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"Who has the purple eyeshadow?"

"I NEED MORE GLITTER!"

"My sequins keep falling off!"

"I picked up the wrong boa!"

"HOW MANY MINUTES TILL SHOWTIME?"

"Who took my hair gel?"

"WHERE THE HELL IS FINN?"

"Holy shit, look at all those people!"

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!"

The dressing room fell silent with my command, every cast member turning to face me.

"We're on in five minutes," I continued in a calmer tone. "Please, quietly, finish up your costumes and get in your places. Rachel, Finn, we need you in the wings!"

"I don't know where he went!" said Rachel frantically.

"He probably just went to the bathroom," I told her. "I'll go get him."

I made my way out from backstage, jogging down the hallway and into the bathroom. Unfortunately, Finn wasn't in there... but Sam was. He was leaning against the sink, looking ghostly pale and sick to his stomach. He may or may not have been muttering to himself - I couldn't quite tell. I debated whether to leave him alone, or whether to intervene.

"What's the matter, Rocky?" I said, deciding on the latter.

He looked up from the sink, looking startled. "What? Oh, hey. Nothing I..."

"You...?"

"I can't do this, Kurt." When he turned to face me, I could see tears in his eyes. Suddenly, I felt bad for him.

"Of course you can," I told him. "Just remember everything we rehearsed."

"I can't," he cried, shaking his head. "God, Kurt, you're an amazing, actor, and teacher, and I really appreciate what you did for me... but... I've never performed in front of an audience before. Ever. Especially not in tiny little gold shorts, making out with everyone on stage. I don't want to do a freakin' sex scene with Rachel! Not in front of a crowd, not ever!"

The air was frozen. Carefully, I moved closer to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Hey. There's no backing out now. I believe in you, Sam. You're gonna be great."

He cracked a smile. "Really?"

I nodded. "Uh-huh. Now let's go, we have a show to do!"

Everything was going smoothly... well, as smoothly as an opening night of Rocky Horror can go. Finn tripped several times, Santana fell off the banister, the top harmonies still weren't loud enough, and several other small mistakes were made. The audience didn't seem to notice, though. Most likely, none of them had every seen Rocky Horror in their lives, so we didn't have to worry that much. In fact, the applause was pretty light, which made me think most of them were scared shitless. Oh well. Lima sucks.

Sam was doing extremely well, surprisingly. He sang perfectly, and his reaction to Mercedes being all over him was spot-on. As the candelabra scene drew closer, my worries were starting to subside. When the time came, I picked up my candelabra, a real one this time, and poked it into his back.

The scene went just as rehearsed - Sam looked terrified, sitting up and attempting to pull away as I jabbed the candles in his face - but there was something new behind his eyes. He was staring bullets into me, but his eyes were soft, as if we were sharing some sort of inside joke. When he pulled away from the chains, I set the candelabra down and watched him take off running. And then, he skidded to a halt and turned around.

What is he doing!

Without a warning, he came charging back at me, flinging his arms around my waist and crushing his lips down onto mine. He tasted like watermelon or something of the sort, and he was shoving his tongue in my mouth before I could even respond. I wrapped my arms around his neck, completely forgetting where we were and what was happening. We were the only people in the entire universe, and it was utter madness. He pulled away after what felt like hours, looking absolutely mortified. Suddenly, we were back on the stage of the April Rhodes Civic Pavilion, where an entire audience was watching with bated breath. He stood there awkwardly, before running backstage as fast as he could. I was rooted in place, dumbfounded, trying to get a grip of what just happened.

Sam just kissed me on stage dressed as Rocky Horror in front of a thousand people.

I glanced over at Quinn, who was dying of laughter. I shook my head, trying to get back into character as I walked over to her. I cackled maliciously, bringing our elbows together, trying to focus. I could feel her giggles when I leaned in to bite her neck, just as she whispered -

"I knew it."