A/N: Nope. Still don't own Glee...

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Blaine listened to the satisfying thunk as the knife he'd hurled way harder than necessary found its target. And then the next. And the next after that. When he ran out of knives, he sighed wearily as he surveyed the target before him. Perfect. Ten out of ten, really. He was glad the injury to his hand a couple of weeks ago had been superficial. He had a big job coming up, and he needed to be in top form. His clients deserved as much.

His mom called down to the basement, seeing the light on there. "Blaine? Can you come up here?"

Sighing, he noticed the lack of her usual endearments. The all-business tone could only mean that Figgins and Coach had talked to her. This wasn't going to be a fun end to a day that had been shitty; the tension that still sat in his gut like a rock was still there, no better than before. He needed a better plan.

"Coming right up, mom." No need to delay the inevitable. He hated that she'd sounded so disappointed.

The next day …

"David? Wes? So, you both on for the job on Saturday?" For a couple of straight guys, Blaine thought, they sure did spend a ton of time together. And when he called, they usually put it on speaker phone.

"Sure, Blaine! It'll be fun! Nothing too dangerous, right?" Wes laughed wickedly at David's expression of concern.

Blaine sighed. "No. That's not exactly what that crowd wants, now is it. As long as I can count on you guys, it should go perfect."

"Perfectly, Blaine. Grammar!" Wes playfully corrected him.

"Right. I really think we should split it three ways -"

"No chance, Lima boy!" David protested. "Look, we all know it's really your deal. C'mon, we've had this conversation before, Blainers. The usual cut is fine. No arguments."

Blaine laughed softly. "OK, no arguments, you win. I miss you guys."

"I know. We're amazing." David giggled a little. "Dinner after?"

"Yes, definitely. You got the address, right?" Blaine shifted to a serious tone while they worked out the details so all would go as planned. He smiled again as he hung up when they were done talking, after they'd trashed his wardrobe choices. He needed the money, and was grateful once again that neither of them really did; they just liked to come along for the excitement.

The next day …

Carole looked over at the boys. Kurt had been busy helping her with wedding plans much of the evening. "Honey, much as I love the help, you've got to do your homework after dinner, OK? Burt and I will clean up."

Kurt nodded at her. "But, on the weekend we're going to pick the flowers, right?"

Carole grinned at him. "Well, I was going to do that. But I've got a party to go to in Westerville first, Saturday afternoon. Will you come along?"

Kurt furrowed his brow. "Why? What kind of party?"

"It's this elaborate birthday party for my rich cousin's twelve year old daughter. Well, she will be twelve by then." Noticing the pained expression on the boy's face, she added, "I don't think we'll have to be there that long, and that florist we wanted to check out is between Lima and Westerville, so I thought it kind of worked."

"The things I do for you. Good thing my dad loves you so much." He shot her an elfin expression, full of mischief. She mused that he probably had no idea how cute that was.

That Saturday …

"Wes, David, is everything set up?" Blaine called to his friends. He thought of it as making a dramatic entrance, and Wes insisted on calling him a drama queen. Whatever. They knew better than to argue with him on this.

"All set. Just listen up, and be ready." Good, Blaine thought. He knew he could count on these guys when he needed to. They could goof off all they wanted to, later.

Across the yard, Carole settled in to her white folding chair under the fancy white tent, and motioned for Kurt to join her. "Are you sure we have to stay for this?" He tried not to sound whiny, but really? A magic show for a spoiled twelve year old and her little friends?

"Ssssh! It's about to start! It'll be great!" Kurt could only drop his head, and wonder how the hell his Saturday had gotten hijacked.

He looked as a tall Asian boy strode to the front of the stage, with a glittery black curtain behind it, clutching a microphone. He was followed by a handsome tall black guy who looked to the audience and boomed out, "Ladies and gentlemen! It is my privilege to introduce you to … the Amazing Blaine!"

With that, the boys parted, music flowed from the speakers, and they started singing background notes as the curtain parted, and a tuxedo-clad boy burst from behind the them, clutching his mike, flashing a million dollar smile at his audience, before belting out –

Ho, Ho, Ho, It's magic!

You know … never believe it's not so!

It's magic, you know

Never believe it's not so!

Kurt couldn't believe it! That voice, it was incredible! And his backup singers were about as talented. Screw the magic show, he thought, wishing they'd just keep on singing. He gazed hungrily as the ….

Damn! The Amazing Blaine! Was … gah! The amazing cute goth guy from school! What kind of rabbit hole had he dropped into! Kurt watched as he continued singing, his assistants do-wopping and dancing, dancing, dammit! And setting up for the show. He hoped Blaine couldn't see him, sitting far back on the shady part of the tent; he imagined his mouth hanging open like a fish. Damn! He was sexy, in that fitted tux, with curls framing his face, and no shortage of flirty smiles and winks at his audience. Oh. My. Gaga. They'd evidently finished, and bowed to the audience. Kurt looked around; both the tweens surrounding the birthday girl, and their moms, along with a few dads, were clapping and smiling, happy to see what was next.

"Good afternoon! Especially to you, Cindy, our birthday girl." Blaine smiled at the girl in a pink dress, with a tiara in her hair. "Goodness! Where are my manners?"

One of his assistants stepped forward to banter. "I don't know, Blaine, I thought we packed everything!"

Blaine let the giggles die down, and announced with a flourish, "Please let me introduce messieurs Wes and David, my talented assistants. Please give it up for Wes and David!" The audience warmed to his ebullient tone and clapped while Wes and David bowed in turn, and blew kisses to the audience.

"Now Blaine," Wes chided, "what kind of a gentleman are you? Have you nothing for the birthday girl?"

"Oh!" Blaine's eyebrows went straight up. "Of course. How silly of me." Stepping off the stage, he bent down in front of the birthday girl. "These are for you. Happy birthday!" and produced a small bouquet of lovely miniature pink and yellow roses. She squeaked with happiness as he flashed a big grin at her, winked, and hopped onto the stage.

The music started again, as they boys broke into song again.

Do you believe in magic?

In a young girl's heart?

How the music can free her,

Whenever it starts

And it's magic, when the music is groovy...

As if it were the most casual thing in the world, Blaine juggled what the guys threw at him, all the while singing the old 60s song, to the delight of the audience members. No one even cared when he'd dropped one of the shiny balls (he was up to his maximum of five at that point) and kept on singing; Kurt was sure he wasn't the only one that was mesmerized. Damn! His backup singers were great, he could tell, but Blaine was like … a rock star.

He noticed this part of the act was done, as Blaine tossed everything back to the other boys and they all took a bow.

"Do any of you girls like balloon animals?" Really? Kurt thought. Well, he was a teenage magician, he thought. What could he expect.

The girls, however, seemed to be completely under his spell; that and the two guys with him, who also played to their audience masterfully. They worked together, all three of them producing fantastical balloon creatures for the happy little girls, who seemed to love the one on one attention from the gorgeous teen guys. Kurt snorted, he was pretty sure at this point they could have been mowing the lawn and they would have happily squealed and clapped. Of course, it was a warm day... maybe they'd have to ditch their shirts... all right, he smiled. Enough of that. And turned his attention back to the stage, where they'd leapt back on.

"I don't know, Blaine, are you sure it's a good idea?"

"Sure, David, it'll be fine." Blaine bantered back, and winked again. God, Kurt thought, this guy is shameless on stage!

"Are you sure it's safe? I mean, last time ..." Wes sputtered, trying to look nervous. Kurt wondered what schtick was coming next.

"No permanent damage!" Blaine waved in the air, as if to wave their concerns away. "Let me just clear it with our host." He made a show of hopping off the stage, pulling aside the birthday girl's mom, and returning, with much nodding. "Are you girls ready?"

"Yeah! Woot woot!" he let them go on for a while.

"All right, guys, set it up." Suddenly the music was suspenseful. Kurt smiled; these guys knew their stagecraft.

"Fine. But I won't take responsibility for any of this!" Wes warned, trying to look serious.

Blaine just smiled, and stripped off his tuxedo jacket, laying it neatly on an empty chair off to the side. While the assistants readied a target, Blaine made a show of swallowing nervously, taking off his tie, and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his fitted white shirt. Damn! Kurt thought. And I almost stayed home! He then undid his cufflinks, and rolled up his sleeves, waiting for his assistants to finish. They parted the curtain, to reveal a target, set up a good 10 paces away, and brought a basket, which they laid beside Blaine. Stationing themselves to the left and right edges of the stage, they said in unison, "The Amazing Blaine will now demonstrate for you his knife-throwing part of the show." Wes looked over to David, before he continued on his own. "We won't let him use a human, but we'd like to borrow back those balloon animals, ladies."

Kurt saw that he had them in the palm of his hand. Blaine collected them, going from girl to girl, softly reassuring them that he'd return their balloon pets in good shape. He secured them to the target, backed off, and reached into the basket.

He picked up the first knife with a flourish. Looking almost casual, he threw it at the target so fast and hard most of them missed seeing it happen. It was right outside the shape he'd made using the balloon creatures, roughly in the shape of a heart,with the middle left blank. He continued, and the girls, prompted by David and Wes, counted the knives as he threw them; one for each year in honor of the birthday girl. Kurt watched as captivated as the rest of the audience, as the knives all landed true, in a pattern mirroring the heart shape. He lifted one last knife and made eye contact with his assistants.

"No, Blaine! I don't think that's a good idea!" Wes said, in an imitation of panic.

"Nonsense. It'll be fine." Blaine threw a pleading look at the audience. "One more. What do you think?" He waited while they all talked at once, encouraging him.

With an air of resignation, David approached Blaine with a hot pink satin scarf. He wound it, and tied it around Blaine's face, obscuring his eyes.

"You may want to take a step back." David warned the audience, and the girls retreated a bit. David turned Blaine towards the target, and Blaine made a show of pantomiming am I in the right place? And David nodded yes, tapping his shoulders and grasping Blaine's arm, extending it in the direction of the target. Blaine nodded, waited, and waited. When it was totally quiet, he quickly lunged, and, thunk! The last knife found its target – right in the middle, not touching any of the balloons! The girls all exhaled and squealed, as Blaine removed his blind with a flourish, and bowed deeply to his audience, then gestured in turn to his assistants, who also bowed.

The music came on once again, and Blaine and the other guys grabbed their mikes to sing their finale

Come take my hand

You should know me

I've always been in your mind!

You know I will be kind

I'll be guiding you

You have to believe

We are magic

Nothing can stand in our way!

Blaine smiled as he sang; he knew the song was a crowd-pleaser: the adults usually were familiar with it, and girls this age loved to be sung to. As the last notes died away, everyone applauded, most of them standing, and the trio bowed their last bow.

Kurt watched from the back of the tent, where he'd stayed. He became concerned when it looked like they were just going to leave. Of course they would! He chided himself. Why would they hang out with a bunch of tweens?

He bolted out of his chair, saying a quick, "I'll be back in a minute!" to Carole, as he followed the taller assistant to the van he was packing. And there he was.

"Blaine! That was amazing!"

A/N: You can imagine I had a blast writing this. The songs? I don't own 'em! I use them only with love. The finale was Magic, from the movie Xanadu; Do you Believe in Magic by the Lovin' Spoonfuls, and they opened with Magic by E.L.O. I would love your feedback; and I'll try not to keep you in suspense too long!