They woke the next morning right where they had all been sitting for the movie. Kurt and Blaine had fallen back together, their legs balled up. Sam was asleep on the floor still wearing flannel and jeans.
"So what's on the agenda today?" Kurt asked. Sam made his way back to his room to sneak a few more minutes of sleep on an actual mattress.
"Actually, nothing until about four is when I need to be getting over to the music hall to do soundcheck, then a quick VIP meet and greet, then the concert."
Blaine hopped out of bed and cracked his back. "I saw a punching bag in the gym downstairs; I was thinking of doing a quick workout to burn off some adrenaline, want to join?"
"If by join you mean watch and maybe do Pilates, then sure I'd love to."
"Okay well I'm going to go get Sam."
Once the three were ready, they headed down to the gym, which was unsurprisingly absolutely empty. Blaine found some boxing gloves on a hook on the wall and cleaned them off with sanitizer. Kurt sat on the bench and folded his legs up. Sam went over to the row machine and did a quick stretch before starting on it.
Blaine started off slow, stretching his arms with the punches. Then he started really beating it. Kurt's eyebrows raised in amazement as he watched each muscle strain every time he hit the punching bag. He figured boxing would look clumsy and weird, but Blaine almost looked like he was dancing as he hopped back and forth, ducking his head, then throwing out his arms.
Kurt snapped a few pictures of Blaine in his tank top and sweatshorts. He pulled up twitter.
KurtHummel: BlaineAnderson is getting ready for the concert tonight. *Insert Eye of the Tiger.*
*Attached Photo*
Sam was on the other side of the room. He had taken his shirt off to wrap around his neck as he did pushups. Kurt took a quick picture and opened a message to Mercedes.
Kurt: I get to watch mine so it's only fair you get to watch yours too.
*Attached Photo*
Mercedes: Good looking out, Boo. Now get your eyes off him, you can't have a rockstar and an underwear model. Lol you know I'm playing.
Kurt laughed and closed out. Blaine turned and looked at Kurt holding his phone.
"How are Pilates coming along?"
"If I did Pilates, you wouldn't be able to focus on the punching bag."
"Try me." He turned back and worked on his hooks. His forehead dripping sweat and his hair curling around his face.
Kurt shrugged and turned on some music. He started with a few ballet warmups to stretch then did plies. He ended the set by stretching over forward and Blaine caught it out of the side of his eye. He only let himself stare for a moment before going back to hitting and practicing blocks.
Kurt kneeled on the ground and did kicks. He paused to take a break and sat with his hands and knees on the ground, Blaine turned and watched as Kurt obliviously stuck his ass in the air to stretch again.
"Okay fine, you win."
Kurt laughed and rolled onto the ground. "Told you."
After their workout, everyone got ready to get to soundcheck. Blaine and Kurt showered together to save time. Or so they convinced themselves. Blaine started humming the lyrics to Human as he washed his hair. When he realized he was singing out loud he looked at Kurt then stopped.
"Blaine, I was just kidding on Ellen. I love that you sing your songs in the shower I just really needed an excuse to tell everyone that you do it because it's adorable."
Blaine smiled and went back to singing and washing his hair. Kurt gave him a pre-show hand job, that resulted in having to re-shower in freezing cold water, since they'd been in there so long.
Sound check went well. After Blaine sang a few songs to make sure everything was working properly. He handed the mic off to Sam so he could make Darth Vader noises in it. Kurt and Blaine danced around on the huge stage as Sam's heavy breathing echoed across the empty seats.
"I saved a seat near the front if you wanted to sit in the audience, but you can stay backstage if you prefer." Blaine looked over at Sam who was doing Karate kicks centerstage. "Sam is going to sit in the audience since he's never actually seen a show."
"I think I'll stay backstage."
"Great." Blaine wiped his sweaty face onto a towel. "I better change for this VIP thing. You guys can do whatever. Roam free. The doors open at 6:30 so you just have to be off the stage by then."
"Okay. Have fun with your fans." Kurt kissed him, nipping his bottom lip lightly before walking over to where Sam was to join in on the weird karate moves at the front of the stage.
Blaine changed and as he was walking up to the room where he would meet the VIP package fans, he passed the stage door. The soft melody spilling into the hallway prompted him to stop and take a look. He peaked in and saw Kurt standing at the front of the stage singing Defying Gravity. Blaine pulled his phone out and took a quick video. He immediately posted it to Twitter, he knew Kurt would be mad, but he couldn't help himself he was talented, and people needed to hear him.
BlaineAnderson: I don't think I can follow that KurtHummel.
*Attached Video*
He closed out and made his way to the VIP room. The room burst with energy as he walked in. He smiled at all his fans and talked, took pictures with, and signed things for each of them. He even sang a few bars of TGIF with a young girl that insisted that they had a shared love of Katy Perry. After meeting all these people that were treating him like a human and not a myth only in existence on the internet, he was ready to do the show.
Blaine walked up to Kurt who was glaring at him.
"I knew you'd be mad, but you did so well I had to."
"You're lucky you're three seconds from walking onstage or I would argue with you right now. However, I'm just going to say good luck and I love you instead." He kissed him on the cheek, "Break a leg."
"What's up LA?" He said into the microphone slowly backing away from Kurt, smiling before he turned and walked onstage. Kurt laughed at the charm that so easily fell from him when he was in performance mode.
"Boy, do we have a fun night ahead of us." He started by singing a few covers to warm the crowd up and get the energy pumping.
Then he walked over to the piano and played a few of his new songs. He would look over through the curtains at Kurt every now and then and the fans caught on. Twitter was flooded with pictures of Blaine's wandering gaze and people fangirling over Klaine.
He stood at the front of the stage and the lights dimmed on him. He was drinking from a water bottle. He had taken off his top layer and was visibly sweating.
"I want to try something really different for this concert. After all, this new album was so different from my last ones. Let's start with a request, I know it's like a third eye to you, but everyone put your phones away for just one song. I promise you won't have trouble remembering it later on. Just this one song please get rid of them." He slowly stepped to the back of the stage as people put their phones away. "Let's get the lights down." He waited for the lights to go black before running behind the curtain.
"Come on." He ran up to Kurt.
"What?"
"Sing a song with me."
"Blaine I can't, it's your show."
"Kurt. Please we can do Candles by Hey Monday."
"Blaine. There's a lot of people."
"It's just me."
Kurt let Blaine lead him out on stage. He was given a mic and the audience was bustling about trying to figure out why everything was dark. The music started, and Kurt's voice rang out as a flickering spotlight lit on him.
The power lines went out
And I am all alone
I don't really care at all
Not answering my phone
The audience screamed as they realized what was happening. A second spotlight slowly brought Blaine into view as he took the next verse.
All the games you played
The promises you made
Couldn't finish what you started
Only darkness still remains
Blaine smiled at Kurt as he inched closer, slowly circling him.
Lost sight couldn't see.
They faced each other and sang together.
When it was you and me.
Blow the candles out.
Looks like a solo tonight.
I'm beginning to see the light.
The crowd went absolutely insane as Kurt and Blaine harmonized. From what Blaine could see onstage many of them were so into the performance they kept their promise of keeping their phones away. He smiled and pulled Kurt in, they slow danced as they sang, each holding a microphone making it a little awkward, but they made it seem flawless.
As they held the last note, the music hall filled with high pitched screams. Blaine dropped the note and Kurt held it until Blaine's mouth was on his. He dropped his microphone down to his side and kissed him back. The fans were jumping out of their seats. They all pulled their cameras out and took pictures of the kiss. Blaine finally pulled away.
Kurt held his microphone back up and let a stream of air out into it. He patted Blaine's back, "Good job."
"Thanks, you sang well too."
"I wasn't talking about the song." He stage winked at the crowd standing near the front. Blaine laughed into the microphone.
"So I don't know guys, was it worth it to put your cameras away for a few minutes?" Everyone screeched and Blaine and Kurt both laughed at the indistinguishable noises coming from the audience.
"Thanks for having me guys. I know you all came to see Blaine. But would it really be a Blaine Anderson concert if he didn't do something spontaneous and not entirely well thought out?" Everyone laughed.
"Kurt, it was wonderful singing with you. Now get off my stage." He gingerly pushed him toward the curtains.
"You brought me out here!" Kurt defended himself.
"Get." Blaine gave him a light smack on the ass as Kurt jogged off behind the curtain. "Isn't he the best?" Blaine's smile was light and genuine. Not the goofy acting he usually did on the stage.
"I saved this song for last, not because it will be nearly impossible to follow Kurt Hummel, but because out of all the songs on my new album." He sat at the piano bench and grinned. "Out of all of my songs ever. This is my favorite." He placed his fingers on the keys and started the rhythm to The Day That the Dance is Over.
Right as he got to the bar where the lyrics start, he abruptly stopped. "You know what. I want to tell you why it's my favorite, because chances are, I won't be able to by the end of it."
There were awes and soft sobs coming from the crowd.
He rested an arm on the top of the piano leaning toward the microphone. "I was messed up guys." He shook his head. "Maybe you liked that. I was drinking way too much. Let me tell you I honestly can't even look at a Long Island Iced Tea anymore. I was a flirt."
"You still are." Kurt shouted from backstage. Blaine broke to laugh, he looked back toward Kurt and corrected himself.
"I was a flirt toward a bunch of random people. It was who I thought I had to be to make people want to listen to my music. But you guys, this is my music and this sap leaning against a piano, looking over at that hot piece of ass I call my boyfriend, and telling you about my deep-seated emotional issues. That's who I am. I am not cool. I make puppets of my friends and have conversations with them. I dress up like a superhero I made up for Halloween like every year. Sure, I wear the leather jackets and go to bars, but all those parties, all those people, they make me feel so alone. I'm sorry if you came here to see that douchebag that I was, I hope you will all stay to see the musician that I am. Because after the parties were over all I ever had left was my music. And now." He let a tear fall. "Kurt."
No one clapped. The audience was dead silent aside from frequent sniffles and the sounds of people crying.
"Hey, don't all cry. I didn't mean to make you sad for me. I just wanted everyone to know why this song was my favorite." He sat back up and looked excitedly at the audience. "If you know it sing along, please. I want you all to get to be a part of who I am now."
The fans cheered, and Blaine started up on the piano again this time actually singing when his part came. He was laugh crying while he sang, and the crowd was clapping and singing along with him at most points. Kurt was behind the curtain taking pictures and singing along with everyone. He had put the microphone down so no one could hear him, and he could be a part of the audience too.
After the song had finished, Blaine jokingly dropped his head onto the piano. It made a crashing noise and the crowd watched as he snaked his hand up to grab the mic off the stand.
"That was great guys. You can all go home. I think I'm gonna take a nap here." They all laughed and young girls excitedly squealed at the thought of Blaine asleep. After a few more seconds he raised his head up and left the piano. He went to the front of the stage and made a point to look at every seat in the room. "I want to thank all of you so much. I am being so serious when I say I wouldn't be here without you guys. I wouldn't be on this stage. I wouldn't be where I am in my life. I wouldn't be who I am without you. You all got me here. I would do anything to make you guys happy."
"ANYTHING?" A fan called out from the left.
"Hey now." Blaine glanced over there with his eyebrows shadowing his eyes. Kurt watched as a girl actually melted back down to her seat.
"It has been wonderful, LA. I hope to see you again soon!" He blew the audience a kiss and waved as he walked back to where Kurt was. They were screaming and clapping still as he collapsed into Kurt's arms entirely drained of energy.
"Holy shit."
"That was incredible."
"Please no encore. Please no encore."
They listened to the chanting coming from the crowds. Blaine smiled as the chant was clearer. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"If they are asking for an encore they need to work on pronunciation."
"They aren't asking for an encore. They are asking for you."
"Why would they do that?"
"Go charm their pants off, I know you can." Blaine laughed, handing him his microphone.
"You're not coming with me?"
"They didn't ask for me." He smiled and rolled out of Kurt's arms to sit on an amp, a stagehand already bringing him a bottle of cold water.
Kurt slowly walked onto the stage twirling the microphone in his hand. He didn't have the easy charm of Blaine, but he knew how to get a crowd going. Especially this crowd.
"Last time I heard my name yelled that loud was…," He turned to where Blaine had walked off the stage and he had entered. "Nevermind." There were cheers and hollers.
"Well you called me out here what do you want?"
"SING. SING. SING. SING."
"What do you want me to sing?" His face was pounding red, but he pushed back his lips in an embarrassed smile.
There were random shouts muddled together and Kurt couldn't make out any of them. He looked back and forth between fans to see what it was they wanted.
"Showtunes." Blaine's voice echoed from the back, he must have shouted near a microphone. Since it was the only thing Kurt had heard clearly, he went with it.
"Okay well. I think I have something for you." He slowly backed upstage unbuttoning his blazer. He took it off and tossed it at Blaine, who caught it with his face and nearly fell off the amp. He stood up straight and took a breath.
Coming home used to feel so good.
I'm a stranger now in my neighborhood.
I've seen the world at a faster pace.
And I'm coming now from a different place.
Though I may look the same way to you
Underneath there is somebody new.
Kurt turned and ran across the stage to the piano. He easily hopped on top and slid on his knees toward the keys. He laid down and kicked his feet in the air, mimicking playing the piano.
I am not the boy next door.
I don't belong like I did before
He rolled back on his heels and stood. Kicking his leg high then gyrating.
Nothing ever seems like it used to be
You can have your dreams, but you can't have me.
Oh, I can't come back there anymore
Cause I am not the boy next door.
Kurt jumped off the piano, landing flawlessly on the stage. He continued to spin and leap around the stage, without losing his breath to sing. The crowd went wild every time he shimmied. As the song finished, he walked to the back of the stage
He thrust his arms in the air as he sang out.
I am not the boy next door
Blaine walked back on stage to grab his tie and pull him towards him, they were barely past the curtain before he was pulling Kurt, still by the tie, up against him.
"Hotel. Now. The. Things. I. Will. Do. To you." He was talking through the kiss, barely able to hold himself off long enough to get the words out.
Kurt pulled away with wide eyes and Blaine just shook his head, a silent what on his lips.
"Microphone."
They heard whistles and catcalls from the crowd.
"Shit." Blaine smacked the microphone to the ground and grabbed Kurt's hand. "Doesn't change what I said let's go."
"Sam?"
"Santana will get him."
"That works. Sex it is." Kurt hurried after him as they made their way out to the car. They had a driver for tonight, so they had plenty of time to make out in the backseat.
"Tonight was crazy."
"You made it great." Blaine kissed up Kurt's neck. "It would have just been a concert if you weren't there."
"Yeah right. No performance of yours is just a concert." Kurt laughed and slid his hand up Blaine's leg.
"As much as I really don't want to say it…let's wait until the hotel." He tightly gripped Kurt's hand, keeping it from sliding further up his leg. Kurt made a low grumbling noise then pressed his face into Blaine's, reaching his other hand up to grip his jaw.
The driver pulled right up to the hotel and two crowds of people had been split and roped off to allow Kurt and Blaine to walk safely into the building.
Blaine smiled and waved to the fans and Kurt tried to keep from blushing when he realized they probably all knew what had been going on in that car. Once inside, Blaine was pulling Kurt by the arm to the elevator.
"Geez, what's the rush?"
Blaine just stared deeply into Kurt's eyes and smiled. It left Kurt feeling a little breathless and he allowed Blaine to push him into the elevator and straight back against the wall. The second the doors closed and Blaine smashed the button to the top floor, his teeth were bared against the skin on Kurt's neck.
"Blaine" Kurt took a moment to breath, "I thought we were waiting until the room."
"No time." Blaine slid a hand down Kurt's shirt and pulled it up, untucking it. He jammed his hand into Kurt's pants and grabbed his cock. Kurt gasped.
"Blaine, we're in an elevator."
"We still have fifteen floors."
"It could stop at any moment."
"That turns you on, doesn't it?" Blaine smiled and flicked his eyes up at Kurt. Kurt didn't respond only glanced at Blaine for a moment before mashing their lips together and pushing his pelvis into Blaine's hand. Blaine smiled through the kiss and squeezed Kurt harder.
Kurt's breathing was heavy. Blaine was pushing him into the wall with his body while stroking with his hand and Kurt's face was heating up. Kurt rolled his eyes up to see what floor the elevator was on. They still had thirteen floors to go.
"Blaine, if you don't slow down. I'm not going to make it to our floor."
"Good." Blaine took a moment to breathe into Kurt's ear which did nothing to cool him off, aside from sending a shiver down his spine. Blaine's hand sped up and as his swollen lips morphed around Kurt's he used his other hand to undo Kurt's belt and pants.
He didn't pull away from the kiss, so Kurt just elicited a worried moan into Blaine's mouth. Blaine continued grinding his body into Kurt's as his hand pumped and Kurt gripped Blaine's side with one hand and the railing of the elevator with the other.
Blaine pulled away from Kurt's mouth and quickly dropped to his knees, opening his mouth as he stroked Kurt toward it.
"Blaine. What are you? Blaine, the elevator." Kurt was gasping trying not to release. They had one floor to go and he couldn't hold back. Blaine pressed Kurt's dick into his mouth and swallowed. He stood swiftly and buttoned Kurt's pants and belt in a matter of seconds.
The elevator dinged as the doors opened on their floor. An older woman glanced them up and down before shrugging and stepping into the elevator. Kurt and Blaine politely nodded then side stepped her. The doors closed and Blaine let out a big breath.
"Now that was talent. All of that in just fifteen floors. And no one suspects a thing."
Kurt grinned without teeth and leaned close to Blaine, he swiped a thumb across his lips and showed Blaine that he hadn't gotten away without a trace.
"Almost." Kurt laughed and pulled out the key card.