Blaine woke up at his usual time the next morning, feeling well rested and cheerful. Kurt was sound asleep next to him, so Blaine got out of bed carefully to avoid disturbing him. He grabbed his jogging clothes and dressed quickly, then let himself out of the house to go for a run. On his way home, he stopped and picked up bagels and coffee like he often did on Sundays, then ducked into a nearby bakery that Kurt had recently found where "the cheesecake had to be laced with drugs, it was so addictive," according to Kurt. It was a pretty insignificant gesture of gratitude after everything Kurt had done to get him ready for yesterday, but Blaine had to start somewhere. Maybe if he was lucky, by the time he finished showering, Kurt might be awake, and Blaine could get to work on the gratitude he'd promised yesterday.

Back in his apartment, Blaine slid the cheesecake into the fridge. He started to carry his bagel and coffee to the table, but stopped abruptly when he saw it was covered in papers. He set the bagel and the coffee on the counter instead and walked over to check out the table. It looked like Kurt had been busy. There were a few stacks of sheet music, one labeled with a sticky note that said, "Definites," another that said, "Maybes," and third that said, "Bold and daring but risky." There was another sheet of paper in which Kurt had scribbled down some names, email addresses, and phone numbers under the heading "Agents." A note along the bottom was addressed to Blaine and simply told him to check his email. Curious, Blaine grabbed his bagel and coffee and headed for the living room, where his laptop was sitting on the coffee table next to Kurt's. He logged into his email and found a message from Kurt with suggestions of several monologues, as well as links to a few forum posts with advice on auditioning for off-Broadway productions.

"That was fast," Blaine murmured to himself as he took a bite of his bagel. He started clicking on the links Kurt had sent, looking through the monologues.

When Kurt woke up a few hours later, Blaine was still on the couch, scrolling through monologues.

"You were busy last night," Blaine called as he heard Kurt's footsteps coming from the bathroom. "There's a bagel and a coffee in the kitchen for you."

Kurt appeared and curled up next to him on the couch a minute later. "What do you think?"

"I think you're amazing," Blaine replied, setting down his laptop and giving Kurt a smile.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I mean about the monologues. Do any of them strike you?"

Blaine shrugged. "I think it will help if I know what exactly I'm auditioning for first. Ms. James didn't really give me much to go on."

Kurt nodded. "Good point. Even more reason to call her today. You need to start preparing. It sounds like she wants to audition you soon." He took a sip of his coffee. "Did you have a chance to look at the sheet music? I don't think we need to know exactly what kind of role it is to pick a good song. I think our goal should be to highlight both how amazing your voice is and how emotive you are as a performer. I think the songs in the 'definite' pile would be perfectly in your range, but I figured you should look them over to see if you can emotionally connect with any of them. Why don't you go grab them and we can look through?"

Blaine frowned slightly. He understood this was an incredible opportunity, but this was not exactly how he had envisioned his day going. "Do we have to do that right now?"

Kurt looked up from his laptop, which he had pulled toward him. "Why not now?"

"Well, I need to shower, and…"

"Okay, go shower first, and then we can work on what you're going to say to Heather James when you call her," Kurt interrupted, turning back to his laptop.

Blaine sighed and headed for the shower. It looked like his plans of spending the day in bed with Kurt was going to be indefinitely postponed.