Chapter 4: Where My Heart Belongs
Get ready girls and boys because The Warblers are officially on tour! The tour, appropriately called Where It All Began, kicks off tomorrow in The Warblers' place of birth, Columbus, OH. Don't bother trying to get tickets. The show has been sold out for months and unless you have some kind of voodoo magic, there is no way to get into that concert. I was fortunate enough to grab a phone interview with The Warblers' manager Eric earlier in the week and he could not contain his excitement and pride. "This is a huge tour for the guys. I've never seen them work as hard as they have the past few months," he tells me. "Everything you see during the show, the lighting, the choreography, any special effects, was entirely planned by them. They've really grown since their last tour and anyone who has the opportunity to attend one of the shows will see just how truly brilliant these men are."
Trust me, Eric, we believe you. As a fan myself, I am floored by the level of maturity of The Warblers' newest album, My Kind of Love Song. While their debut album, Once a Warbler, Always a Warbler, was nothing but cute, albeit cheesy pop songs, and their sophomore album, Secret Place, consisted of soulful melodies, My Kind of Love Song is a wonderful mixture of both. The songs are a perfect combination of pop and RB and the lyrics are moving and deep. There are a few that are a bit rock and roll with insanely good guitar riffs, but for the most part, this album makes me want to get up and dance. Let's not forget about their vocal maturity either. Their voices have never sounded better and their harmonies are to die for. The Warblers have once again proven that they are the real deal and I certainly cannot wait to see them tear up that stage.
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The Warblers left for the tour on Wednesday as soon as their interview with Mario Lopez was over. Any anxiety Blaine felt shifted over to excitement as they drove out of LA. Performing had always been Blaine's dream. The others originally had college plans, only taking a chance with the music industry because they wanted to support Blaine. But Blaine had no plans to further his education once he graduated high school. Even as a small child, all he wanted to do was perform and inspire others to follow their own dreams, no matter how unlikely that dream was. And as they drove to their first show, nothing else mattered to Blaine but their music and the fans.
The drive to Ohio was nothing short of entertaining. Well, it was entertaining for the guys, not so much for Charles who kept threatening to turn the bus around if they didn't start behaving. They may be grown men, but that didn't stop them from acting like teenage boys. Especially David and Jeff who had entirely too much fun watching the vein in Charles' neck pulse anytime he scolded them. Even their bodyguard Tony joined in on their shenanigans a few times. They knew that Charles wouldn't actually turn the bus around so they screwed around with him until he sent them the look that was usually reserved for his grandchildren, efficiently shutting both men up. Wes was the only one to see the satisfied grin on Charles' face when David and Jeff finally left him alone and all Wes could do was laugh. Three straight months on the road with Charles was going to be hilarious.
It took them roughly three days to make it to Ohio, crossing the state line around two in the morning on Saturday. Blaine had taken a nap in the afternoon, waking up at midnight completely wired. He sat in what was considered the dining room, tapping away on the table as he watched the world go by through the window. When he first woke up, he thought the reason he was so alert was because of how long he'd slept. But as they got closer and closer to Ohio, he realized it was because of an entirely different reason.
"How much longer till we're in Columbus?" Blaine asked Charles for the third time.
"About ten minutes. Now quit asking me," Charles grumbled, though his tone was friendly.
Blaine smiled eagerly to himself, only turning away from the window when he heard the door behind him open. "Hey, what are you guys doing up?"
Wes and David shuffled in on one side of the booth while Jeff and Nick slid into the other. "We wanted to be awake for this too," Wes said gently through a yawn. Blaine smiled at his friends and turned his attention back out the window.
They were silent for the next few minutes, the reality of who they now were and how they got there setting in. So much had happened in the six years of their career and it was moments like this that it really hit them. They all knew Blaine was meant for stardom but not once had the others believed they were too. As they drove past Goodale Park and thought back on the day Eric discovered them, they knew they wouldn't change a thing.
"Charlie, pull over!" Jeff shouted excitedly.
"What? Why?" Charles asked out of genuine curiosity.
"Because this is where we were discovered!" Jeff said, quickly walking over to him. "Seriously, man. Pull over. Radio the others to keep going but you have to pull over!"
Charlie glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing the eager, pleading faces of the others before nodding. "Alright, alright."
"YES!" Jeff shouted, running to the back of the bus to grab two guitars. "Nicky get the camera!"
Nick grabbed the camera and slipped his shoes on, waiting excitedly for Charles to park the bus. The other buses continued driving and Eric's SUV pulled up behind Charles. He didn't need to ask to know what was going on. If anything, he was disappointed that he didn't think of it himself. He followed the guys through the empty park, recalling his own memories of that day. He and The Warblers had certainly come far. Blaine led them to the spot the guys found him so many years before, closing his eyes and breathing in the moment.
"Well look who it is."
Blaine turned around at the sound of David's voice, completely stunned
when he saw his best friends. "What are you guys doing here?" he breathed.
"Looking for you," David said as he pulled Blaine in for a hug. "We've been searching for you for days, man. We were starting to get scared."
"How'd you find me?" Blaine wondered. "How did you even know I was here?"
"We went to your house and your dad said you were gone," Wes said worriedly. "We asked him where but he wouldn't tell us anything."
"Yeah we had to wait until your parents were gone to ask Ms. Jan and she filled us in," Jeff added.
"Why didn't you call us, Blaine?" Nick asked sadly. "We could've helped you out."
Blaine shrugged slightly as he hugged the rest of the guys. "I didn't want to be a burden. Besides, I wanted to prove to them, to him, that I could do this. I'm going to prove it to him."
Nick raised a brow. "By singing in the park for money?" he asked with a smirk.
"Gotta start somewhere right?" Blaine sighed, running his hands through his hair.
The others looked at each other, giving Wes a slight nod before turning back to Blaine. Wes smiled. "Well then, why don't we sing with you for a little while and then we'll go talk?"
Blaine smiled appreciatively and nodded. "Thanks, guys."
"Blaine," Jeff's voice broke through his reverie, turning to face him and seeing the guys set up with his and Nick's guitars and David's bongos. "You ready?"
Blaine nodded with a bright smile. "Yeah." He grabbed his guitar, strumming a few strings before glancing at Eric and nodding to press record. "Ok so, this is Where It All Began tour log number...32?" he asked glancing at Wes.
"32? I thought this was 33?" Wes asked bemused.
Blaine shook his head. "No, we had to delete the last one because Jeff was being whiny about it," he teased.
"I wasn't being whiny," Jeff instantly defended. "I just didn't like the way my hair looked, ok?"
Wes rolled his eyes and laughed. "Whatever. Yes, Blaine. 32."
Blaine turned back to the camera. "Right, log 32. Now, you may be asking yourself, why are The Warblers in a park in the middle of the night? Well the reason for that, our darling fans, is because we've just arrived in Columbus and we are now standing in the very spot where we were discovered by the very man who is holding the camera," Eric chuckled and zoomed in a bit. "And since this is where it all began, we're going to sing a little, just for memories sake."
"You may or may not know this song but it was what we sang here so many years ago," Nick smiled.
"And what better way to commemorate such an important event in our lives than by singing the song that discovered us?" Jeff questioned, winking at the camera before Blaine and Nick started strumming their guitars.
Eric walked over to a nearby bench and stood on it to get a better angle for the video, Tony standing in the background and keeping an eye on things while Charlie leaned against the bus to watch the guys sing.
Blaine:
Baby set me free from this misery
I can't take it no more
Since you went away nothing's been the same
Don't know what I'm living for
Here I am so alone
And there's nothing in this world I can do
Warblers:
Until you're back here baby
Miss you want you need you so
Until you're back here baby yeah
There's a feeling inside I want you to know
You are the one and I can't let you go
David:
So I told you lies even made you cry
Baby I was so wrong
Girl I promise you now my love is true
This is where my heart belongs
Cause here I am so alone
And there's nothing in this world I can do
Warblers:
Until you're back here baby
Miss you want you need you so
Until you're back here baby yeah
There's a feeling inside I want you to know
You are the one and I can't let you go
Wes and David:
And I wonder
Jeff:
Are you thinking of me cause I'm thinking of you
Wes and David:
And I wonder
Nick:
Are you ever coming back in my life?
Warblers:
Cause here I am so alone
And there's nothing in this world I can do
Eric stepped off the bench and walked closer to The Warblers as they finished the song. The first time he'd seen them perform it, they were young boys, having just graduated high school a few weeks prior. Now they were grown men with a sold out world tour and three bestselling albums under their belt. He couldn't be prouder.
"That was great guys," Eric commented as he shut the camera off. "This log will definitely go into the DVD. The fans will love it."
"Man, by the time this is over we're going to have over a thousand videos to edit," David laughed as he took a picture of himself and Wes with his phone.
"We should probably start editing them soon, just to keep them in order," Wes suggested.
David nodded. "Word."
"Can we go now?" Charles shouted from the bus. "I wanna go to sleep!"
The guys laughed and started heading back to the bus, with the exception of Blaine who continued to walk the path, stopping underneath a tree as more memories flooded his mind.
(Be a man)
We must be swift as
the Coursing river
(Be a man)
With all the force
of a great typhoon
(Be a man)
With all the strength
of a raging fire
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moon
Blaine bowed as the little boy whose eyes shone brighter than the stars clapped for him, a small laugh escaping his lips. The boy's enthusiasm was infectious.
"That was amazing," the little boy gushed. "When you become a huge star, I'm going to be your biggest fan. I promise!"
Blaine smiled adoringly at the little boy and for the first time in weeks, he felt truly happy.
"Blaine, let's go!" Eric shouted out for him. Blaine took a quick picture of where he stood and ran back to the bus, a new sort of ease setting in.
Kurt awoke early Saturday morning, slowly opening his eyes but didn't move. He could feel the itching on his wrist, the telltale sign of his soulmate's name forever etched on his skin and still, he didn't move. Instead he tried focusing on the fact that he would be meeting The Warblers in a matter of hours. The men that had taught him so many things about himself, helped him become strong and confident, would be within touching distance of him but at that moment, he couldn't care less.
He tried to care, to get excited for the day ahead. He tried to focus on the fact that David would most likely say some hilariously inappropriate joke when they met and Wes would more than likely scold him for it. Or how Santana was probably going to flail when she saw Jeff and Nick. Or the way Blaine's breathtakingly beautiful eyes were going to make him swoon. But he couldn't. All he could focus on was the incessant itching on his wrist, his soulmate's name taunting him. After a few moments of trying to ignore it, Kurt finally decided to take a look. At least this way, he could get it over with and finally get excited for the best concert of his life.
Kurt closed his eyes, praying to whoever held the magic over soulmates that it wasn't someone he hated, and brought his wrist up to his face. He breathed deeply, cautiously opening his eyes, only to shut them immediately. No. It can't be. It has to be a mistake. He tried to stay calm, slowly inhaling and exhaling in an attempt to stop his heart from beating out of his chest. He opened his eyes once more, begging his tired and obviously overworked mind from playing tricks on him because there was just no way in hell the name on his wrist was real. But there it was, in perfectly scripted letters identical to the man's signature:
Blaine D. Anderson
Kurt shot up in his bed, panic suddenly coursing through him, and screamed. "DAD!" he shouted, his eyes darting back and forth between his wrist and the poster of Blaine on his wall. "DAD!" Burt rushed into Kurt's room, finding his son frantically shaking his head. "Tell me it's not real! Tell me I'm seeing things!" he begged, his eyes closed, his arm outstretched to his dad.
Burt took hold of Kurt's hand and froze. He certainly didn't see this coming. "Uh..."
Kurt's eyes shot open. "What do you mean, uh?!" he asked, snatching his arm away. "It's not real! It can't be real!" Kurt jumped out of bed and ran to his bathroom. He turned the sink on, squirting a large amount of soup on his wrist before roughly scrubbing. "It's not real. It's not real," he mumbled, his breathing labored.
Burt walked over to him, his own head spinning from what it all meant. "Son, you need to calm down," he said as evenly as he could manage.
"I'll calm down when this washes off," Kurt muttered, scrubbing with desperation as Blaine's name refused to leave his skin. In fact, the more he scrubbed, the more prominent the name appeared to be.
Burt grabbed hold of Kurt's hands, forcing his son to stop scrubbing. He let the water run over Kurt's hands, washing away the soap before grabbing the towel on the rack. He turned Kurt's body so he was facing him and dried off his shaking hands.
"It's not real. It can't be real," Kurt whispered, his voice trembling.
"Kurt-"
"No," Kurt interrupted, finally looking away from his wrist and staring into his father's eyes. "It can't be real. This is a mistake. It's my fault and now I've screwed everything up!"
"How is this your fault?" Burt asked seriously.
Kurt gulped. "Because last night, before I fell asleep, I wished that Blaine was my soulmate and now..." he trailed off, unable to say the words. Unable to believe them.
Burt shook his head. "It doesn't work like that son," he said gently.
"How do you know?" Kurt shouted, his whole body shaking. "The first soulmates happened because they wished it. How do you know that I didn't wish it so hard that it came true?!"
"Because it doesn't work like that Kurt," Burt repeated firmly, looking squarely into Kurt's eyes. "You need to listen to me, son. In order for you to have wished Blaine as your soulmate means that his soulmate's name would have to be changed and that doesn't happen. Besides, if it did work like that then my soulmate would've been Valerie Bertinelli, not your mom."
"But...this has to be a mistake, right?" Kurt asked, his heart racing a mile a minute. "Or it's a different Blaine Anderson, right? It's not that Blaine, it can't be."
Burt shrugged apologetically. "I mean, I guess it could be a different Blaine, but I highly doubt it Kurt."
Kurt gripped his chest with one hand, the other holding onto his father to keep him from falling to the floor. "What am I going to do?" he asked just above a whisper.
"You're going to tell him," Burt said with authority so Kurt knew that he had no choice in the matter. "You will introduce yourself to him and you will carry yourself with class and dignity. Do not scream or act like some crazed fan."
Kurt started to nod but frantically shook his head instead. "I don't know if I can do that," he squeaked. "I-I don't i-if I can..." Kurt closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing.
"You can," Burt assured him. "You are a Hummel and us Hummel men can do anything we put our minds to. Just go in there with confidence and you'll be fine. Alright?" Kurt nodded slowly, though the absolute last thing he felt was confident. "Ok then. I'm going to go talk to Carole and we're going to get your birthday breakfast started. You gonna be ok?" Again Kurt nodded but said nothing. Burt pulled him into a tight hug. "I love you son. Happy Birthday."
"Thanks," Kurt whispered shakily as they parted. Burt offered him an encouraging smile before walking out of the room.
Burt heard Kurt scream just moments after he shut the door. He scratched his head, his own panic setting in. His son's soulmate was a rockstar! And not just any rockstar, but one of the biggest rockstars around. There was no way the media wasn't going to get wind of this. What the hell were they going to do?
"Burt?" Carole's voice caught his attention. "What's wrong?" she asked worriedly.
Burt gulped. "Blaine Anderson," he whispered.
"I'm sorry?"
"His soulmate, Carole. Blaine D. Anderson," Burt said, his eyes wide. Carole gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my God."
Finn watched from his bedroom door as Burt and his mom talked in whispers. He had barely slept that night, too worried about what would happen with Kurt. And watching their parents have a freak out of their own made him a thousand times more worried. Man I hope it's not Karofsky. Finn waited until Burt and his mom walked downstairs before scurrying to Kurt's room. He knocked cautiously and opened the door to find Kurt pacing.
"Dude, you ok?" he asked as he walked into the room. Kurt looked at him with wide, frantic eyes before screaming again. Finn winced. "Is it that bad?"
Kurt walked over to him, fisting his shirt with his right hand, his left hand hidden behind him. "Bro Code, Finn. Say the Bro Code," he demanded.
Finn gulped nervously. "I, Finn Hudson, brother of Kurt Hummel, promise to keep my mouth shut about what I'm about to be told or I will feel the wrath of Santana Lopez," he recited, already dreading what the fiery Latina would do to him if he spilled the beans of Kurt's soulmate. Kurt took a shaky breath and revealed his wrist. Finn stared for a moment, his eyes shifting over to the poster before looking back at Kurt. "What's Blaine's middle name?"
"Devon," Kurt answered before screaming again only this time, Finn screamed with him.
"Dude! This is so freaking cool! My future bro-in-law is a rockstar!" Finn shouted excitedly. Kurt shook his head, muttering to himself that it wasn't real. "Why aren't you excited about this? This is like, the best thing that has ever happened to you!" Kurt could only stare at Finn. "Oh wait, you're probably in shock still," he nodded. "Ok, I'm gonna leave you alone to like, deal with this and I'm going to look Blaine up. I gotta know more about him!"
Finn ran out of the room and all Kurt could do was scream again. This could not be happening.
Burt and Carole glanced at each other as Kurt's screams traveled downstairs. They got the feeling that they would have to get used to the screaming for a little while.
Kurt ate his traditional birthday breakfast in silence, his family watching him cautiously as if he would erupt at any given moment. As soon as he was done, he ran upstairs to his room and grabbed his laptop. He didn't bother to check his phone or his Twitter and went straight to Google to search for answers. After an hour of reading and rereading, Kurt learned that his father was right. The chance of there being another Blaine D. Anderson in the world was highly unlikely. The hospitals had a delicate system when it came to naming children so that mistakes with soulmates were never made. And no amount of wishing could change destiny. Blaine Anderson is his soulmate, whether he wanted to believe it or not.
He finally grabbed his phone, ignoring the Twitter notifications and texts and went straight to his contacts to call Santana.
"Yo, Hummel. I just woke-"
"Get your ass over here now!" Kurt shouted frantically.
"Damn, don't be yelling at me," Santana griped. "I just woke up. Don't be rushing me," she snapped though she was already getting out of bed.
"Santana, I needed you over here like, an hour ago," Kurt said, his voice full of panic. "I need you, now!"
Santana was quiet for a moment, sensing Kurt's urgency. "I'm on my way. I'll be there in fifteen."
Kurt hung up and went to toss his phone aside but stopped. His lip quivered as he clicked on his Twitter app. He had a few mentions wishing him a happy birthday but all he could think about was the tweet from Blaine. He hadn't read it yet but he knew it was from sometime last night. With shaky hands, Kurt went to Blaine's profile, his eyes tearing up when he saw the tweet.
WarblerBlaine: To the little boy who helped me out at this very spot so many years ago, thank you for being my good luck charm.
Attached to the tweet was a picture of Goodale Park, the exact spot where he and Blaine met the first time. Kurt started to cry. Not only had Blaine remembered him, had been thinking of him last night while his name etched itself onto Kurt's skin, but he called Kurt his good luck charm. He hasn't been anyone's good luck charm in over nine years. Could this really be happening? Was Blaine Anderson really his soulmate? Kurt couldn't believe it. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Blaine freaking Anderson, the most beautiful, most soulful man in the world was meant to be his. And until he knew for sure, until he saw his own name etched on Blaine's skin, he wouldn't believe it.
Santana made it to the Hummel's in record time, barely turning off the engine before jumping out the car. She knocked on the front door frantically. Kurt's phone call left her on edge and she was terrified for her best friend.
Burt opened the door and ushered Santana in, a wary smile in place. "Good morning, Tana," he greeted, kissing her cheek.
"Morning, Papa H.," Santana replied, her eyes frantically searching for Kurt.
"He's in his room. Has been all morning," Burt informed her. "Is it that bad?" she asked panicking.
Burt sighed. "Go see for yourself."
Santana ran upstairs, not bothering to knock before running into Kurt's room. Kurt looked up from his laptop, moving it to the side and jumping out of bed, running straight into Santana's arms.
"Shh, it's ok," she cooed as he panicked in her arms. "It's ok baby. Everything's going to be fine."
Kurt shook his head. "This isn't happening. It can't be happening."
Santana pulled back, cupping Kurt's face. "Breathe, Kurt. You gotta breathe," Kurt took deep breaths, desperately trying to calm down. "You wanna tell me who it is?"
Kurt shook his head again, handing Santana his wrist. "I just...I can't."
Santana glanced at the cuff warily, grabbing hold of Kurt's arm and bringing him over to the bed to sit. "How shocked am I gonna be here?" she asked, gingerly picking up his hand. Kurt choked out a laugh, his eyes shifting to the poster behind Santana before looking back at her. Santana looked behind her and quickly turned around, her eyes wide. "Kurt?" he said nothing, his eyes urging her to remove the cuff. Santana unclipped it and let it slid off, inhaling sharply when she saw Blaine's name. "No. Fucking. Way."
Kurt shook his head again, giving Santana his wrist. "I - I can't."
"He tweeted last night, when they arrived to Columbus," Kurt said shakily. "He was at the park, where we first met. He thanked me, called me his good luck charm," he said, grabbing his phone to show Santana the tweet. "What am I going to do? I'm totally screwed!"
"Wait, whoa," Santana held her hand up as she tried to calm her suddenly racing heart. She couldn't freak out right now. Kurt needed her to stay calm. "How exactly are you screwed?"
"Because he's Blaine fucking Anderson!" Kurt screeched. "I'm just Kurt, a nobody. A teenage virgin! What the hell would Blaine-probably-been-with- a-ton-of-sexy-ass-guys-a nd-has-a-shitload-of-experience-Anderson want with me? He's a grown ass man, Tana! I'm just some kid! What's he going to say when he finds out? He's probably expecting this amazing guy and instead he's getting me! He's going to be so disappointed!"
"Are you crazy?" Santana asked incredulously. "Blaine's going to fucking love you," Kurt opened his mouth to argue but Santana cut him off. "One, you're his soulmate, Kurt. The love of his life. He's been without you for years. He's going to be ecstatic when he finds you! And two, any guy would be lucky to be with you. You're fucking incredible!"
"No, Tana-"
"Yes, Kurt," Santana interrupted. "Listen to what I'm saying. He's not going to care how old you are or how inexperienced you are. All he's gonna care about is the fact that you are his. You know Blaine. You've internet stalked him for years and you know he's one of the most kind-hearted people around. He's not going to brush you off. If anything, he'll sweep you off your feet and make you feel like a damn prince. I mean, shit, Kurt! You're living a damn fairytale!"
Kurt shook his head fervently, his eyes closed. "This isn't happening. This can't be happening."
"Oh, it's happening," Santana said as she stood up. "You better get it through that pretty little head of yours that this is real because we have exactly two hours to get ready and go."
Kurt covered his face with his hands. "Oh God," he groaned.
"Come on, let's go," Santana grabbed Kurt's arm and forced him to stand. "Go shower. Take a hot one. Or a cold one. Or fuck it, go jerk off. Do whatever the hell you need to do to calm yourself because we need to get going."
Santana walked Kurt over to his bathroom, practically shoving him through the door. "Tana," he said, his voice breaking.
"Everything's going to be fine," she assured him. "Now go." Kurt offered her a small but grateful smile before closing the door behind him.
The moment Santana heard the shower running, she ran out of Kurt's room and straight over to Finn's. She closed the door behind her, ignoring the confused look on Finn's face, and screamed.
"I guess you found out, huh?" Finn asked with smirk.
Santana jumped on his bed, kneeling at the end. "Finn, Blaine Anderson. His soulmate is Blaine Anderson!" she squealed.
"I know!" Finn said excitedly. "I've been researching him and he's a really cool dude."
"I just can't believe it. I was scared as hell this morning and now...shit! I don't even know!" Santana laughed.
"Dude, right!" Finn laughed along. "Man, just wait until everyone finds out."
Santana's demeanor changed instantly. She stood up and towered over Finn, her finger pointed directly at his face. "Finn Hudson, I swear if you even think about telling anyone, I will grab you by the balls-"
Finn raised his hands in surrender. "Whoa, ok. Calm down. I already said the Bro Code. I'm not telling anyone," he assured her. "But people are going to find out, Santana. He's Blaine Anderson. It's going to get out eventually."
Santana narrowed her eyes and cursed, backing away from Finn. "I forgot about that. But whatever, it's fine. Everything's going to be fine."
"You trying to convince me or yourself?" Finn asked with a raised brow.
Santana sent him her signature bitch glare. "Shut up Pillsbury Dough Turd," she spat before walking out of his room.
"Thanks for stopping by," Finn grumbled after her and turned back to his laptop to continue watching Warbler videos.
Two hours later, Kurt stood in front of his full length mirror in the outfit he bought the day before. "Should I go with the leather jacket or the Jedidiah?"
"Definitely the leather jacket," Santana said, grabbing it from Kurt's closet to hand to him. She was wearing a short black strapless dress, her leather jacket, and knee high boots. She wanted Kurt to feel just as sexy and as confident as she did.
Kurt grabbed the jacket and put it on, giving himself a once over before walking over to his bed and sitting down, his arms wrapped around his stomach. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"No, no, no," Santana knelt down in front of him, her hands on his knees. "It's going to be fine, Kurt. Everything's going to be great. You'll see."
"I can't do this," Kurt shook his head, his breathing labored as he started to panic again.
"You can and you will," Santana said firmly. "Now let's go. We don't wanna be late."
Kurt gulped and nodded. "Ok, let's go."
