Though he wished it was under different circumstances, like perhaps for himself, Kurt was glad to finally have the opportunity to put some of his NYADA training to good use in preparing Blaine for his audition. On Sunday afternoon, he helped Blaine draft a set of questions for Heather James. Blaine had put her on speaker when he'd called, and Kurt had silently listened in and scribbled down notes, as well as additional questions for Blaine to ask. When they hung up, Blaine had an audition date set for the end of the week. Kurt wished they had more preparation time, but the circumstances were unusual. Heather James had seemed to understand that and had implied to Blaine that she and the others involved in the auditioning process would be pretty forgiving. "As long as you do what you did yesterday, you should have no problem," Heather had said.
Based on the information they'd gotten from Heather about the role, Kurt helped Blaine narrow down the list of monologues and songs to a few of each. Then they'd started talking about agents again. It had taken both of them far too long to remember that Blaine's brother was an actor. Blaine had called Cooper, who had talked to his agent, and by that evening, he had an appointment set up for the following day with one of Cooper's agent's contacts who represented several big-name Broadway stars and was accepting clients. Kurt sent a quick email to Isabelle asking if he could leave early the following day so he could attend the meeting with Blaine, then went back to rehearsing possible monologues and songs with Blaine.
The rest of the week passed in a whirlwind. Kurt had thought Show Choir Boot Camp had been intense, but it had been nothing compared to this week. Kurt started setting his alarm to get up at the same time as Blaine. While he ate breakfast, he listened to Blaine's monologue, offering suggestions and feedback. Over lunch, he would listen to the recording of Blaine's music rehearsal from the previous evening, listening for any flaws he had missed. When he got home, he would run through it all again with Blaine, plus practice some basic choreography, until he fell into bed, exhausted.
Friday morning, the day of the audition, Kurt got up even earlier than usual. He wanted to do something special for Blaine, since he wouldn't be able to actually go to the audition. Unfortunately, he and Blaine had been up late last night, going over everything extra times to make sure it was as perfect as it could be, so Kurt knew he would be a zombie at work today. It was all worth it, though, to see the delighted and surprised expression on Blaine's face when he woke up to find French toast, his favorite breakfast food, on the table. The grateful kiss he had bestowed on Kurt before Kurt left for work hadn't hurt, either, though it did remind Kurt briefly that Blaine had never fulfilled his promise to show him how grateful he was for Kurt's help with the wedding, which then had Kurt wondering when the last time they had had sex was.
Throughout the morning, Blaine live-texted Kurt as he got ready for the audition, which went a long way to keeping him awake. During his usual lunch break, Kurt ate a quick sandwich before calling Blaine to check in. They talked until the end of Kurt's break, which was about when Blaine had to leave for his audition anyway. "We'll celebrate later," Kurt promised as they got ready to hang up.
Blaine laughed. "Celebrate what? This is just a preliminary audition. I probably won't know anything afterwards."
"It's your first big audition, Blaine. I don't really care about the outcome. We're celebrating."
Blaine's laugh echoed through the phone. "I'm not on speaker or anything, am I?"
"No," Kurt replied.
"Could this celebration include sex?" Blaine asked, his voice still getting quieter despite the fact that he couldn't be overheard.
"Hell yes," Kurt answered quickly. "I was just thinking this morning how I can't remember the last time we… had that opportunity," Kurt finished, carefully choosing his words to make sure they weren't overheard.
"That means it's been too long," Blaine replied.
"Definitely," Kurt answered. "But for now, you need to go dazzle some people, and so do I."
Blaine laughed again. "I love you," he said, his tone soft and intimate.
"I love you too," Kurt replied. "Break a leg and all that jazz."
Blaine made a kissing noise before disconnecting. Kurt went back to his desk and tried to get some work done, but he kept incessantly checking his phone for any updates from Blaine. When the end of the workday came and he still hadn't heard from Blaine, he started to get concerned. The audition should have been over hours ago.
As Kurt walked out of the building, he tried dialing Blaine's number. It went straight to voicemail. He turned off his phone and turned it back on, just in case his phone had flaked out somehow and made him miss the text. Still nothing. Since he was approaching the subway station and would lose service soon, he decided to send a quick text. "How'd it go? Everything okay? On my way home. See you soon?" There was no response in the few minutes Kurt waited for the train, and then he lost service.
When he got out of the subway station, he had a voicemail from Blaine. He anxiously dialed his voicemail box and punched in the code to access the message. "Kurt. Kuuuuuuuuuurt. KURT. I'm on my way home now. I can't… you'll never believe… I'll see you at home. I have so much to tell you. KUURRRRT!" The message ended there, but Kurt could tell it had gone well. Blaine only repeated his name a million times like that when he was at a total loss for words, which only seemed to happen when Blaine was drunk, having sex, or really excited.
Kurt had just taken off his shoes and was heading to the bedroom to drop his bag when the apartment door burst open. Kurt barely had time to process before Blaine's arms were around him, lifting him off the ground and spinning him in a circle.
"I guess it went well?" Kurt laughed as Blaine set him back on his feet.
Blaine leaned in and gave him a loud, smacking kiss. "KURT," he drawled, then leaned in and gave him another kiss. Then he pulled back, beaming. "Kurt. I got the part." He leaned in for one more kiss before repeating, "Kurt, I got the part!"
