"Never try to fit in because we were all born to stand out." – Sandi Owusu

September

Kurt can sense the excitement in the audience as he walks down the aisle in the theater. 'Bossy' is playing on the speaker system and the song is helping to create the mood. There are dozens of people taking photos of him with their phones. He stops to talk to those who are calling out for his attention. Everywhere, fans are requesting selfies with him, and after they've been taken, Kurt mutters "Thank you", "I'm sure we're in for a treat tonight", and "Have you made your donation yet?" Frankly, it's exhausting, but at least it takes his mind off his nervousness for Blaine tonight. He pulls out his phone and takes a photo of the audience. He sends it to Blaine with a brief message:

The place is already buzzing. I'll be sitting in the front row. I'll meet you backstage after. Break a leg! K xxxxxxx

As Kurt moves along the front row, thanking people for letting him get through, he sees a tall gorgeous man. When Kurt approaches his seat, the man jumps up and hollers, "You must be Kurt. I knew you'd be a hottie!"

"And you are?"

"I'm Cooper, Blaine's brother. That is, the more handsome and talented Anderson."

"Yes, of course. I've seen photos of you in Blaine's penthouse. I've even watched a few episodes of The Young and the Restless with Blaine. He told me you'd be here."

"We might live on opposite coasts, but wild horses couldn't have kept me away tonight. We support each other when it really matters. I even came earlier this week to give Blaine some pointers. Now, do you know what Blaine is wearing tonight? Because he wouldn't show me - said it was top secret."

"No, he wouldn't show me either. I guess it'll be a surprise for the both of us. Are your parents here as well?" Kurt asks as he looks around nervously.

"Father couldn't take the time off work to come to New York City, but they've rented the ballroom at their country club in Westerville and are hosting a fundraising event. The diva-off will be livestreamed in."

"Oh, wow. That's great."

Kurt is not sure what to say to this very attractive man. There's still fifteen minutes to go before the diva-off takes place. He thinks about what Blaine has told him about his older brother and gets an idea. "So what's it like being on The Young and the Restless? I bet you've got some juicy stories to tell."

Cooper drones on and on about his role and the women on set and behind the scenes he's slept with. Kurt thinks that even though Cooper might be the best-looking man in North America, he's also the most self-absorbed man he's ever met. Nope - he'll take Blaine over Cooper any day of the week.


Wake me up before you go go… Don't leave me hanging on like a yo yo… Wake me up before you go go….

Blaine immediately snatches his phone and presses the 'accept' button.

"Congratulations, man. Those photos you sent me of you and Mercedes in the Elvis outfits are awesome! So why are you calling me? Isn't Mrs. Evans planning to have her wicked way with you tonight?"

"There'll be plenty of time for that later. We're at the hotel bar waiting for the diva-off to start. They've already got the screens set to the livestreaming channel. The reporter just announced that five million dollars have been raised so far."

"That's great. Thinking of those charities is the only thing that's getting me through this at the moment."

"Did you do the warm-up routine I gave you?"

"Yes, Sam."

"Did you eat the food that I had Amy prepare for you?"

Blaine rolls his eyes. "Yes, Sam. Everything is under control."

"I'll let you get back to getting ready. I just called to wish you good luck. Not only are you gonna kill it on the catwalk, but you're going to get your man afterwards. Do me a favor and send me a photo of you and Kurt making out."

"If Kurt agrees to be my boyfriend, I'll send you a photo. Heck, I'd send it to the whole world to see."

After pressing 'end call', Blaine looks at himself in the mirror. He's not sure he can recognize himself with the make-up – the eyeliner, the rouge, the lipstick. It feels like a mask that brings out his inner-diva. He wonders how much of his chest to have on display, tugging the zipper tab on his shirt a little bit lower.

Kurt's earlier text with the photo only confirmed that it's a sold-out event, and Sam has reminded him that it's being livestreamed throughout the world. Blaine's stomach twists and turns, screaming at him to get up and run out of theater. He closes his eyes and tries to calm down his nerves. People are counting on him, those charities are counting on him, and he plans on giving them a truly unforgettable performance.

Unique sweeps into the private dressing room. "They've just announced the five-minute warning for the start of the show." She fusses around Blaine, making the final touch-ups to his hair and make-up.

"Is it warm in here? I'm starting to feel uncomfortable."

"It's perfectly fine. Are you okay? Are you nervous?" Unique asks.

"Yeah, I'm nervous as hell. I'm about to go out there on stage and make a total fool of myself. What if I screw it up?"

"You won't," Unique immediately reassures him. She looks at Blaine's image in the dressing table's mirror. "I'm hearing dapper Blaine talking, but I'm looking at diva Blaine. A divalicious Blaine. So are you going to own it?"

"Yeah!"

"Are you going to give this everything you've got?"

"Yeah!"

"Are you going to show the world that men can be divas too?"

"Yeah!"

A knock on the door tells them that they're ready for Blaine. Unique gives him a hug and leads him backstage. Blaine is glad that Unique is still holding his hand, squeezing every so often. He closes his eyes and slows down his breathing as he waits for the signal.


The lights dim in the theater and Cooper finally shuts up. Anna Wintour comes on stage to give an opening speech for the event. There's a quick video about the diva-off, which shows interviews with people involved in the event, interspersed with clips of the charities that it's supporting. Anna mentions the panel who will be judging the event, "…. And the panel is headed by the one and only Queen Bey herself - Beyoncé."

The spotlight quickly moves to Beyoncé, who stands up to a roar of applause. She quickly sits back down as the music starts playing.

I love to love you baby
I love to love you baby.
I'm feelin' sexy
I wanna hear you say my name boy
If you can reach me
You can feel my burning flame

Heidi Mount steps out onto the stage to a round of applause. Once she struts to the front, and turns to walk back, Christie Brinkley enters from stage right.

Tonight I'll be your naughty girl
I'm callin' all my girls
We're gonna turn this party out
I know you want my body

Kurt sees Karlie Kloss, Joan Smalls, Kate Moss, and Miranda Kerr move on and off the stage. Panic sets in Kurt because where the hell is Blaine? And would they really have him strutting to a song about naughty girls? With shaky fingers, he fires off a text to Unique.

What's going on? Is B okay? - K

After a minute, Kurt calms down when he reads Unique's reply.

Blaine is fine. He's up soon. Hold on tight! - U

Kurt politely claps when the song is over and the stage lights go off. In spite of Unique's text, he's wondering if Blaine had stage fright so badly that he couldn't make it on stage. He's about to text Unique again, but stops when he sees a lone figure walk onto the stage and stand in the center up-stage. The music starts up and a single spotlight hits the model.

I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a, I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a, I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a, I'm a, a diva

Kurt's brain short-circuits and his mouth drops wide open when he sees Blaine on the stage. Holy shit! Blaine is a sex god!

Blaine is wearing sinfully tight-fitting black trousers – so clingy that they show off his perfectly formed ass. The trouser hems are tucked into black leather lace-up boots with a slight platform heel. The shirt is made of a red shiny material, clinging to his chest in all the right places. The shirt's lapels are bedazzled with sparkling studs and the silver piping down each side of the front accentuate Blaine's tiny waist. The pièce de résistance is a red feathered jacket.

Kurt snaps out of his trance when he hears Cooper holler, "Strut your stuff, baby bro!" He notices that the audience is standing up and clapping along to the song. With trembling knees, Kurt stands up as well.

Stop the track, let me state facts
I told you give me a minute and I'll be right back
Fifty million round the world
And they said that I couldn't get it

Blaine is working the catwalk with everything he's got. His hips are swaying as he lip-synchs along to the song. When he arrives at the front of the stage, Blaine lets the feather jacket fall loosely from his shoulders, and shimmies, dropping back his head. Where the hell has this Blaine been hiding?

Then Blaine looks directly at Kurt and gives him a wink, before he flounces to the other side of the stage. Kurt grasps onto Cooper's shoulder to keep himself steady. He can feel his body get excited as he watches Blaine roll his pelvis in circles and then thrust forward. Even though the female models are returning to the stage and forming a V-formation, Kurt can't tear his eyes away from Blaine. By the end of the song, Blaine is front center stage, forming the tip of the V, and on the last note, he throws his arms up and juts one hip out, the opposite knee crossing his leg.

Camera flashes light up the theater, and the noise is deafening with the screaming and cheering. Kurt cowers and claps his hands over his ears when Cooper lets out a loud wolf whistle. Soon, the clapping becomes rhythmic as the crowd starts to chant, "Diva Blaine! Diva Blaine! Diva Blaine!"

Beyoncé slowly makes her way up to the stage with a trophy. "It didn't take much time for the judges to deliberate. The winner of this year's diva-off is Blaine Anderson."

Blaine immediately turns and shakes the other models' hands as they individually exit the stage. He then walks up to Beyoncé and accepts the trophy. He makes a short speech about supporting the charities.

"…. And now it's official. Men can be divas too."

He waves and smiles at the audience, and just before he leaves the stage, he blows Kurt a kiss.


It seems to take an eternity before Kurt manages to make his way backstage. There are so many fans and paparazzi waiting for a glimpse of Blaine. Fortunately, Blaine provided him with a photo VIP pass, so he was able to get past security - eventually. He quietly enters the private dressing room and notices that Blaine is on the phone.

"He actually liked it? You said he was impressed? You could have knocked me over with a feather when I read his text."

Blaine looks up and smiles, signaling Kurt to enter. He hands Kurt a glass of champagne.

"Look, Mom, I've gotta go. Kurt has just arrived and I need to get ready for the press and after-parties. Talk to you tomorrow?"

After a moment or two, Blaine ends the call and puts down his phone, turning his attention to Kurt.

"You're never going to believe this. My dad saw the performance and texted me 'Well done for being a bigger diva than Coop. Loved the performance. Dad.' I just talked to my mom, who said that he's been boasting about me to all his friends at the country club."

Kurt knows that Blaine is saying something, but he's more focused on Blaine's mouth than the words. He can see traces of red lipstick and he wonders what those soft-looking plump lips taste like. His gaze moves up and his breath hitches when he sees Blaine's eyes outlined with black kohl eyeliner. The look does things to him.

"Kurt? Are you all right? Is something wrong?" Blaine asks.

"Uhh, sorry, Blaine. You look amazing… Err… Eyeliner is a good look on you."

Kurt bends down and pulls out a little stuffed puppy from a carrier bag and nervously offers it to Blaine. "Congratulations on your win. I figured that everyone would get you flowers, so I got you this little cutie instead. I wanted something for you to keep… So when you look at it, you'll be reminded that you can achieve anything you want in life."

Blaine positively beams and hugs the stuffed animal. "I love it! I think I'll call it 'Diva'. Thank you! You always keep surprising me and I-I just…. I love that about you."

Kurt is pleased that Blaine likes the present, but he feels there's more that he needs to say. He walks slowly towards Blaine, stops a few feet in front of him and places a hand on his shoulder.

"Tonight… On that stage. You were incredible. You took my breath away. I'm so proud of you."

"I want you to be," Blaine softly replies.

They gaze into each other's eyes. A silent pause hangs between them, charged, like the split-second before falling glass hits the ground and shatters, with both men bracing for the impact. Kurt isn't sure what to do with his hand on Blaine's shoulder– he should probably let go – but he can't bring himself to and lose the connection.

"Give me your hand and hold it to my heart," Blaine whispers.

Kurt can feel Blaine's heart racing as his hand presses against Blaine's chest.

"Kurt…"

Blaine says his name in that special way that always makes Kurt feel so wanted and special. Sincerity and longing sparkle in Blaine's eyes. Kurt has never loved Blaine more than he does in this moment. Kurt can't suppress his feelings any longer, and he crashes his lips against Blaine's, as if this connection growing between them, new and somewhat alarming in its intensity, is the one he's been searching for his entire life.

If you had asked Kurt a minute ago what his first kiss would be like, he would have mentioned a romantic setting, loving murmurs, and a fluttering feeling in his heart. But it isn't like that at all. When Blaine cups Kurt's face with his hands and eagerly kisses him back, inside Kurt, floodgates open. Passion courses through him, hot and intoxicating.

He cannot believe this is happening.

Kurt swipes his tongue over the seam of Blaine's lips, which part instantly. Their tongues move in perfect sync, intertwining as breaths mingle. And the way Blaine tastes…Kurt can't get enough. Months of suppressed feelings heighten every touch, every taste, every whimper. Kurt steps forward, pressing his chest flush against Blaine's, until Blaine is backed against the wall.

Blaine pulls his lips away to catch his breath, and Kurt can't imagine a more beautiful sight than the one before him. A man with flushed cheeks, a smile across kiss-swollen lips and eyes so bright Kurt feels as if he's looking straight into Blaine's soul. However, Kurt remembers something – or rather someone – important.

"Sam," Kurt says in a trembling voice, stepping away a little. "I shouldn't have done this. You're with Sam."

"We're not together."

"You're not just saying that?"

"No! I swear it's true. Kurt, you don't know how long I've wanted to kiss you. I'm so in …."

Kurt puts his finger to Blaine's lips to stop him from speaking.

"Me too. Now, those lips belong to me. More kissing, less talking -"

Kurt moves in for round two, and their kisses become more heated and urgent. Enthusiastically exploring Blaine's mouth, Kurt moves one hand into Blaine's hair, feeling the silky curls run through his fingers. He pulls at the curls to get Blaine's head exactly where he wants it. When he hears Blaine moan, Kurt feels fire coursing through his body and his cock fills until he's so fucking hard.

The feather jacket tickles annoyingly at his neck, so he gently pushes Blaine away to pull off the offending garment and throw it behind him. With the jacket gone, he can see a smattering of chest hair peeking out beneath the top of Blaine's shirt. Kurt starts marking Blaine's neck with little kisses and nips.

Blaine settles his hands around Kurt's shoulders and moans, "I'm yours… My lips… My everything…."

In spite of his lack of experience, he can reduce Blaine to this trembling, babbling state, and he's proud of that. He wants to drag it out of Blaine even more, and this thought gives Kurt the courage to continue. Kurt pulls down the zipper of Blaine's shirt, revealing an expanse of olive-toned skin and wants to explore all of it. Kurt lightly brushes one hand over Blaine's chest. Blaine's muscles quiver as Kurt's fingers skim his abs. Kurt feels a heady rush of power from getting this reaction from a simple touch of the fingertips. Kurt didn't think he'd be into chest hair, but Blaine has the perfect amount. It's a reminder of how masculine Blaine is.

Kurt's mouth returns to Blaine's for a searing kiss. He feels Blaine's warm breath against his lips and hears Blaine moaning. Kurt kisses back down Blaine's neck and goes further than before, until his mouth meets Blaine's left nipple, which is taut from Kurt's attentions. Kurt's tongue circles it, and he hears Blaine almost sob. Kurt gently sucks on the nub, and Blaine's reaction is immediate. He cries out, "God! That feels good, Kurt", his pelvis stuttering forward so that his cock hits Kurt's thigh.

Blaine pulls back his hips and stills them, and Kurt knows that he has a decision to make. He loved the feeling of Blaine's cock against his thigh, knowing that his touches and mouth have caused this reaction. He's also so hard himself that it really, really hurts. Kurt had never thought that he would get into this situation with Blaine – and certainly not tonight. But he loves Blaine so freaking much; he wants Blaine to be his first. Even in a fit of passion, Blaine has let Kurt take control. It doesn't feel scary when Kurt knows he can stop it at any time. Kurt thinks of all the talks they've had where they have skirted around how they really feel. So maybe he should let his body communicate his emotions instead.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry," Blaine whispers in his ear.

Kurt feels Blaine's body trembling, but not in a good way – not like he had just seconds before. He desperately wants Blaine to feel good, to let him know how special he is to Kurt. And in that moment, Kurt knows what he needs to do.

"Shhhh…." Kurt whispers back to Blaine.

Kurt places his hands on Blaine's hips and tentatively thrusts forward, allowing his cock to meet Blaine. Kurt can't help but moan at the small relief that gives him. Soon, Kurt is rocking his body against Blaine's, and God, it feels incredible. Blaine adjusts their position so that their cocks rub against each other, and sparks shoot out throughout Kurt's body. Their lips meet again, but their mouths are open and their tongues intertwine. They're both gasping, and panting, and moaning. It feels so right, like there are no rules or roles. Just two men going head-to-head, heart-to-heart, and cock-to-cock - doing what comes naturally.

Kurt grabs Blaine's ass. He's never felt something so perfect. Blaine's ass is round and firm, and Kurt can feel the muscles working under his fingers. He squeezes Blaine's cheeks harder, pulling them towards him to pick up the pace. Kurt isn't sure what he's doing, but Blaine's body is so responsive. Soon Blaine is rambling again, "So perfect… I need… I want…. Oh, Kurt… Kurt…."

Kurt feels Blaine tremble with every movement, the signs that Blaine is almost there obvious, even to Kurt. When Blaine stills his hips and lets out a long guttural moan, Kurt looks up and is met by the sexiest thing he's ever seen in his life. Blaine's head is thrown back, exposing his neck. His eyes are closed tightly, his mouth wide open, pleasure written all over his face. Blaine mumbles gibberish as his cock pulsates against Kurt's.

Kurt lets out a choked sob as he clings onto Blaine. Kurt is so close, and he continues thrusting – he just needs a little push to tip him over the edge. With one broad swipe, Blaine licks down his neck and bites his shoulder. That's all it takes for the most powerful orgasm Kurt has ever felt to rush through his body, and waves of pleasure wash over him.

They cling to each other as their breathing evens out. Kurt holds on to Blaine, thinking he might float away if he lets go. Kurt's body feels sated. A bead of sweat runs down the side of his face. He looks down and notices a wet spot visible on Blaine's trousers. Blaine's lips chase for another kiss, sweet and soft. When their lips part, their foreheads touch – a way to stay connected that feels as intimate as what they've shared.

Blaine kisses Kurt's eyelids, then his lips make their way towards Kurt's right ear, nibbling on his lobe. Kurt's cock twitches at the sensation, trying to get hard again. Kurt can't help but throw his head back to allow Blaine further access to his neck. As Blaine eagerly explores, licking and sucking and biting, a low grown escapes Kurt's mouth.

Without knocking, Unique strides into the dressing room. "Are you ready yet? Isabelle said that everyone is waiting at the back do-oh! Unique's eyes... They are on fire! I'll just wait outside."

Blaine gives Kurt one last peck on the lips, before separating but holding on to Kurt's hand. "It's fine, Unique. You're right – it's time for us to go."

"Not like that, you won't," Unique replies as she looks the boys over. She pulls a pair of replacement trousers from the clothing rack. "I had a second pair made in case the first pair split or something. This definitely qualifies as 'something'. Now go change!"

While Blaine goes to the dressing room's bathroom to change, Unique signals for Kurt to sit down at the make-up table. She fixes Kurt's hair and removes remnants of red lipstick from his face and neck. She looks at his reflection in the mirror and smiles.

"Thank god you boys finally got your acts together. It's about time! I know it's going to be hard, but control yourselves when you leave here. Blaine is the man of the hour, and he needs to look like a diva, not like some doe-eyed teenager who has just kissed his first boyfriend."

"Okay, I understand. You're not going to tell anyone or…"

"Unique is the soul of discretion. My lips are sealed."

Blaine returns to the dressing room and meekly sits down for Unique to do the necessary touch-ups. Kurt smiles at Blaine to reassure him that everything is okay.

Finally, Blaine and Kurt are ready and leave the dressing room with linked arms. They are too busy whispering to each other that they don't even notice other people in the hallway.


Chandler sees Blaine and Kurt walk arm in arm along the corridor to the theater's back door. They don't even acknowledge his existence. Chandler then makes his decision. He takes out his phone and sends Sebastian Smythe a simple message with an attachment.

I think you're going to like this.


Once the backdoor is opened, there is a flurry of flashes as both fans and paparazzi take photos, and the screaming is deafening. Kurt stays behind when Blaine picks up a bucket labeled 'Donations' and struts over to the crowd behind the barricade. Blaine jokes with his fans as he collects donations and strikes a pose when the bucket is filled with money to predetermined levels outlined on the side.

Kurt looks on at the scene and at the man he's so in love with. Blaine is like a sex god with his good looks and self-confidence. However, it's far more than that. There's also the generous man who is collecting donations for his favorite charities. The man who takes time to speak to fans individually. The man who looks over his shoulder from time to time and gives Kurt a shy smile. Kurt quietly makes his way over to where Bentley is waiting and slides into the Mercedes-Benz.

A half-hour later, Blaine joins him, and Bentley starts to drive off. Blaine holds Kurt's hand as he talks on the phone with Isabelle. When he ends the phone call, he leans forward to talk with Bentley.

"It's going to be a long night. All the major networks and entertainment websites are waiting at The Plaza Hotel for interviews. Then, there are two parties I must attend and another half-dozen where I need to make an appearance."

"No worries. I had a long nap this afternoon. I'll text Tina about the locations so I know where I should be going."

Blaine moves back and turns his attention to Kurt. Blaine smiles as he brushes his hand along Kurt's face and moves in for a lingering kiss. It lasts for a few seconds before Kurt pulls back.

"Blaine, I know I said I would join you for everything after the diva-off, but do you mind if I go home first to change?" Kurt leans in closer and whispers, "I'm feeling really sticky, and if people look…"

Blaine giggles and replies, "You're adorable. I understand your… err… situation. Cooper is already at The Plaza Hotel, so I'll drag him around with me until you return. He'll love the exposure."

When the car pulls up to the Plaza Hotel, Kurt is glad that the car has darkened windows so that no-one can see him when Blaine leaves the car. Once he sees Blaine under the bright lights of the first camera interview, Kurt faces forward. In the rearview mirror, he sees the reflection of Bentley's smile – so wide that it almost looks like it hurts.


"Come on up. I want to take a quick shower," Kurt tells Bentley as the Mercedes-Benz pulls up along the curb to the Bushwick apartment building. They quickly climb up the stairs to the loft, and once Bentley is comfortably seated in the living area, Kurt heads to the bathroom. Kurt adjusts the shower head so that the water doesn't spray over his head. He doesn't want to wash his hair – the styling alone would take too much time… Time he could be spending with Blaine.

As he suds up his loofah and brushes it along his body, Kurt wonders if he'll be spending the night with Blaine at his penthouse. They hadn't discussed arrangements after the parties. Does Blaine want him to? He knows that Sam isn't in town this weekend, but that shouldn't matter, right? Blaine told him that he and Sam aren't a thing anymore and Blaine has never lied to Kurt. Maybe economical with the truth about Sam, but he's never told out-and-out lies. Kurt closes his eyes and thinks about what the perfect night with Blaine might be.

Definitely snuggles… and if making out is involved, he's not going to complain. But most importantly, Kurt wants to talk to Blaine about their feelings for one another. What they mean to each other. Butterflies flutter in his stomach at the thought that they might be boyfriends by the end of the night.

Kurt turns off the shower and reaches for his towel. He decides that this is not the time to be a shy awkward teenager. It's the time to go after what he wants, and he wants to be with Blaine. He's going to pack an overnight bag and have Bentley hide it in the trunk. Pleased with his decision, he thinks that he better get a move on and get ready for the after-parties… and Blaine. In his haste, he stumbles over the bottom lip of the shower stall's frame and lands on the floor.

After the initial shock, Kurt slowly shifts and tries to stand up, only his ankle is throbbing. He moves to put on his robe and stumbles because his ankle hurts so badly.

"Everything okay there, Kurt?" Bentley asks on the other side of the bathroom door. "I heard a loud noise."

"Not really, Bentley. Can you come in and give me a hand? I've twisted my ankle."

Bentley enters the bathroom and wraps his arm around Kurt, helping him move to his bedroom. Once Kurt is situated on his bed, Bentley rushes to the kitchen and pulls out a bag of peas from the freezer. Bentley returns to the bedroom, places a pillow underneath Kurt's ankle and places the bag of frozen peas on top.

"It looks pretty swollen, Kurt. I think you might be better off staying at home tonight and keeping it iced."

Kurt's lower lip sticks out in a pout. "But I want to spend time with Blaine tonight. I want us to be together."

"Trust me when I say that everyone who knows you and Blaine want you to be together. But I really think that it's a bad idea to go to the after-parties when you can barely stand on your ankle, let alone walk. Why don't I pick you up first thing tomorrow and you can wake up Blaine?"

"It sounds sensible," Kurt reluctantly agrees. Although he doesn't want to be sensible at the moment, maybe it would be better to have the talk with Blaine when there isn't the craziness of the diva-off night.

Bentley takes out his phone and calls Blaine. After updating him on Kurt's twisted ankle, he hands Kurt the phone. "Blaine wants to talk to you." Kurt is grateful that Bentley leaves his bedroom to give him some privacy.

"Darling, are you okay? Bentley didn't feel like you need to go to the hospital, but do you want me to ask Amy to come over tonight? I'm sure she would do it in a flash. She absolutely adores you."

Kurt internally squeals when he hears Blaine call him darling. "No, that's okay. I'll just go to sleep. I'm just disappointed that I won't be spending time with you tonight."

"I want to spend time with you too. But before you know it, Bentley will be picking you up tomorrow morning. We really need to talk about things as soon as we can."

Kurt nods his head and replies, "I like the sound of that."

"Tell me I didn't make up this evening in my head," Blaine whispers.

"You most definitely did not. Now go back to your legion of fans. It'll be tomorrow morning soon enough."


Author's notes

Songs used in the chapter

Sam's ringtone - Wake Me up Before You Go-Go' by Wham!
Playing in the theater before the performance – 'Bossy' by Kelis Blaine
Songs used during the diva-off 'Naughty Girl' and 'Diva', both by Beyoncé

Thank you to Lilyvandersteen, the most fabulous beta ever, although all mistakes are mine. Come visit me a Tumblr (HKVoyage) for the story artwork and my thoughts when writing this chapter.

It was such an honor to have fbeauchamphartz as a special advisor for this chapter. She helped to make this chapter so much better, and me a better writer. She's a very talented author and it's a MUST to read some of her stories. Want a short fluffy story with a twist that makes you gasp? She's got them. Want a long story that's so smoking hot that you'll throw your head in the freezer afterwards? She's got them. Want to dip your toes into other ships or fandoms? She's got them. Want any combination of the above? Yep, she's got them all. Too many wonderful stories to mention here, so I've created a collection of my favorite Klaine fics at A03 which you can access via my user name HKVoyage. A link is also provided in the author thoughts posted on Tumblr. Unfortunately, this site doesn't have an equivalent feature, however, if you check out my Favorite Stories listed on my Author Profile, you'll find them there as well.

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