Kurt bounced nervously on his toes.
"Will you calm down?" Blaine asked. "She's just a person!"
Kurt gave him a glaring look. "Barbra Streisend is NOT just a person!" Kurt said, complete seriousness on his face. "She's a goddess."
"She still puts her pants on one leg at a time," Blaine said, laughing.
"Yes, but they're some pretty fabulous pants," Kurt said. "Ugh, if only we could take her back to McKinley and everyone could witness her greatness. With a weapon like her behind us, we would win nationals again this year for sure!" Kurt said.
"First of all, you don't go to McKinley anymore. Second of all, that's called kidnapping and is against the law," Blaine said.
Kurt rolled his eyes.
Barbra was in Cincinatti to sing with the symphony orchestra. The only problem was that tickets sold out in a matter of seconds, leaving Kurt and Blaine to just stand at the stage door, hoping to get a glimpse of the diva herself. The show was long over, and the crowd was now thick with people. It was dark, and a bit chilly, but there was excitement in the air. The door opened and everyone gasped, but all that appeared was a portly security guard. The crowd groaned. It was a few more minutes until the door opened and the same gasp was heard, this time followed by screams. It was Barbra!
"Ms. Streisend, I love you so much! You're amazing!" Kurt yelled.
Much to both Kurt and Blaine's surprise, she turned around and looked Kurt right in the eye. "Thank you, darling!" she said. She beelined for her limo, got in, and was taken away into the night.
Kurt turned to Blaine with a shocked, overjoyed look on his face. "Barbara. Talked. To. Me," Kurt said quietly.
"I know. Congratulations," Blaine said, taking Kurt by the arm.
"I will never be the same," Kurt whispered quietly.
"I know," Blaine said, patting his arm. His boyfriend might have been a little crazy sometimes, but he loved him nonetheless.