Kurt sat on his bed, wearing a suit with a purple tie, watching Rachel fix her hair in his vanity.
"Thanks for helping me get ready for tonight," she said. She was asked to sing at a night club in Cincinatti by the owners, who were friends of her dads'. It was a small, intimate jazz club, but it was her first professional gig.
"Not a problem," Kurt replied. "Are you nervous?"
"A little bit," she replied.
The door to Kurt's room flung open and Blaine stood in the doorway, wearing an adorable suit with a purple bowtie. "Hey!" he said happily. "Did I hear someone say that they're nervous for tonight?" he asked.
Rachel nodded. "I mean, I know it's going to be a bunch of my friends there, but there will be people I don't know. What if they don't like me?" she asked. She picked up her red lipstick and started to apply it.
Blaine stepped towards her. "Let me," he said. He took the lipstick from her and started applying it to her lips while he spoke. "Rachel, you are one of the most insanely talented people I have ever met, and I've met a ton of talented people. You are going to blow everyone away tonight, and if they're not impressed, then they're not worth impressing."
Kurt looked on with adoration in his eyes.
Blaine helped Rachel to her feet and admired the long, slinky, black dress that reached the floor. "You look beautiful," he said.
"Thanks. Kurt helped me pick it out," she said.
"Well Kurt has wonderful taste," Blaine said. He held out his arms and both Rachel and Kurt linked their arms with his on either side. They went downstairs to the car, on their way to an incredible night.