get 'em, Mister."

Blaine took the guitar, slipped the strap over his head, and adjusted it quickly. With a deep breath and one more smile, he walked out of the dressing room with Kurt close behind.

Kurt took up his position in the wings where he could see but not necessarily be seen. This was Blaine's night – his first solo concert promoting his first solo album – and Kurt wasn't about to upstage him by having the focus shift to him due to his recent Broadway success.

Blaine stepped onto the stage, his fans going wild with applause and cheers. The touch of the spotlight seemed to ignite the spark in him. He waved and greeted the crowd, catching their enthusiasm instantly. All the nerves were gone; or, at the very least, they were now being channeled into his performance when he played the opening chords of the first song.

Kurt couldn't help but whisper to himself, "Oh, there you are."