Through space and time, always another show, wondering where I am, lost without you.
Blaine was cleaning the bedroom when he heard quite the ruckus crashing through the front door of the loft. He ran out into the living room, wielding a medium-sized glee club trophy to protect himself from an intruder, but he just found an elated, hyperactive Kurt, running around in circles. "Are you alright?" Blaine asked him.
Kurt attacked him in a hug. "We're going on tour!" Kurt yelled.
"Did Santana give you more headache medicine? Don't you remember what happened last time?" Blaine asked Kurt.
Kurt laughed. "Pamela Lansbury is going on tour! Well, a tour of New York clubs, but we're touring! We're getting a manager and we're having shirts made and everything!" Kurt yelled.
Blaine hugged him. "I'm so proud of you!" he said.
"And I want you at every single show that we do! The clubs are only a subway ride away! And I'll be home every night. But we're going on tour!" Kurt yelled the phrase over and over again.
"Let's go out to celebrate! How about burgers at that fun place we went to a few weeks ago?" Blaine asked.
"That would be amazing," Kurt replied. They walked down the stairs and out into the night air, both elated.