Chapter 6: Pocket Full of Soul
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Blaine led Kurt towards the stage, their hands firmly clasped. Kurt tried his best not to giggle like some school girl. He tried to keep his composure as Blaine ran them through the halls backstage. But when Blaine took a sharp turn, avoiding the small group of arena workers, Kurt couldn't control the high pitched laughter that escaped his lips. And Blaine adored that laugh. He wanted to hear it as much as he possibly could before they inevitably parted ways. So he sped up, taking unnecessary turns and prolonging the short distance to the stage just so that he could keep Kurt laughing. When the stage finally came into view, Santana standing off to the side and swaying along to the beat of the music, Blaine pulled Kurt into a corner and hid behind the rack of outfits they would change into during the concert.
"Why do I get the feeling that you took the long way around?" Kurt asked breathlessly, his arms wrapping around Blaine's neck as Blaine held him close.
Blaine chuckled, leaning in for a chaste kiss. "Because I did," he answered with a cheeky grin. "I had to make sure that no one was following us," he whispered conspiringly. Kurt laughed and shook his head, Blaine smiling adoringly at him. The rack of clothes was suddenly moved, revealing an amused Santana and an annoyed Eric.
"Told ya they'd be makin' out in a corner," Santana all but purred.
Kurt bit his lip and looked away in embarrassment while Blaine gave Eric his most charming smile. "I was just showing him around." Eric sent Blaine an unconvinced glare, moving his body to the side and pointing to the stage. "Sound check. Right," he said and hurried off, turning around to wink at Kurt before grabbing his guitar and getting on stage.
Eric closed his eyes and sighed. Blaine was going to make things difficult. He could feel it. He turned to look at Kurt. "We need to talk," he said, his tone all business. "Now, obviously things are going to be complicated with Blaine on tour and you still in school, but I need you to truly understand the gravity of this situation."
"Relax, Daddy Warbler," Santana drawled with an eye roll. "We totes got this."
"Do you?" Eric questioned her, crossing his arms. "Do you totes got this? Because I don't think you do," Santana scowled at him, only keeping her mouth shut because of the grip Kurt had on her arm. "Did you know that when the media first found out about David's soulmate they stalked her home until she was forced to move? Or how about Wes' soulmate? Did you know that an overzealous fan actually tried to kidnap her because they refused to accept that she was his?" Santana shrank back and Eric continued. "No, of course not because I made sure that information was never leaked. Trust me when I tell you that keeping things this big under wraps is not an easy task. I need you both to realize just how high profile this is. This is way more complicated than promising not to tell. We need to make sure that this stays under the radar for as long as possible, and not for Blaine's sake, but for your safety, Kurt. Blaine tends to be impulsive and I'm going to have a hard enough time keeping him in check. I can't be worrying about if you're going to accidently say or do something that sets the media off."
Kurt nodded fervently. "We understand."
"I hope so," Eric said with a firm nod. "Did one of you drive here or did you get dropped off?"
"I drove," Santana answered.
"Alright. Once the show is over, Kurt, you will be taken to the tour bus and Santana, you can go ahead and leave-"
"But I'm going to his house anyway," Santana cut in. "Can't I ride on the bus with the guys and have one of your people drive my car?"
"Tana," Kurt whispered harshly.
Eric narrowed his eyes on her for only a moment before nodding. "Yeah, alright," he sighed and looked back at Kurt. "I'm going to need to speak with your parents. Is that going to be a problem?" he asked.
"No, that'll be fine," Kurt told him. "It's perfect actually. My dad told me before we left that he wanted to talk to you."
"Great. He and I have quite a bit to discuss," Eric said. "Who else knows?"
"Just us and my family," Kurt replied. "My dad, stepmom, and stepbrother."
"Let's keep it that way, shall we?" Eric eyed them sternly and they both nodded. "Good. Once the guys are done with sound check, you'll head back to the dressing room for a little while. When they leave for the meet and greet, you two can stay in there until they are done. When it gets closer to the show, you'll be escorted to your seats. Tony, the bodyguard that checked you in, will come get you after the concert is over. Just stay in your seats."
Kurt nodded. "Ok."
"May I see your phone?" Eric asked, holding his hand out. Kurt pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to him. "I'm going to save Blaine's number and my number. Will you text me your dad's number so I can give him a quick call?"
"Yeah, sure," Kurt said, his heart skipping a beat at the fact that Blaine's number was officially in his phone. Eric handed Kurt his phone back and Kurt quickly text him his house number. "That's the home phone. His name is Burt."
Eric nodded as he saved Kurt's cellphone and home numbers. "I'm going to give him a call now. You can go ahead and finish watching sound check. Just stay out of sight from the other VIPers," he advised. "Santana, come with me. We're going to get your car," he said and quickly walked off, his phone attached to his ear, Santana following him.
Blaine looked over to the side of the stage, watching Eric and Santana scurry off and catching Kurt's eye as he walked closer to the stage. He sent Kurt a wink and goofy grin before turning his attention back to the empty arena. A sold out arena that would soon be filled with screaming fans. Blaine smiled softly to himself, taking a moment to settle his pre-show nerves. His eyes roamed the arena, landing on the two empty seats front and center where Kurt and Santana would be sitting and an idea struck him.
"Hey Wes, come here," he called out, his fingers lightly strumming his guitar.
Wes came around his keyboard and walked over to him. "What's up?"
"You know how during the last song, when we get the crowd to clap and sing with us?" Wes nodded. "What do you think of turning the house lights up and then slowly dimming them until the song ends? Make it real intimate."
Wes looked out into the arena, not for a second questioning Blaine's motives for the change, knowing it had everything to do with Kurt, but admittedly loving the idea. "I actually really like that. We could keep them chanting with us until the very last moment and then shut all the lights off."
Blaine nodded eagerly. "Exactly. The crowd would go wild."
"Let me go talk to Mike real quick. We'll run through itwhen I get back," Wes said and ran off the stage.
Blaine glanced over at Kurt once more, his heart melting at the adoring look Kurt was sending him, and turned away, a bashful smile on his lips. Tonight was going to be amazing.
After sound check, The Warblers headed back to their dressing room with Kurt and Santana. Blaine and Kurt sat together on one of the couches and spoke with Eric about the plans for after the concert while the others relaxed a bit before the meet and greet. Jeff decided to subtly watch Santana as she interacted with David and Wes. On the outside, she seemed confident and happy. But as soon as both walked off to the food table, Jeff noticed the smile on her face disappear and he could see the vulnerability in her eyes. He could see the pain and loss clear as day and couldn't help but wonder if what had happened to Nick back at Dalton was happening to her now.
"Nicky," he whispered to get his love's attention. Nick looked up from his phone where he had been tweeting and raised a questioning brow. "Does she seem a little broken to you?"
Nick glanced at Santana who was texting on her phone. "What do you mean?"
Jeff shrugged a little. "I don't know. I just feel like behind her snark and attitude there's a lost girl." Nick pursed his lips, wondering exactly what Jeff was getting at. "Would you mind if I gave her my number?"
Nick contemplated for a moment and shook his head. "I don't mind. It might be best that we have it anyway. She and Kurt seemed to be joined at the hip so it'll be good to keep in contact with her."
Jeff smiled softly and gave Nick a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks, baby," he said before walking over to Santana and plopping down next to her on the couch. "Sup, Lil' Mami?" he asked, draping an arm over her.
Santana turned her body towards Jeff with a seductive grin. "Hey there, blondie," she purred and Jeff could only smile in amusement.
"Let me see your phone," Jeff said, holding his hand out. Santana raised a brow. "Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"Because we can't be new BFF's if you don't have my number, duh," Jeff replied with a teasing smirk.
Santana narrowed her eyes. "Why?" she asked again.
Jeff rolled his eyes as Nick took a seat next to him. "Because you and Kurt are obviously a packaged deal and Kurt is Blaine's soulmate. Plus, you're a kickass dancer and I like you. What other reason do I need?"
"Jeff has a thing for adopting people into our little family," Nick said with a fond smile. "He's persistent as hell too. If you don't give him your number he'll just get it from Kurt."
Santana sat back and handed Jeff her phone. "This better not be some trick, blondie."
"It's not," Jeff assured her as he typed his number in and sent himself a text. "I'm gonna trust you here, though. Don't give the number out or brag about having it, alright? This could be the start of a beautiful friendship," he said as he returned her phone to her.
Santana took it with a small smile. "Thanks. I wouldn't give out your number either. I'm not stupid."
"Didn't think you were," Jeff replied gently, all jokes aside. "If you ever just wanna talk, to me or Nick, give us a call. We got you, Lil' Mami."
Santana nodded with a soft smile but said nothing, holding back the fangirl scream that had been trying to escape all day. She wasn't sure what Jeff's true motives behind keeping in touch with her were, but she sure as hell wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to stay in direct contact with him and Nick. She hadn't told anyone yet, especially not Kurt, but she didn't want to move to New York with him after graduation. She wanted to go to California and audition for Jeff's dance studio. Only the best earned a spot to train with him and now that she was in direct contact with him, her dream may actually become a reality.
Time flew by as The Warblers did the meet and greet and got ready for the show, Santana and Kurt staying in their dressing room with a few Warbler parents who showed up to support their boy's. None of the parents needed to be told not to say anything about Blaine finding Kurt. They knew all too well how intense The Warblers' fans were and they welcomed Kurt with open arms, showing him as much support as possible. Wes' mother was particularly kind to Kurt, going as far as exchanging numbers with him in case he ever needed help.
"Vanessa had one hell of a time adjusting to the fans," she had told him. "Be sure to call me if things get rough."
Kurt had taken her number graciously, too caught up in his own head to worry about what Blaine's more enthusiastic fans were going to say when they found out about him. When it got closer to the concert starting, the parents were taken to their reserved area backstage and Kurt and Santana waited for The Warblers to get dressed before going to their seats. One by one the guys came out of the bathroom in a stylish suit, each blazer a different color. The one that stood out the most though was Blaine. Kurt froze in his spot as Blaine walked over to him. He wore tight black pants, a soft gray shirt which hugged his chest and torso, and a stunning cream blazer. Kurt melted. His soulmate was entirely too gorgeous.
"So, what do you think of the first outfit?" Blaine asked as he spun in a circle.
"It's...you look amazing," Kurt breathed and Blaine smiled, smoothing his blazer out. "What is that? Armani?"
Blaine shook his head. "It's HM actually. You really like it? I wasn't sure about the color."
Kurt gently ran his hand over the fabric, a shy smile on his lips. "It looks great on you, Blaine. Stunning actually."
Blaine placed his hand on top of Kurt's and looked up at him through his lashes. "I'm glad you approve," he said softly, his eyes full of adoration.
Kurt gulped, unable to look away. Without a conscious thought, he raised his free hand to Blaine's face and caressed his jawline, blushing deeply when his mind caught up with his actions. He pulled his hand away in embarrassment but Blaine grabbed hold of it and brought it to his lips, kissing Kurt's knuckles lightly and looking deeply into his eyes.
"You're adorable when you blush," Blaine smirked, chuckling softly when Kurt's blush deepened.
"Kurt, Santana, it's time to get to your seats," Eric said from the doorway. "Tony will escort you."
Blaine pulled Kurt into a hug and held him close, breathing in his scent. "Have a good show," Kurt told him.
"Thanks," Blaine replied as they parted. "Pay special attention to the last song," he whispered with a wink, kissing Kurt's cheek before finally letting go. Kurt bit his lip and nodded before walking over to Santana.
"Ya'll better kick ass out there tonight," Santana said, her hands on her hips. "I didn't get all sexy just to watch you flop."
Kurt scoffed, looping his arm through hers. "Bitch please, you get sexy just to go to the grocery store."
Santana waved him off. "Totally irrelevant," she retorted as they followed Tony out.
"Fifteen minutes, guys," Eric told them before walking out.
"How you feelin, Blainers?" Jeff asked as he ran his hands over Nick's blazer.
"Good. I feel good," Blaine said with a nod, taking a deep breath.
Wes walked over to him with a raised brow. "You sure? I remember the first time Vanessa saw us perform I was terrified."
Blaine shook his head with a small smile. "I'm ok, really. I'm more excited than nervous." The guys looked at each other, unconvinced by Blaine's casualness. "Really, I'm good. Now, come on. We have a show to perform," he said and walked out of the room.
"Why do I get the feeling like he's going to do something he's not supposed to?" Wes asked as they followed Blaine out.
David snorted a laugh and patted Wes on the back. "Because he probably is."
Kurt sat on the edge of his seat, taking a picture of the stage to post on Twitter. His heart was racing, his mind slowly but surely catching up with the day's events. Blaine was his soulmate. The man he had fallen in love with when he was 11 was his to hold and cherish. The same man who now had millions among millions of fans wishing they could do the same. What was he going to do when the fans found out? How the hell was he going to handle the onslaught of hate he would undoubtedly receive? Would they believe that he was really Blaine's soulmate or would they think that Kurt was using him? Would they support them or would Blaine lose fans because of him? Kurt wrapped his arms around himself protectively and glanced around him, the fans chanting for The Warblers. What was he going to do?
Santana noticed the panicked look on Kurt's face and leaned down to talk in his ear. "Why do you look like you're about hurl?"
Kurt opened his mouth to answer but stopped when the lights began to change. The crowd cheered as the band members took the stage. Kurt shook his head and stood up, pushing his worries aside for the time being.
The music began to play, The Warblers taking their spot on stage. Kurt could just barely make out their silhouettes, almost instantly pinpointing Blaine. He bit his lower lip, excitement for the show taking over. A spotlight turned on David, the others still in the dark.
David
Turn the lights off in this place
And you shine just like a star
And I swear I know your face
I just don't know who you are
A spotlight turned on Wes next, David's light dimming out.
Wes
Turn the music up in here
I still hear you loud and clear
Like you're right there in my ear
Telling me that you want to own me
To control me
Jeff
Come closer
Nick
Come closer
Blaine
Come closer
All the stage lights turned on, the crowd erupting in cheers as The Warblers danced to the beat.
Warblers
And I just can't pull myself away
Under your spell I can't break
I just can't stop, I just can't stop, I just can't stop, I just can't stop
And I just can't bring myself no way
But I don't want to escape
I just can't stop, I just can't stop, I just can't stop, I just can't stop
The lights dimmed out once more, the spotlight on Blaine. Kurt screamed louder than the rest, the fanboy inside taking over. Blaine's eyes immediately went to him, a sultry smile on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes. Kurt's whole body shivered the moment Blaine started singing.
Blaine
I can feel you on my skin
I can taste you on my tongue
You're the sweetest taste of sin
Blaine, Wes
The more I get the more I want
Blaine
You want to own me
Come closer, come closer
The stage lights turned back on, Santana and Kurt dancing along to the beat as The Warblers lit the stage. Watching them sing and dance in their music videos was nothing compared to seeing them live.
Warblers
And I just can't pull myself away
Under your spell I can't break
I just can't stop, I just can't stop, I just can't stop, I just can't stop
And I just can't bring myself no way
But I don't want to escape
I just can't stop, I just can't stop, I just can't stop, I just can't stop
The Warblers stood in a straight line, clapping above their hands, urging the crowd to do the same.
Warblers
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
I just can't stop
Their harmonies were flawless, their dance moves smooth and sensual. Kurt couldn't take his eyes off Blaine, no longer worried about how the world would react to him. In that moment, as The Warblers sang their first song, Kurt wasn't Blaine's soulmate. He was simply a fan watching his idols perform.
Warblers
And I just can't pull myself away
Under your spell I can't break
I just can't stop, I just can't stop, I just can't stop, I just can't stop
And I just can't bring myself no way
But I don't want to escape
I just can't stop, I just can't stop, I just can't stop, I just can't stop
Blaine
Come closer
The arena erupted with screams and cheers as the song ended. The Warblers smiled at the crowd, taking a moment to breath in the energy. The first concert was always their favorite.
"How's everyone doing tonight?!" Jeff asked the cheering fans, their screams getting louder. "Man, you guys are loud! I love it!"
"Thank you all so much for being here with us tonight! We couldn't have chosen a better place to kick off the tour. We hope you're ready," Blaine said, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on Kurt. "Because tonight, is our night, and we are going to rock your worlds," he winked and their next song started.
Kurt and Santana took picture after picture as The Warblers tore up the stage, each song better than the next. There were moments where Blaine would send Kurt a wink or a coy smile and Kurt had to hold onto the gate in front of them to keep himself from falling. He didn't think it was possible to swoon as much as he had in a matter of a couple of hours, and with every smile Blaine sent his way, he fell deeper and deeper in love with the man. The man who was no longer his fanboy crush, but his soulmate, his beloved. Screw what the world would say about them. Blaine was his and his alone and Kurt couldn't wait to get to know the man behind the rockstar.
Blaine did his best not to keep all of his attention on Kurt. He knew that after tonight the rumor mill would be set ablaze and every fan connected to any kind of social media would be searching for his Kurt. So he made sure to be extra flirty with the other men in the front row, sending winks and singing directly to them in hopes of prolonging the media finding him. He had to admit though that it was thrilling having Kurt in the audience, watching him scream for them. Seeing Kurt cheer for him was one thing. But seeing him cheer for his best friends, knowing that Kurt was their fan too, made him adore Kurt that much more.
The Warblers quickly changed into their last outfit for the final song, simple jeans and a different colored cardigan. Blaine was the last to finish dressing, waiting until the very last moment to approach Eric. He knew he shouldn't do it. He knew that it was a bad idea and that it would end up biting him in the ass later. But watching Kurt beam up at him throughout the concert, love and admiration in his eyes, gave Blaine all the reason to continue with his plan.
"Hey," he said to Eric who was standing behind the light board with their lighting tech Mike. "I'm going to dedicate this last song to Kurt."
Eric whipped his head around. "Blaine-"
"Don't worry, it'll be fine," Blaine assured him. "I just wanted to let you know," he said and quickly walked off.
"For crying out loud," Eric muttered and pulled out the walkie-talkie that connected to the band. "Don't do it, Blaine."
Blaine smiled back at him and gave him a thumbs up before taking his place in front of the microphone stand. The guys glanced at each other and at him questioningly, but Blaine simply smiled at them and turned his attention to the crowd.
"Alright, this is our last song," the crowd groaned sadly. "But before we go, we want to thank you all for being here tonight, for supporting us and allowing us to live out our dreams. We have the best fans in the world and we love you all so much," the crowd cheered as the music started playing, Blaine's soulful eyes shifting over to Kurt. A dreamy smile slowly graced Blaine's face as Kurt watched him in awe. "And before we get started, I'd just like to say that sometimes, the thing you've been looking for, what you've needed the most, has been there all along. This song is dedicated to my good luck charm."
Kurt gasped, his hand flying to his mouth, his eyes clouding over. "Oh my God," he whispered brokenly to himself as David and Jeff began beat boxing. Santana quickly switched from pictures to video on her camera and started to record. She knew Kurt would want to watch this a hundred times over later.
Blaine
Aren't you somethin' to admire
Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror
And I can't help but notice
You reflect in this heart of mine
If you ever feel alone and
The glare makes me hard to find
Just know that I'm always
Parallel on the other side
The Warblers danced with their microphone stands, serenading the crowd while Blaine serenaded Kurt.
Blaine, Wes, Nick
Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go
Just put your hand on the glass
I'm here tryin' to pull you through
You just gotta be strong
Warblers
Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin' back into you once I figured it out
You were right here all along
Blaine, David, Wes
It's like you're my mirror
Jeff, Nick
Oh
Blaine, David, Wes
My mirror staring back at me
Jeff, Nick
Oh, oh, oh
Blaine, David, Wes
I couldn't get any bigger
Jeff, Nick
Oh
Blaine, David, Wes
With anyone else beside me
Jeff, Nick
Oh, oh, oh
Blaine, David, Wes
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making
Two reflections into one
Cause it's like you're my mirror
Jeff, Nick
Oh
Blaine, David, Wes
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me
Blaine finally looked away from Kurt, his eyes shifting to the crowd as Nick came around his microphone stand and started singing to Jeff with a flirty smile, knowing that the crowd would love it.
Nick
Aren't you somethin', an original
Cause it doesn't seem really as simple
And I can't help but stare, cause
I see truth somewhere in your eyes
Jeff danced over to Nick, a coy smile in place.
Jeff
I can't ever change without you
You reflect me, I love that about you
And if I could, I
Would look at us all the time
Nick and Jeff danced together fluidly while the others danced with their microphone stands. Kurt was transfixed on Blaine whose eyes slowly but surely flitted back to him, his heart hammering in his chest, Blaine's eyes full of passion.
Blaine, David, Wes
Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul
I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go
Just put your hand on the glass
I'm here tryin' to pull you through
You just gotta be strong
Jeff and Nick danced back to their microphone stands and joined in on the chorus.
Warblers
Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin' back into you once I figured it out
You were right here all along
Blaine, David, Wes
It's like you're my mirror
Jeff, Nick
Oh
Blaine, David, Wes
My mirror staring back at me
Jeff, Nick
Oh, oh, oh
Blaine, David, Wes
I couldn't get any bigger
Jeff, Nick
Oh
Blaine, David, Wes
With anyone else beside me
Jeff, Nick
Oh, oh, oh
Blaine, David, Wes
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making
Two reflections into one
Cause it's like you're my mirror
Jeff, Nick
Oh
Blaine, David, Wes
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me
"To the bridge, come on," David said, the guys harmonizing as Wes took lead vocals.
Wes
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow's a mystery
I can see you lookin' back at me
Keep your eyes on me
Baby, keep your eyes on me
"Turn the lights up!" Blaine called out and the arena light turned on, allowing The Warblers to see everyone in the audience. "Get those hands up!" The Warblers began clapping, the audience clapping with them.
Warblers
Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy
Comin' back into you once I figured it out
You were right here all along
Blaine's vision shifted back to Kurt, smiling lovingly at the adoring look on Kurt's face. The world around them disappeared and in that moment, Blaine was 18 years old again, singing to 11 year old Kurt.
Blaine, David, Wes
It's like you're my mirror
Jeff, Nick
Oh
Blaine, David, Wes
My mirror staring back at me
Jeff, Nick
Oh, oh, oh
Blaine, David, Wes
I couldn't get any bigger
Jeff, Nick
Oh
Blaine, David, Wes
With anyone else beside me
Jeff, Nick
Oh, oh, oh
Blaine, David, Wes
And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making
Two reflections into one
Cause it's like you're my mirror
Jeff, Nick
Oh
Blaine, David, Wes
My mirror staring back at me,
Jeff, Nick, David, Wes
Staring back at me
Blaine closed his eyes and harmonized, the lights in the arena slowly fading. Kurt held his hands over his heart, his eyes never once leaving his beloved. Blaine let the others take over the harmonizing, his head down moving slightly to the beat.
David
You are, you are the love of my life
Wes, David
You are, you are the love of my life
Blaine
Oh, oh
Blaine harmonized opposite the guys, his hands holding onto his microphone, his eyes closed as he allowed himself to get lost in the moment.
Jeff, Nick, David, Wes
You are, you are the love of my life
You are, you are the love of my life
Blaine
Oh, oh
Jeff, Nick, David, Wes
You are, you are the love of my life
You are, you are the love of my life
Blaine
Oh, oh
The lights continued to get dimmer, the mood in the arena became intimate, sensual. Blaine opened his eyes, immediately catching Kurt's gaze and sang, a sultry look in his eyes.
Blaine
Now, you're the inspiration for this precious song
And I just wanna see your face light up since you put me on
So now I say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone
Blaine looked away for only a moment and when he looked back, there was a cocky smirk on his lips.
Blaine
And I can't wait wait wait wait wait to get you home
Just to let you know, you are
Kurt melted as Blaine once again closed his eyes and harmonized, the others continuing to chant as the arena became darker and darker.
Jeff, Nick, David, Wes
You are, you are the love of my life
You are, you are the love of my life
Blaine
Oh, oh
Jeff, Nick, David, Wes
You are, you are the love of my life
You are, you are the love of my life
Blaine
Oh, oh
Blaine opened his eyes and looked out at the arena, The Warblers raising their left hands in the air, pointing to the crowd as they chanted along with them.
Warblers
You are, you are the love of my life
You are, you are the love of my life
You are, you are the love of my life
You are, you are the love of my life
Blaine's eyes shifted back to Kurt who was also chanting with them. He continued to point at the audience, resisting the urge to point at Kurt.
Warblers
You are, you are the love of my life
You are, you are the love of my life
You are, you are the love of my life
You are, you are the love of my life
The Warblers lowered their hands, holding them behind their backs to finish the song, the lights in the arena so low that they were just barely visible.
Warblers
You are, you are the love of my life
You are, you are the love of my life
You are, you are the love of my life
You are, you are the love of my life
The crowd went crazy as they were plunged into darkness. A minute passed and their screams only grew louder. Blaine kept his vision locked on the same spot so when the lights were turned back on, he instantly saw Kurt who was looking right back at him and screaming with the fans. He smiled proudly, turning away from Kurt to look at his best friends. A small laugh escaped his lips as the crowd started chanting, Warblers. The guys walked around their microphone stands, held hands, and bowed. They blew kisses to the audience before walking off stage. The crowd continued chanting and a few moments later, the guys walked back out, each one carrying several autographed shirts, David and Jeff holding air guns. They threw and shot the shirts out to the crowd, Jeff throwing his last one to Santana and Blaine tossing his last one to Kurt with a wink before they finally left the stage for good.
Santana and Kurt waited eagerly for any sign of Tony. Most of the crowd had started leaving when they saw the techs begin the stage breakdown, desperate to get outside before The Warblers' bus left. When the first few rows were mostly empty, Santana took initiative and jumped the gate.
"Tana!" Kurt scolded, quickly glancing around to see if any of the fans were paying attention.
The body guard closest to them stopped her from going any further though. Santana rolled her eyes but didn't try and push past him. Tony came around the corner and waved at the body guard to let Kurt and Santana through. Kurt jumped the gate effortlessly and hurried over to Tony before anyone noticed. Tony quickly took them backstage to the dressing room where the guys were waiting. A few arena workers eyed Kurt and Santana curiously but said nothing to the 6'5" bald, hulk of a man as they walked past.
The moment Tony opened the dressing room door, Kurt ran straight to Blaine, practically jumping into his arms. Blaine laughed, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Kurt's neck and held him close. Santana walked over to Jeff who was sitting on the arm of one of the chairs, grabbed his hand, and wrapped his arm around her. Jeff raised an amused brow.
"What?" she shrugged innocently. "Kurt gets cuddles, why can't I?" Jeff snorted a laugh and pulled her closer, Nick shaking his head in amusement before taking a picture of them.
Blaine and Kurt pulled back slightly, Blaine leaning his forehead on Kurt's. "I can't believe you did that," Kurt spoke in awe.
Blaine lifted his head and smiled sweetly. "I wanted to make your birthday special."
Kurt breathed in deeply, his eyes clouding over. "You did. Thank you."
Blaine leaned in, capturing Kurt's lips in a gentle kiss. "I'd do anything for you, love," he whispered as they parted.
Their moment was interrupted by a flash, both turning to see that Santana took a picture. She went into her photos to make sure the picture she wanted came out correctly, smiling proudly that it had. Blaine and Kurt were looking into each other's eyes lovingly, completely entranced and unaware of the world around them. Santana couldn't wait until she got home and was able to edit them.
"Yo, Hummel," she called out and switched back to camera mode. "You haven't taken any pictures with the guys as a fan. Everyone's going to be asking for them."
"Oh shit, that's right," Kurt said, turning back to Blaine. "Is there any way we'd be able to go back in that room and pose for some pictures?"
Blaine nodded. "Yeah, of course. Let me go to talk to Eric real quick." "I'll go get him," Wes said with a smile. "Go back to being cute." Blaine grinned at Wes and pulled Kurt closer. "Gladly."
Twenty minutes later, Kurt was posing with The Warblers in the VIP room from earlier, all redressed in the same outfit. After a few pictures, Kurt and Santana were escorted to the bus that was still parked in the lot underneath the arena.
"The bus is going to drive out to wait for the guys to get on," Tony told them. "Be sure to sit somewhere the fans can't see." Kurt and Santana nodded as Tony knocked on the bus door. "Charles, this is Kurt, Blaine's soulmate, and his best friend Santana."
Charles nodded, taking a good look at the two as they entered the bus. Eric had already informed him of the change of plans and he was admittedly curious about the young boy who was lucky enough to be destined for Blaine. "How long till the boys are out?"
"About fifteen minutes," Tony said, glancing at his watch. "The crew just finished loading everything up."
"Alright," Charles said and closed the bus door. He turned to look at Santana and Kurt who were still standing. "Sit over there," he pointed to dining table. "The windows are blacked out so you can see outside but they can't see you."
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked worriedly.
Charles nodded. "Yep. Just stay in the corner and you'll be good."
Kurt and Santana took their seats, both pulling their phones out. "What are they doing with your car?" Kurt asked her.
"They parked it at the entrance. It'll follow the bus out when we leave," She replied as she went on Twitter. "Eric said the arena has been instructed not to let anyone leave until like, ten minutes after the buses go so no one follows them or pinpoints my car."
Kurt let out a breath. "Ok."
"We'll drive around the highway for a little bit too before taking our actual route," Charles said, looking at them through the rearview mirror.
Kurt's brows shot up. "All that just so no one sees her car?" he asked surprised.
Charles shook his head. "We do that after every show."
Kurt's eyes widened. "Are the fans really that bad?"
"Yep," Charles said, grabbing the walkie-talkie when he heard Eric's voice. Kurt swallowed the sudden fear he felt and went to his contacts to call his dad. "Alright, you two. We're about to drive out," Charles informed them and turned the bus on.
The Hudmel home phone rang three times before Burt answered. "Kurt?"
"Hey, Dad," Kurt said shakily.
"Hey, what's wrong bud?"
"Nothing," he lied, Santana raising a brow at him as she scrolled through her timeline. "Just a little overwhelmed."
"But everything's ok?" Burt asked. "You on your way back?"
"Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine," Kurt assured him, steadying his voice. "Tana and I are on the bus now but the guys aren't yet. We're getting ready to leave though," he said, glancing up at Charles who was watching him. "Their bus driver just told us that they take a bunch of detours before-"
"They get on route," Burt cut him off. "Yeah, Eric told me. Let me know when you're headed to Lima."
"Ok, I will. Love you, Dad." "Love you too, son."
Kurt hung up and sat back, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths.
"You ok, kid?" Charles asked with concern.
Kurt offered him a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I'm ok. Can you let me know when we're on our way to Lima so I can tell my dad?" he asked politely.
"Sure thing," Charles said with a nod. "Here we go," he said as he started driving out of the arena.
Kurt sat up straighter, gulping when he heard the sounds of screaming fans. "People are already talking about you," Santana said warily.
Kurt whipped his head towards her. "What?!"
Santana nodded and scrolled through The Warblers hashtag to show him. "Everyone's going apeshit over Blaine's oh-so-romantic dedication. It ain't gonna be long before they find out who you are."
"Oh my god," Kurt groaned, looking out the window to see hundreds of screaming fans. "They're gonna hate me, Tana," he said, his voice going an octave higher.
Santana shrugged apologetically. She didn't want to lie to him and tell him they wouldn't because she knew that a lot of them would. "At least they don't know it's you or that you're his soulmate yet. They just know the little boy he tweeted about yesterday is who he dedicated the song to."
"For now," Kurt snapped. "I am so screwed when they start figuring things out."
"Don't worry, kid. No one's going to let anything happen to you," Charles assured him with a gentle smile. "It's going to be crazy for a little while, but things will settle down."
Kurt gave Charles a small but appreciative smile as he sat back in his seat. He would be ok. Nothing bad was going to happen to him and everything was going to be just fine. He hoped.
