The rest of the wedding passed in a blur for Kurt. Blaine seemed to somehow be able to tuck aside the fact that he had just been approached by one of the biggest producers in musical theatre and just enjoy the wedding, but Kurt couldn't stop thinking about it. Heather James had approached his boyfriend to ask him to audition for one of her plays. The Heather James. At some point, he shot a text off to Rachel, hoping she would understand the overwhelming sea of emotions Kurt was currently experiencing, but her only reply had been an almost endless stream of exclamation points. Which was probably as articulate as Kurt could be about his feelings, too, if someone had asked him.

Fortunately, nobody was asking him. Blaine kept shooting him concerned looks now and then, but he wasn't pressing. It gave Kurt time to try to sort through what he was feeling. There was pride, of course, and awe, but buried deeper were darker feelings, like jealousy and resentment, feelings Kurt knew he had to try to suppress. He needed to be a supportive boyfriend when he got home later. He needed to be able to play the happy, excited boyfriend thrilled for Blaine's opportunity, not the jealous Broadway hopeful resenting how lucky Blaine had just gotten.

By the time they said their goodbyes and grabbed a cab back to Blaine's apartment, Kurt thought he had done a pretty good job of tamping down the jealousy. "So that was an unexpected turn of events before," he commented as the cab drove them across the city.

"Hm?" Blaine lifted his head from where it had been resting on Kurt's shoulder. "Oh. Yeah, that was pretty wild. Never saw that coming."

Kurt smiled encouragingly. "I told you you would be fantastic."

"You were right. Just like always," Blaine said, his smile interrupted by a huge yawn. He settled back against Kurt's shoulder.

"So what do you think you're going to do?" Kurt prompted when Blaine didn't offer more.

"Do?" Blaine repeated. "Oh, about the audition? Obviously I'm going to go."

"Of course. I meant about finding an agent and all that."

Blaine made a non-committal humming noise.

"I can ask Rachel. She had one for a while when she was auditioning for Funny Girl. She'd know how to go about it."

"Sounds good," Blaine mumbled sleepily.

"If she can't help, I know a few of my NYADA classmates have ended up with some success. I could probably send them a facebook message. Or you know, Mercedes might have some contacts through her record company or something."

"Wes's family probably has some contacts. His dad knows everyone."

"Well, obviously, since he apparently knows Heather James. That's good, then. I think we'll be able to find someone."

Blaine made another humming noise.

"Where's Heather's card? You should probably call her tomorrow. Make sure she knows you're serious."

"Tomorrow's Sunday," Blaine grumbled.

"Phones still work on Sunday, Blaine. You don't want her thinking you don't want it."

Blaine lifted his head again. "She's the one who wants me."

"That doesn't mean you don't have to make any effort, Blaine. You never know when she'll find someone else."

Blaine sighed and let his head thunk back against the seat. "She said they've been auditioning people for weeks. I don't think she's going to happen to stumble on someone else in the next 24 hours."

"You never know. The theatre world is unpredictable," Kurt replied. "We don't want to let this go too long."

Blaine didn't reply, just shifted so he was curled against the seat more and let his eyes slide closed.

"We should also figure out what you're going to audition with," Kurt continued. "You'll probably need a monologue or something, and a killer song. I'm thinking…"

Blaine opened his eyes. "Kurt, I love you, but can we have this discussion tomorrow? I'm exhausted."

"Right, right. Of course. Sure. Tomorrow."

Blaine's mouth quirked into a sleepy smile. He blinked heavily a few times, clearly fighting sleep. "I think I'm also going to need to postpone the gratitude bestowment I promised earlier."

"Oh. That's okay," Kurt replied. He hadn't even remembered Blaine had promised that until just now, and he probably wouldn't have enjoyed it at the moment anyway. He was too caught up in trying to channel all his energy into helping his boyfriend succeed in his career.

"Thanks," Blaine mumbled, his eyes sliding closed again.

When the cab pulled up in front of Blaine's building, Kurt helped Blaine out and wrapped an arm around him to support him into the building. In the apartment, he pulled Blaine's jacket off his shoulders and hung it, then pulled the curtains on Blaine's bedroom windows while Blaine got ready for bed. Blaine was asleep within a minute of his head hitting the pillow, so Kurt pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before grabbing his laptop and heading into the living room. He had some research to do.