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Okay, so this is the day after Kurt was going to go and see Blaine, so in the story it's the Tuesday. Blaine's on his own and his still trying to reach Sebastian, while Kurt is building up the courage to drop in and say 'Hello'...


"So you're going to see him tonight, now?" Rachel asked Kurt as they sat in the empty classroom together. Kurt was sat on his desk, leaning back with his legs crossed, and Rachel was sat on one of the desks on the front row opposite him, her hands in her lap. It was Tuesday; the day after she had told him to go and see Blaine. Kurt had chickened out, just like he knew he would, convincing himself that he needed to think over what he was going to say when he did actually come face to face with his childhood friend again.

"Yes, I'm going tonight," Kurt nodded. "But I don't know how long I'm going to be there so don't expect me back too early."

"Okay," Rachel shrugged nonchalantly. Kurt being out for the night meant that she and Finn had the apartment to themselves, something she definitely was not going to disagree to. She had spent the night before at Finn's, but they both preferred her bed as it was much more comfortable and the springs didn't squeak. "As long as you tell me all the juicy gossip tomorrow." She smiled, the mischievous twinkle in her eye making Kurt laugh at what she was suggesting.

"I don't think anything along those lines will be happening tonight, Rach," He giggled. "I just want to talk to him, catch up on the past sixteen years and stuff."


"You have reached the voicemail of Sebastian. Unfortunately, I can't get to the phone right now so please leave a message after the tone and I'll call you back when I can."

"Hey, it's me again." Blaine tried to keep his voice upbeat, pacing around his dressing room as he spoke to keep himself calm. "I know you must be there somewhere because you're phone still rings when I call which means you haven't turned it off yet. Which means you can't be on the plane yet." Blaine sighed. He didn't want to be too clingy, but he couldn't help it. He felt so guilty about the night before; it was meant to be just him and Sebastian celebrating his opening night, but he couldn't turn down going out with the cast and had ended up getting incredibly drunk. And then this morning he had been too hungover to wake up and answer his phone when Sebastian needed him, and if he had, he may have been able to see Sebastian before he flew out to Green Bay. "Just, call me."

He hung up the phone and put it down on the table in front of him. He hadn't been able to reach Sebastian all afternoon, and it was now half past four. In thirty minutes the cast would be assembling together to go make sure that everyone was present, and then there would just be the hour-or-so-long wait until the show started. Normally during this time, Blaine would be talking to Sebastian, either on the phone or in person depending on whether it was opening night or not. Or he would be reading over the script, making sure he had his lines and cues planted firmly in his memory. But tonight Blaine found himself unable to do either; the fact that Sebastian wasn't picking up his phone was also making him lose his concentration and he found that the words on the page meant nothing to him. He put his head in his hands and sighed heavily. He knew he shouldn't have come in early but being home alone would make him more likely to call Sebastian. At least here he had people to talk to.

Just then, a knocking on his door woke him from his troubled reverie.


Kurt walked into the foyer of the Palace Theatre for the second time in three days. There weren't many people about as tickets didn't go on sale for another thirty minutes, just the ushers and Intermission girls and cleaners making sure that everything was in order. Behind the concession stand Kurt spied Mercedes, and hurried across the room to her. She saw him just before he reached her and smiled widely.

"Hey, Kurt, right?" She seemed to be much more confident than she had two nights before, greeting Kurt joyfully.

"That's right." Kurt beamed in reply, slightly flattered that she remembered his name.

"Are you coming to see the show again?" She seemed surprised that he was back so soon. "Because, the tickets don't go on sale for another half an hour or so."

"No," Kurt looked at the floor, nervous about what he was going to ask from her. "I was actually hoping that you'd do me a favour." Mercedes frowned at him, perplexed as to what he would want with an Intermission girl such as herself, but let him continue. He took a deep breath before blurting, "Do you think I could see Blaine?"

She stared at him, completely bewildered and caught off-guard by his question. Her brain worked at double speed, trying to remember if there had been anything about people meeting the actors in her training, even though she knew that she had no idea.

Kurt could tell that Mercedes didn't know how to respond to his question, as peculiar as it was, and felt that he should elaborate before she called Security.

"We're old friends, you see," He said hurriedly. "I haven't seen him for sixteen years and this is the only place where I know I'll definitely find him." He hoped his explanation would be enough for Mercedes to think he was sane, even if he wasn't allowed to talk to Blaine.

"Hold on," Mercedes mumbled, frowning as she began to turn away. "Let me ask someone." She walked away slowly before talking to a tall, short-haired blonde woman who looked significantly older than either of Mercedes or Kurt. She looked at Kurt with an as bewildered expression on her face as Mercedes had, and once Mercedes had finished she stalked over to him, her expression disapproving.

"Your name Kurt?" She seemed to grimace at just having to talk to him, and Kurt felt truly terrified for his life. He nodded mutely, his mouth refusing to speak, and she looked him up and down. Whilst her stare was temporarily away from his face, Kurt took to opportunity to glance at her name badge.

Sue
Manager

'Oh shit," Kurt thought to himself as she stared at him again. 'This woman looks like she's going to breathe fire.'

"So, you know Anderson?"

Kurt nodded again. He felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights; his feet refused to move and eyes were wide with fright, and he felt cold as Sue continued to stare directly into his soul. She narrowed her eyes at him before smiling crookedly.

"Go on, then, Porcelain," She put her arm around his shoulder and pushed him towards to Mercedes. "Mercedes here will take you along to Anderson's dressing room, and I hope for your sake that you really are old friends, because if you've been wasting my time with some little story you made up to meet your Broadway crush, I will personally submit you to the loony bin downtown. Okay?"

Mercedes and Kurt both stared at her. "My name is Kurt-" He mumbled, unsure what he was thinking correcting her.

"I know, Porcelain," She replied plainly. "But your pale complexion reminds me of a porcelain doll I saw in the market the other day, and so I've already forgotten what the hell you're real name is. Quite frankly, the only reason I remember Aretha's name over there is because she wears a name badge. Now, Porcelain, aren't you going to go and see Anderson or are you going to waste more of my time?"

Kurt hastily walked over to Mercedes, who led him through a set of doors that led to the dressing rooms backstage. They walked in silence for a while, Kurt still terrified to speak after his encounter with Sue, before Mercedes spoke.

"Don't worry about Sue," She reassured him. "She's like that with everybody. Not exactly the most social of people, but she does a damn good job running this place."

"Why did she call you Aretha?" He asked, finally finding his voice.

"Oh, that." Mercedes seemed to have forgotten about it already, making Kurt wonder if it was an often occurrence with Sue. "She heard me singing once, and said that I reminded her of Aretha Franklin." Mercedes shone with pride at the compliment, grinning brightly. "It's the only compliment she's ever given me, but it still gives me shivers when I think that I could be a tenth as good as Aretha. Ah, here we are."

Kurt looked up at the door to his left to see 'Blaine Anderson' inscribed upon it.

"Wait here." Mercedes knocked gently and walked into the room, closing the door behind her. Kurt heard muffled voices on the other side of the door, and then silence. Suddenly, the door flew open and Kurt's heart stopped.


Yay yay yay! It will be Blaine POV next chapter, so we'll know how Blaine feels about all of this :)

Also, you may have noticed I've started naming my chapters, but if one is still left as 'Chapter _', it means I can't think of one so feel free to submit ideas in your reviews :)

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