A/N: Wow! Sorry I haven't updated any of my stories for like 2 days! I have been soooo busy lately! :P Okay, so random question, but I find it really interesting to hear what people think, but how old would you guess I was based on the way I write? People always say different things, and I was just wondering what you all thought. Thank you for reading so far! Special thank you to these supermegafoxyawesomehot people:

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REVIEW PLEASE? xoxo –Leah


"Okay, the lighting is ready. Santana, Britt do you know the lighting cues?" Kurt asked.

"Don't you have cues in snooker?" Brittany asked with a thoughtful expression.

"We know them is it: Lights on, then fade when you take the poison and then flash back on, and fade when you're both dead?" Santana asked in a bored voice.

"Yeah, that's it. Good luck for your performance by the way guys." Kurt said with a smile.

"You too porcelain." Santana smirked.

"I'm actually quite nervous." Kurt admitted.

"You can't be serious! You actually have stage fright?" Blaine asked amusedly.

"Shut up Blaine. Like you weren't fidgeting the whole time in the car this morning." Kurt said, smiling playfully at his boyfriend.

"Kurt you said that was endearing." Blaine snapped.

"It was. C'mon, let's go and watch Rachel." Kurt said waving goodbye to Santana and Brittany. Kurt and Blaine sat down and the curtain went up. Rachel was centre stage wearing a black cocktail dress. Rachel stood forward and began to sing.

'I can see you're not yourself
Even when you're here with me
I know that you're somewhere else

So put another record on
Kiss and leave me on
Nothing really matters when we're dancing
Listen to the same sad song playing on repeat
'Cause every time we come this close, my heart skips, skips a beat'

Karofsky stepped up from behind the curtain, not looking at all comfortable as he joined in.

'So come on, spin me around
Now I don't wanna go home
Cause when you hold me like this you know my heart skips, skips a beat
I know I should, but I can't leave it alone
And when you hold me like this that's when my heart skips, skips a beat
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
'

Kurt and Blaine were both surprised when they heard Karofsky sing; he wasn't too bad, but he was nothing compared to Rachel. Mike then danced onto the stage, moving to the beat of the music. It was all pretty impressive.

'So hung up
We can't let go
If you really have to leave
One more time just move me slow

So put another record on
Play it on repeat,
Nothing really matters when we're dancing
Cause all you ever need to know, is what you do to me,
And every time you hold me close, my heart skips, skips a beat'

Kurt could tell that Mike was lip syncing, but it didn't really affect the performance that much. Karofsky and Rachel turned to each other and held hands as they sang the next part together.

'So come on, spin me around
Now I don't wanna go home
Cause when you hold me like this you know my heart skips, skips a beat
I know I should, but I can't leave it alone
And when you hold me like this that's when my heart skips, skips a beat
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh'

Rachel's voice soared over Karofsky's. Mike stopped dancing and began to do something that shocked the entire crowd; he began to sing... Well rap really.

'Rizzle Kicks, Yeah
At the start of the night I was like, what?
Let's have a team talk,
Playing with this lady isn't something I'd agree for,
Flaps keep going up and down like a see-saw
Should have just taken her to the cinema to see saw,
Ooh, she let me sit with her, I figured her figure's a sure sure winner,
'Cause I got a lead from the back, I'ma skipper
You make my heart skip, skip, skip, skip, skip, skip a beat.'

The whole crowd stared, because he was in actual fact really good.

'So come on, spin me around
Now I don't wanna go home
Cause when you hold me like this you know my heart skips, skips a beat
I know I should, but I can't leave it alone
And when you hold me like this that's when my heart skips, skips a beat
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
My heart skips, skips a beat
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
My heart skips, skips a beat'

They all stopped singing and stood centre stage. They began their dialogue and the performance went smoothly from there. As they bowed and walked off stage the whole class erupted into applause. Kurt and Blaine both froze when Miss Holiday called their names out.

"We can do this Kurt. Just stay calm, and don't panic. Okay?" Blaine said taking Kurt's hand as they walked backstage.

"I don't even know why I'm so worried! I mean I've sang in front of thousands of people! Why am I all shaky now?" Kurt asked looking for his costume.

"I don't know," Blaine said, "I'm not too sure how to feel. I've never done anything like this before. I just don't want to mess up."

"You won't, you'll be great." Kurt reassured him.

"God! What if people make fun of us?" Blaine yelped looking at Kurt wildly.

"Relax Blaine. They won't." Kurt said as he pulled on his costume.

"Really? People won't make fun of two gay people in a homophobic school?" Blaine said.

"We're doing this. We worked too damn hard to give it all up now! Plus if we want to be on Broadway, we're going to have to get used to tough crowds." Kurt snapped.

"You want to be on Broadway. Not me." Blaine snapped back.

"I can't believe how selfish you're being, okay, so maybe this isn't your dream but can't you at least help me get to mine!" Kurt said in a raised voice.

"Have you ever thought that I was just doing this to help you? I know how much shit these guys put you through. That's why I came here tonight, because I wanted to protect you." Blaine said forcefully.

"I don't need protecting Blaine! I can cope perfectly fine on my own, but I can't do this performance without you, so grow up and put your costume on!" Kurt shouted. He could here a couple of gasps coming from the audience and suspected that they were being too loud, but he was too mad to pay much attention to it.

"You want me to grow up, why don't you grow up yourself first before making snap judgements, and analysing every single thing I say!" Blaine shouted even louder. He threw his costume onto the floor, and walked out of the props room – through the back entrance, so nobody would see him leave.

"Blaine, wait I—" Kurt didn't even bother to finish the sentence, because he knew his boyfriends had left the school. What the hell just happened? Was all Kurt could think. He and Blaine had had arguments since they had started going out with each other, but nothing that actually made them as mad as they were now. Kurt crumpled to the floor. Not even bothering to go onstage, what was the point?

"Hey man," A familiar sounding voice said.

"H-Hi Finn." Kurt said putting on his happy voice – he had learned to sound happy ever since he decided not to tell his father about the bullying. Burt knew that Kurt was being bullied though. He found out after Sue complained about it. Kurt still liked to make his father think he was happy though.

"What, uh... What happened with you and Blaine just now?" Finn said, awkwardly sitting – or rather crouching – on the floor next to Kurt.

"I, I don't know Finn! He just snapped, and I- I don't know w-what I did wrong." Kurt whispered. Finn patted Kurt on the back slowly,

"I'm sure he'll come around, or something." Finn said with a small smile.

"Yeah. Thanks Finn." Kurt snapped looking up. Finn could see tear tracks on his stepbrothers face, but figured he would be crying if he and his boyfriend had just had an argument.

"Sorry dude, if you want me to go, then I'll just be... going now." Finn said standing up, "Do you want me to get Mercedes, or Rachel or...?"

"No thank you Finn, I think I'll just go home. Tell miss we'll speak to her about the performance later." Kurt said in a very composed, but forced voice.

"Will do." Finn replied with an awkward wave. Finn gave him a small smile before getting up and leaving the props room as well.


A/N: What did you think? R&R? Oh lord! I was bitten by the angst bug :/ Sometimes my hands just start typing out angst all by themselves and I can't help it! Sorry? Please R&R to find out how it went... And what will be done about their drama performance! :O Thanks guys! Much love and Klisses –Leah xoxo