They'll never bring us down.
"Where are they?" Kurt asked. It was fifteen minutes from show time at one of Pamela Lansbury's gigs. So far the dressing room was empty, except for Kurt and Blaine.
"Are you sure they know that its tonight?" Blaine asked.
"Of course they do!" Kurt yelled. He checked his phone to find a text from Rachel.
"Santana and I have rehearsal until late. Sorry," it read.
He groaned. "I have to cancel the gig," Kurt said.
"Kurt, there are already people here. You can't do that," Blaine said.
"Well what do you expect me to do?" Kurt's phone buzzed again, this time with a text from Elliot.
"Stuck in traffic. Won't make it on time," it read.
"Well, we have a pretty decent repertoire. I'll sing with you," Blaine offered.
Kurt's face lit up. "You would do that?" he asked.
"Of course I would. It will be fun!" Blaine said. He grabbed a cocktail napkin off of the table and started jotting down a short set list that included "Perfect," "You Make Me Feel So Young," and, of course, "Teenage Dream."
Once the show was over, the boys ran back to the dressing room. "That was amazing!" Blaine said.
"And we didn't need those other guys," Kurt said.
"We should do this again sometime," Blaine offered.
"Hold on there, superstar. Lets see what people say about our show tonight, then we'll talk," Kurt said.
"Deal," Blaine said, laughing. They laced fingers and started the journey home.