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Kurt looked at his reflexion as he slowly got up from the chair. His clothes were beautiful, his hair was perfect, but something still wasn't right.
"I look like a whale" he stated.
Blaine smiled as he turned away from the mirror and walked behind Kurt, sneaked his arms around him and rested his hands on Kurt's baby bump.
"I think you look amazing" he said.
"I just don't want people to stare at me" Kurt said.
"They will" Blaine said and pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's cheek. "Because you're the hottest and most talented person of the whole city. And they are so jealous at me for having you."
Kurt smiled. Blaine always knew how to make him feel better.
"We should go, honey" Blaine said. "You don't want to miss the moment you win your first Tony, right?"
"There are so many great actors, Blaine, I barely have a chance to..."
"You will get it" Blaine said. "I know you will. You're the best actor of the world."
Kurt smiled at that. Blaine was always so sweet. He couldn't have wished for a better husband.
"Come on. The others are waiting for us" Blaine said and took Kurt's hand.
They walked downstairs where their family and friends were waiting for them. When Noel saw his fathers walking down the stairs, he ran to them and hugged the men.
"You're beautiful, papa" he told Kurt.
Kurt crouched down in front of his five-year-old and pulled him into his arms.
"Thank you, honey" Kurt said.
"I will watch you in the TV with grandpa" Noel told him.
"Unless he falls asleep before you could walk onto the stage" Burt smiled.
"I won't" Noel said.
"Okay, let me check on them" Santana said as she walked forward. She looked at Kurt briefly and smiled. "Perfect like always."
"Of course" Kurt nodded.
Then Santana turned to Blaine and grimanced.
"Anderson! What the hell is that?" she asked, pointing at Blaine's head.
"What?" Blaine asked in confusion.
"The mop on the top of your head" Santana explained. "You look like the murderer from some cheap high school horror. We have to do something with that."
"Wha- but..." Blaine was unable to form a response as Santana grabbed his arm and led him back upstairs.
"She takes her job very seriously" Sebastian said as he stepped forward.
"She was our best choice" Kurt replied. "I couldn't wish for a better manager."
"I don't think Blaine agrees with you" Sebastian laughed.
"He shouldn't complain either" Kurt smirked. "His newest album is a great success. Santana was right when she insisted those changes in his music."
"And don't forget his new attire" Sebastian said. "Who knew Blaine could dress up properly when he was forced to."
"True" Kurt laughed.
"Uncle Sebi, will you watch the show with me and grandpa?" Noel asked.
"Of course" Sebastian said. "If you stop calling me Sebi."
"But aunt Santana said that I should call you that" Noel frowned.
"Because aunt Satana is crazy" Sebastian replied.
"Is it wrong?" Noel asked in confusion.
"No, I guess we like her this way" Sebastian said.
"Okay, guys" Santana sighed as she and Blaine walked back downstairs. "Mr and Mr Hummel-Anderson are ready for the night."
Kurt looked at his husband and almost laughed when he saw his expression. Santana had put some gel onto his hair, so it didn't look so bad anymore but he could tell how much Blaine hated it.
"I look like a nerd" Blaine muttered.
"I thought you liked looking like one" Kurt winked. "That's how we met, remember?"
"That was a completely different situation" Blaine said.
"You look great" Santana said and checked the time on her phone. "Okay, it's time to leave. Kurt, remember to keep your speech short and try not to give birth on the stage."
"I have two more weeks left" Kurt said, stroking his baby bump.
"Girls always arrive earlier" Santana said.
"And I came earlier, too" Noel said proudly.
"That's right" Santana nodded. "So be careful."
"Yes, boss" Kurt rolled his eyes.
"You will get this, Kurt" Rachel said as she went to hug her friends. "Because you deserve."
"She's right, you know" Burt said and hugged his son and his son-in-law. "Make sure he doesn't freak out."
"I will" Blaine promised.
"I love you" Noel said as he ran to his fathers and hugged them again.
"We love you, too" Kurt said.
Blaine turned towards Santana and Sebastian but none of them seemed to be willing to hug them.
"I don't hug people" Santana said.
"Me neither" Sebastian agreed.
"You should try once" Kurt rolled his eyes. "Believe me, it wouldn't kill you."
"You can never know that" Sebastian said.
Kurt shook his head but didn't argue. It was time to leave.
~ o ~
Kurt couldn't get used to the spotlight, not even in the past five years. Although he was there every time Blaine had to appear on a public event, he was there on his concerts and he had his own career, he was still scared of the crowd and people watching them from every possible direction. He usually took it well, not even Blaine saw his fear but sometimes he remembered the night of Noel's birth and everything came back haunting him. This time it wasn't his fear that bothered him the most, though. He was pregnant, he could barely move and he was dead tired, and on the top of that, nervous like hell. It was the first time he was nominated for the award and although it was something he wanted so much, he just wanted the night to be over.
Blaine got out of the limo first and helped Kurt. He winked at his husband who put an arm around him and they both smiled as they made their way towards the gate and the reporters waiting for them. They stopped a few times, posed for photos and answered a few questions.
"Blaine!" a reported shouted. They turned to look at the young woman. "How are you feeling about your husband's nomination?"
"I'm so proud of him" Blaine smiled.
"You're going to give birth soon, Kurt. How are you taking your pregnancy?" the woman asked.
"I enjoy every single moment of it" Kurt answered. "And we can't wait to meet our beautiful baby daughter."
"Is Noel jealous at her?" another reporter asked.
"No" Blaine answered. "Noel is excited to have a baby sister. He even promised us to help around her."
"That's so sweet" another woman said. "You must be happy to have such an amazing son."
"Believe me, we are" Kurt said as he looked at Blaine. "We are so lucky to have each other."
Blaine decided that so many questions were enough and led his husband inside. Kurt couldn't stand too long, he had to sit down soon, even if he couldn't sit too long either. The end of the pregnancy was always hard for him, so Blaine hoped that the event would go fast and they could return home as soon as possible.
Much to Blaine's annoyance, it seemed like forever until they got to Kurt's category. His husband was nervous, he could tell, and he could barely sit calmly anymore. Sometimes Kurt grimanced and tried to find a more confortable position as their daughter seemed to have a party on her own inside.
"I have to pee" Kurt whispered.
Blaine had to press his lips together to not laugh.
"Right now?" he asked.
"Very funny, Blaine" Kurt rolled his eyes. "It's not your bladder she's dancing on."
"Look, it's your time" Blaine said excitedly when they got to categorie of the best actor.
Kurt seemed to forget about his problem as soon as he heard the names of the nominees. He knew that he wouldn't win, of course, he had seen the other plays and the other actors were a lot better than him. No wonder, though, they were a lot older and had more experience. But a few more years and he would get his own Tony.
"And the winner is... for his breathtaking acting in Over the Sea..."
Kurt's eyes widened. Could it possibly mean that...
"Kurt Hummel-Anderson!"
"I told you!" Blaine shouted over the loud sounds around them.
"But... I..."
"Come on, honey."
Blaine helped Kurt get to his feet but then stepped back to let his husband take the attention all alone. It was his success after all. Kurt had worked so hard for this, he truly deserved it.
Kurt didn't really know how he ended up in front of the microphone. He felt like he was in a dream but at the same time, he was so nervous, he was scared that he would faint. Everyone was watching him, so he did what he always did when he was scared: he looked at Blaine. His husband was watching him from the third row, smiling at him reassuringly. Kurt kept his eyes on Blaine as he pulled out his note and began his speech.
"My manager warned me to keep this short, so that's what I'm gonna do" he started and waited until the sounds of people snickering around him died. "I feel like I'm dreaming. Ever since I put up my mother's high heels and danced through our living room the first time, I've been waiting for this moment. There are so many amazing actors here today who all deserve to be in my place and I want to thank you for choosing me. It's been a long and rocky road but I believe I can be here right now because you saw in my acting what I truly feel when I'm on the stage, my undying passion for the theater."
Kurt paused for a second and looked at Blaine again.
"I wouldn't be here without some very important people in my life and I want to thank them for their support" Kurt said. "Berry Clarkson, our stage director, and the whole cast, who always make me smile during the rehearsals. My father, Burt Hummel, who taught me that everything is possible. My best friends, Rachel, Santana and Sebastian, who were there for me in the hardest moments of my life."
Kurt took a deep breath. He reached the most important part.
"And the two most important people in my life, my loving husband, Blaine, and our beautiful son, Noel. My biggest supporters, the most amazing men of the whole universe. I'm so lucky to have you in my life" Kurt said.
Once he finished his speech, he stayed on the stage until the cheering died and then walked back straight into Blaine's arms. He pulled his husband into a hug and sighed happily.
"You were amazing" Blaine said and pulled him into a kiss.
Kurt couldn't be happier. Even if his life hadn't always been easy, it was certainly perfect now.
~ o ~
Tina pressed her lips together in anger as she watched Kurt and Blaine on the screen. Kurt had just gotten down from the stage, after a trashy speech that almost made her throw up and now he was in Blaine's arms, kissing him. It was so not fair. She was supposed to be there, hugging Blaine, kissing him. She should have been the one wearing a fancy dress and having all the attention. But she was dressed in cheap orange clothes, her hair was too long and messy, her nails ruined and her skin dirty from all the work they had made her do during the day.
She stood up from beside the mop bucket and walked closer to the TV. They were still showing that stupid gold-digger and Blaine still had his arms around him. She growled in anger and kicked the wall to get out her frustration somehow.
"Oh, look!" one prisoner said.
"They are so cute" the other sighed.
It just made her angrier then before.
"I should have killed you" she hissed. "I should have killed you both. But it's not over, just wait. Once I get out of here, I will find you and kill you both, and your freaking kids, too..."
"Cohen-Chang!" one of the guards shouted as she turned around. "Shut up. We're watching the Tony Awards."
"Do you think I care?" Tina shouted. "He doesn't deserve it! He doesn't deserve anything he has."
"Oh, look, girls" one prisoner laughed. "Princess Tina is angry because she couldn't have the prince."
"Shut up!" Tina hissed.
"If you are done here, there's some more cleaning up waiting for you in the kitchen" the guard said.
"What? But..."
"Hurry" the guard said and led Tina out of the room, much to the others' delight.
"You can't treat me like this! I'm Tina Cohen-Chang, manager of..."
A dirty cloth was pushed into her hand and Tina fell silent as she looked down at it. There was no way she would keep this disgusting thing in her hand.
"Wash up" the guard said.
"Bu-but with my bare hands?" Tina asked with wide eyes.
"Yes, princess" the guard rolled her eyes and left Tina with her work.
She sighed and went down to her knees.
"It's so not fair" she cried as she started cleaning up in the kitchen.
She hated what her life had become but what could she do? She could blame Kurt and Blaine all she wanted but it didn't change the fact: she had done this to herself all alone.