"It was amazing, Blaine; you should have been there," Kurt gushed over the phone. "Unique was spectacular. She nailed it."
"That's great," Blaine replied, smiling gently at his boyfriend's excitement over another performer's success, "So . . . no problems? I know you were worried beforehand."
"No problems, unless you count Jesse yelling from the wings for her to get off stage as a problem," said Kurt, chuckling slightly at the memory.
"Jesse St. James, losing his cool?" Blaine's eyebrows rose at this particular revelation. "That must have been something to see."
"Oh, it was," Kurt assured him. "I thought for a moment that he might do something more drastic, like actually drag her away, but when he realized that the audience could see him, he stuck to yelling from the wings."
"I'm glad," said Blaine.
There was silence on the other end, then, "Blaine, do you think I was right to try to talk Unique out of performing in heels?"
Blaine paused to consider his words. "You couldn't have known what would happen. You were just being cautious based on your own experiences. And although yours and Unique's situations are slightly different, you were just looking out for her best interests."
"Thank you, Blaine," said Kurt, closing his eyes as he released the breath he hadn't even been aware that he was holding. "I needed to hear that."
"I'm always here for you, Kurt," said Blaine, hoping his boyfriend could hear the sincerity in his voice, "Night or day, doesn't matter; you call and I'll come running."
"I know, and I appreciate it. The same goes for you, mister," Kurt retorted, and Blaine could practically see the smile spreading across his features, as though he were right there in the room with him.
"Alright, I'll keep that in mind," said Blaine, laughing slightly at Kurt's attempt to sound threatening.
"Are you mocking me?" asked Kurt, his tone laced with sarcasm.
"No, wouldn't dream of it," said Blaine quickly, a little too quickly.
"Oh, shut up," Kurt jokingly snapped, but Blaine could hear the tenderness in his voice. "I should probably get back to my homework," he continued, "Only a few more weeks left to go."
"Yup," Blaine replied, less enthusiastically, though he hoped that Kurt wouldn't pick up on that fact. "I should do the same."
"See you tomorrow, then," said Kurt softly. Contrary to his boyfriend's hopes, he'd heard the hesitation before Blaine had responded to his observation that they were almost done with school. "Sleep well."
"You too," Blaine whispered, somehow managing to almost be brought to tears by Kurt's simple words. Something in his tone always set him off . . . "I love you, Kurt."
"I love you too, Blaine," Kurt replied. Picking up on the hitch in Blaine's voice, he figured he should hang up to leave Blaine his pride.
"See you soon," said Blaine, and disconnected the call. He sat with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths, for several minutes as he fought for composure. In just a few short months, Kurt would be leaving him behind for the bright lights of Broadway, and who knew what would happen then? What if Kurt found someone more glamorous and sophisticated, and decided that Blaine was boring, and wanted to break up with him?
No, Blaine couldn't follow that line of thinking; he wouldn't, not when he and Kurt were fated to last.