Blaine had never seen Kurt pull a suit out of his closet, except for Finn's funeral. This occasion was much lighter, but still something Kurt did not want to face. He stood in front of the mirror, straightening his tie and lint-rolling his lapel.
"Kurt, you need to relax. It's just the student parliament budget hearing," Blaine said. He helped fix Kurt's tie, which just wouldn't seem to sit straight.
"That's just it!" Kurt complained."The fate of the NYADA Glee club sits on this budget hearing."
"Well, when I was class president, I had to sit in on a bunch of these. They just ask you what you're going to use your money for. It's nothing you don't know," Blaine explained.
"But what if they think some of the things are silly? Or pointless?" Kurt asked.
"If they think that, they don't give you the money for those things. It's, unfortunately, as simple as that," Blaine replied.
Kurt stared at himself in the mirror, and then at Blaine. "You're not making me feel any better," he said.
"I know, and I'm sorry," Blaine said. He checked his watch. "You better get out of here. Get there early. You'll make a good impression," Blaine said. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"
"No, thanks, I'll be fine," Kurt said. He kissed Blaine and walked out the door.
A few hours later, and elated Kurt bounced through the door of the loft, ecstatic that their entire budget was approved. They decided to go out and splurge for dinner to celebrate.