Song: Hall Of Fame – The Script feat. will.
Date: 27.08.12
Kurt groaned, throwing the sheet music down in frustration after he failed the hit the high F at the end of Defying Gravity for the third time that afternoon. He was probably just out of practice; being in an all-male acapella group didn't exactly mean that he needed to use that note very often.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, his head poking around the choir room door, which Kurt hadn't realised was slightly ajar. But he didn't mind Blaine coming in. "I can't hit this note," he explained, holding up the final problematic sheet of Defying Gravity.
"You're probably just out of practice," Blaine assured him, walking into the room and closing the door behind him. He perched on the end of the piano stool, next to Kurt.
"But this is the third time I've failed," Kurt sighed. "I think I'm just going to give up and come back tomorrow."
Blaine raised his eyebrows at this; Kurt never gave up. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, resting his hand against Kurt's forehead. "Yeah," Kurt replied, shrugging away Blaine's hand with a confused expression on his face.
"Well, you just have to keep trying," Blaine replied, pecking Kurt on the cheek and re-ordering the sheets of music so that Blaine could play for him. "Ugh," Kurt groaned. "But I don't want to!" He rested his head against the piano keys, resulting in an out-of-tune plonk.
"No one ever made it into the hall of fame by giving up," Blaine replied in a sing-song voice, beginning to play the opening bars of the song. Kurt sighed.
"You know, I never thought I'd get sick of Wicked."