This week was a big week. It was finally time for Kurt and Rachel's NYADA audition, the very moment that would pretty much define the rest of their lives. That was pretty much all Blaine could think about as he sat in plastic seats in the auditorium watching Kurt perform "Music of the Night" from Phantom of the Opera. Kurt was just amazing. His voice was so pure and beautiful. He was sure to get into NYADA. They were fools if they didn't accept him. As the music ended, Blaine stood up and clapped his hands.
"Fantastic! I loved it!" Blaine exclaimed.
"I don't know…" Kurt sighed. "My entire future's riding on this audition It has to be perfect. What if I sequian my cape? Or if I sang it in german? Or I did it in the nude?" he suggested.
"What?" Blaine questioned. Even though he personally loved to see his boyfriend naked, he didn't think that the stage was an appropriate place to see it.
"I'm serious." Kurt argued. "I've always been ahead of the curve and my audition has to show that and right now, it's too safe. It's too predictable. It's boring. I'm bored!" He exclaimed.
"I think you're overthinking this…" Blaine said trying to calm his panicking boyfriend down, before being cut off by Tina.
"Excuse me, my foot fell asleep. I can't feel it at all. Can I go walk it off?" She asked.
"Yeah, sure."Kurt replied with a wave of his hand. "And thanks!" he added as she walked away. Kurt turned back towards Blaine and started pacing. "Okay, I'm starting from scratch. I need something fresh. I need something edgy, something completely unpredictable." Kurt said. "Or maybe I just need more candles?"
"Oh god no.." Blaine exclaimed. "No more candles…" he muttered. The auditorium was literally filled with so many candles already that Blaine was pretty sure it was considered a fire hazard. "Come on, you need a break and I have to be home before Annie and Lucas get home." Kurt nodded and walked off of the stage. They made it a few steps before realizing something really important.
"We should blow out the candles, shouldn't we?" Kurt said.
"Yeah, that would probably be a good idea." Blaine agreed. They walked back up and blew out everyone of the hundreds of candles occupying the auditorium stage. After that they went their separate ways and headed home. When Blaine got there, Kim was once again just leaving. The hospital was really packing these night shift onto her.
"Work again?" he asked.
"Uhh yes…" She groaned. "Sami is napping, Charlie is out with a friend...for once and she's a good friend. She didn't smell like alcohol or pot."
"Well that's a good sign." Blaine added.
"Could you please take Annie to ballet tonight AT 4:30 ? I swear, I'll pay you!" Kim begged.
"You don't have to pay me." Blaine laughed. "That's a big brother's job. I'd be happy too."
"You are a lifesaver." Kim said as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'll check in later okay."
"Okay, talk you later mom."Blaine replied, the word slipping out of his mouth. Kim smiled and waved. Blaine took a deep breath. Actually, it felt pretty normal to call Kim that. He should do it more often. He plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv. He knew that with his siblings all he would get to watch tonight was Disney Channel. Blaine love a good episode of "Good Luck Charlie" as much as the next guy, but sometimes he just need a little grown up television. It was about fifteen minutes before he heard feet running up the yard.
"Really? I didn't even get one show in." He mumbled. Annie and Lucas ran in and looked around.
"Blaine!" Annie exclaimed. "Where's Kim?"
"Working. It's just me tonight." He told her.
"So you get to take me to ballet?" She asked.
"Yup." Blaine replied.
"Oh yay! You get to see me dance." Annie exclaimed. Blaine nodded and just like clockwork Sami started to scream her head off.
"You guys start your homework and I'll be back." Blaine told them. They both nodded and sat down at the kitchen table and pulled out their various books and folders. Blaine walked up the stairs and into Sami's room. She was standing up in her crib with her pacifier hanging loosely out of her mouth.
"Hi!" Blaine said sweetly as he walked over to the crib. He picked her up and instantly could feel the heaviness in her diaper. He grimaced as the smell hit him as well. He held her at arms length and walked over to the changing table and laid her down. He pulled off her pants and undid the tabs of her diaper. What was inside was so disgusting that Blaine literally leaned to the side and gagged.
"Oh God, Sami that is so gross!" He exclaimed. The little girl only giggled in response. He began working through the mess and realize that the disgusting contents of her diaper had spread up her back as well. "Eww...you need a bath." he groaned. He stripped Sami's clothes off of her and walked into the bathroom. With one hand he started the bathwater and let it run. When it was full, he went to put her in, but stopped. He couldn't put her in the bathtub with all of that gross stuff on her and then give her a bath. He needed to clean it off. He opened the drawer where the washcloths were and it was empty. He groaned and walked downstair with Sami still at an arm's length and made his way to the drawer in the kitchen where they had more washcloths. IT was empty as well.
"Blaine, what are you doing?" Annie asked.
"Trying to clean Sami off." Blaine responded.
"Why don't you do that in the bathroom?" She asked.
"The bathroom? Why didn't I think of that!" Blaine said sarcastically. He looked to the paper towel hold and it was empty as well. KIm really needed to do wash and go grocery shopping. With no other options he stood Sami in the sink and took the sprayer and cleaned her off.
"Eww, Kim does dishes in that sink." Annie groaned.
"Annie, just do your homework!" Blaine shot back. When he had finished cleaning Sami off, he ran up the stairs with a dripping wet baby and plopped her down in the tub.
"There." Blaine sighed. He knelt down and took a deep breathe. Crisis Averted, that was until he felt the hot bath water splash all over him.
"Sami!" He scolded. The little girl laughed and continued to splash him more. Blaine just rolled his eyes and cleaned her off. Afterwards, he dressed her in new clothes and changed into a nice pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He literally did not care anymore. When he looked at the clock, he saw that it was already 4;20. "Shit, we're going to be late." he groaned. He rushed down the stairs and saw that Annie was dressed in her ballet outfit. "Oh thank god you're ready, come on." He and the three younger children rushed out to his car and drove to Annie's ballet class. They got there at 4;28 mainly because Blaine was speeding, but they weren't late. Once inside the studio, Annie hurried over to join her class and Blaine took a seat in the waiting area with Sami and Lucas. It was then when he heard a familiar voice.
"Well, if it isn't Blaine Anderson." the voice said. Blaine turned and there was Sebastian.
"What are you doing here?" Blaine groaned.
"My little sister." He replied. "I didn't know you had siblings, unless you're here to watch your girly boyfriend dance."
"Shut up Sebastian. Just leave me alone." Blaine told him.
"No need to be rude Blaine. I'm stuck here just like you." Sebastian said.
"I don't mind being here. I would actually like to see my sister dance." Blaine told him.
"Well, I'm bored. Who's this?" He asked pointing to Sami.
"My other sister Sami." Blaine told him.
"Can I hold her?" Sebastian asked.
"Uhh, she's pretty shy, but sure." Blaine said hesitantly. Surprisingly, Sami went to Sebastian. He bounced her up in the air in his arms and got her giggling. Then all of a sudden Sami spit up all over Sebastian's face and Dalton uniform. Sebastian handed Sami back to Blaine and then got up and walked away to clean himself. Blaine waited until Sebastian left to laugh. He totally deserved it.
"Sami, give me a high five." He told her. She smiled and high-fived his hand. For the rest of the class, Blaine watched Annie dance and when she was finished they went home and Blaine made dinner. Pasta, his specialty and he only think he could actually cook. After that he put all the little kids to bed and settled into bed himself. It had been a long day. The next two days consisted of taking care of his sibling and helping Kurt to completely redo his audition number. Finally, it was audition day. Blaine sat out in the audience with Mr Shue and the infamous Carmen Tibideaux. Kurt was first. He came out to the middle of the stage. Blaine could tell he was nervous.
"Hello, I'm Kurt Hummel and I'll be performing "Music of the NIght" from the seminal Phantom of the Opera by Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber." Kurt said. "Which I bet you hear a lot of… that song"
"That, "The Impossible Dream" from La Mancha and "Being Alive" from Company, yes" Miss Tibideaux replied in a monotonous voice.
"It's a safe and standard choice, which is why I have decided to change things up a little bit." Kurt began. "Here, in the eleventh hour, I've decided to go in a different direction, something that's a little more out there, but much more me, "Not the Boy Next Door" from the Peter Allen biographical musical "The Boy from Oz"" Kurt took off his cape and and mask and started to sing. He sounded amazing. Then all of a sudden, he ripped off his suit and underneath was a black dress shirt and incredibly tight gold pants. He was amazing as he dance around the stage and on piano. This was definitely the right direction and was sure to get him into NYADA. They clapped for Kurt at the end, but stopped quickly, not wanting to upset Miss Tibideaux.
"You know Hugh Jackman won a Tony for playing Peter Allen." Carmen Tibideaux said. Kurt nodded his head frantically. "Hugh Jackman trained with me the summer I was in residence at the Sydney Opera House and I'm certain that he would have been as impressed with what you did with that song as I am." Kurt let out a sigh of relief. "A bold choice young man, I commend you for taking such a risk today."
"Thank you." Kurt breathed out before running off the stage. It was Rachel's turn now. Kurt rushed out to the audience and found Blaine while Rachel got ready.
"You were amazing!" Blaine whispered to Kurt as he pulled him into hug. Then they sat back and waited for Rachel. While they waited, Finn joined them. Then Carm
"Hi I'm Rachel Berry and I'll be singing "Don't Rain on my Parade" from my favorite musical, Funny Girl." She said. The music started and Rachel began to sing. She got halfway through first versus when she screwed up the lyrics. "I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry. Let me just start over one more time." She said before telling the band to start from the beginning. This time she only made it through the first line.
"Oh God…"Finn said.
"This isn't happening." Kurt added.
"I so sorry. I don't understand. I know this song backwards. I know this...okay, please let me just do it one more time. I can start over." Rachel said.
"No." Carmen Tibideaux said.
"Excuse me." Rachel said, tears in her eyes.
"You get eight bars. I gave you sixteen." Miss Tibideaux continued. "Do you know what happens when you forget the words on Broadway? They give the job to your understudy. I'm very sorry, but this audition is over."
"No please…" Rachel cried. "Just give me one more chance." But, Miss Tibideaux didn't listen. She left and the lights turned out on the stage. Rachel collapsed on the stage in complete sobs. All four of them went down to her and Finn pulled Rachel into his arms. After a few moments, Rachel pulled away from him.
"I just want to be alone." She cried before running off.
"I feel so bad for her." Kurt said to Blaine.
"I know…" Blaine sighed. He could only hope that Rachel would be able to deal with this. Who knows, she could still get into NYADA. Nothing was impossible.
The following week, Rachel was still upset, but she was better. She claimed that she was just focusing on Prom, but Blaine could see underneath her mask. She was still so hurt and angry, mostly at herself. Mr. Shue began rehearsal by talking about them at Prom before turning the floor over to Brittany who had an announcement.
"Hello fellow Americans." She said with her typical Brittany smile. "The theme for this years prom will be…dinosaurs." The glee club was confused. Dinosaurs. Was that even a theme? "I was inspired by the new girl Joe who looks like a cable man. The refreshments will be berries, meat and rainwater. As you are all well aware, the US presidential elections are riddled with corruption. Therefore, to keep the prom elections completely va board I chosen Santana and Quinn to count the ballots."
"What? That makes no sense?" Kurt objected.
"Shut it Richard Simmons, yes, Quinn's my homegirl, but I don't trust her and you know she doesn't trust me." Santana retorted.
"We'll keep each other honest." Quinn clarified.
"You know, it's actually not a bad idea." Mercedes admitted.
"And last, but not least, all hair gel has been banned from the Prom." Brittany stated. Blaine literally laughed out loud at that.
"Right!" He laughed.
"I'm actually not joking." Brittany told him. "Hair gel wasn't invented until way after the upper pyrolytic stone age...and frankly I don't like the way you look." She added. "Therefore, anyone who shows up to Prom wearing hair gel will be turned away at the door. I hereby degree this to be the best prom...ever." Brittany declared.
"Okay...let's start thinking of some dinosaur songs." Mr Shue announced before turning them loose to do just that. After glee rehearsal, Kurt and Blaine noticed Rachel and Finn fighting in the hallway, followed by Rachel storming off to the auditorium. Blaine and Kurt gave each other a look and then followed her. The notes of "Big Girls Don't Cry" echoes through the auditorium and they each found a chair and joined her in song. When the song was over it was silent for a moment.
"Rehearsing for Prom?" Blaine asked. "Because, I love that song, but it's kind of a downer, don't you think?"
"It's just how I'm feeling right now, okay." Rachel said quickly. "I don't want to watch Finn and Quinn get Prom King and Queen and I don't want to watch him dance with her! I know she can't really dance anymore, but… I'm sorry. You know what I mean."
"She's right. Prom sucks. I don't want to go either." Kurt added.
"Well, you have to go. You're the reigning Prom Queen. You have to crown the next one." Blaine told him.
"As much as I love a good coronation...I can't risk it. With this school's strong and insane tradition of write in ballots, I could easily get elected Prom Queen again. I know I put on a brave face last year, but it was humiliating and had I known, I would have worn a full kilt." Kurt replied.
"How do you think I feel with Brittany's insane ban on hair gel?" Blaine said. "It's Prom! There's going to be balloons all over the place, not to mention the tapheda, and the silk bens. The sheer amount of static electricity in that room is going to be terrifying."
"That's crazy." Kurt said sarcastically with a smirk across his face.
"You've never seen my hair without gel. It's baby hair fine. I"m going to look like Medusa!" Blaine exclaimed. "It's not funny. I don't want to go." he pouted.
"Well, if we're all going to be so miserable about it, who says we have to go?" Kurt offered.
"That's true." Blaine said. "We could have a party, just the three of us, or anyone else who doesn't want to go."
"That's a great idea!" Rachel said.
"I'm on board as long as there is no spin the bottle and you two are far away from one another. I just might have to punch you if you kiss him again Rachel." Kurt said.
"Hey! He kissed me back!" She said in defensive.
"That's not fair. I was way drunker than you." Blaine argued. "Come on Kurt, you know I'm a lightweight!"
"Yeah, my toilet knows you're a lightweight too from how much you puked in it." Kurt laughed. Rachel wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Anyway...I guess we can have the party at my place," Rachel suggested.
"Or maybe we could get a room at the Red Rooster express." Kurt suggested.
"That's even better!" Rachel squealed. "It's all set." Later that day, they told the rest of the glee club, but it didn't seem like many people were interested, but whatever it would still be fun. They hoped anyway. The night of Prom, Mr. Shue had after school rehearsal to practice. When it was over Kurt went with Blaine back to his house. They went through the front door and sitting in the living room next to Kim was Tom, his foster dad.
"Tom?" Blaine asked surprised. "Why are you home?"
"Kim needed to talk to me." Tom said.
"Blaine, honey, I really need to talk to Tom, but without you kids here. Do you think that you could watch the younger kids? Charlie is out with her friend again." Kim asked.
"Well...I sort of had plans with a few friends myself." Blaine said quietly.
"Please! It's wouldn't be for long. Hour max. I promise!" Kim begged. Blaine looked to Kurt and he nodded as a signal to say that he should do it.
"Okay, I'll go get them." Blaine said. He went upstairs and rounded up Annie, Lucas, and Sami and then brought them downstairs. They headed out to the car and everyone buckled up.
"So, where are we headed?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know, ice cream?" Blaine suggested.
"What do you think guys?" Kurt asked. "Is ice cream okay?"
"Yes!" Annie and Lucas said in unison. Blaine drove down to the ice cream parlor and order three vanilla cones for the kids, a strawberry cone for himself and upon Kurt's insistence, a non-fat vanilla for him. They sat outside and Annie and Lucas licked their cones happily while Sami sat on Kurt's lap, her face covered in vanilla ice cream.
"You're worried. Do you think there's something wrong?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know. Tom is like never home. He even sleeps at the office sometimes." Blaine said. "What if they don't have enough money to take care of all of us anymore? I'm the oldest they would probably kick me out."
"You know Kim would never let that happen. She loves you like a son." Kurt said.
"I know...I just can't help, but think that" Blaine confessed. Kurt laid a hand on Blaine's knee sympathetically and just smiled. After they all had finished their ice cream, they went back and Kim and Tom had finished talking. Neither of them looked man so Blaine was hoping that it was about nothing.
"Thank you honey. You can go to your party now." KIm told him. Blaine smiled, gave his mom and hug and then left with Kurt. They drove over to the Red Rooster Express. It turns out that the only people to show up was Rachel, Puck and Becky. So, things were pretty boring. They actually settled on watching crappy television. It was awful. While the were watching tv, someone knocked on the door. They all assumed it was Becky's shrimp cocktail, but it was actually Finn.
"Hey Becky." Finn said. "Where's Rachel?"
"She's been in the bathroom for forty-five minutes." Becky told him. "I'm guessing the runs." Just as Becky said that, Rachel opened up the bathroom door in her pale pink prom dress.
"Alright, let's let the anti-prom fashion extravaganza begin." She announced.
"Hi." Finn said, completely in awe of Rachel.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him.
"Well, I'll keep it simple. I love you. You're beautiful. Prom sucks without you." Finn replied as he handed the pink corsage over to Rachel and leaned in to kiss her. "Prom sucks without all you guys." Finn added. "This is the last time we're going to be together like this. I want to dance with my fiance. I want to dance with my friends."
"Well, I'll just pretend to be an ice sculpture if Brittany sees me and then she'll just pass me by." Blaine said as he and Kurt got up from the bed and headed for the door. Rachel asked Puck and Becky to come to, but they declined. So, they left the Red Rooster Express and headed over to they walked in, Blaine had to admit. This dinosaur prom actually looked pretty cool. They just got in the doorway, when Brittany came over to him. He tense up and genuinely tried to look like an ice sculpture, but it didn't work.
"No, sorry Blaine. I said no hair gel remember. I can totally smell it." Brittany said before Santana pulled her away to dance. Kurt leaned over to him and said. "You can do this." Blaine glared Brittany's direction before heading off to the bathroom. He dunked his head in the sink once he was there and washed the gel out. He didn't even have a brush or a comb. It looked awful. It looked like an afro for goodness sakes! He hated his hair. It was the thing his father used to hold him by, while he punched him and what the bullies used to spit spit balls and throw their gum into. Kurt often jokes about his gel helmet, but that's what it truly was. It was to keep him safe and now he felt more vulnerable than ever. Blaine walked back into the gym and could immediately feel the eyes and glares on him. He frantically searched until he found Kurt.
"Oh my dear god…"Kurt said completely baffled.
"Don't make fun of the new kids with the bad fro. It's hair bullying." Brittany to Kurt.
"That's not a new kid. That's Blaine without hair gel." Kurt replied.
"Is it really that bad?" Blaine whimpered.
"Yeah, you're a mr. Broccoli head." Brittany told him. Blaine subconscious reached up and tried to push down her curls.
"It's not that bad." Kurt said trying to make him feel better for Brittany cut him off.
"Yeah it is. It's really bad and you made your point. I abused my power as president, but in help save the prom and to keep people from turning to stone when they look at you, I'll give you special permission to wear hair ." Brittany said.
"I'll be right back." Blaine said quickly before trying to run out of the gym.
"Don't you dare." Kurt yelled after him. "I love finally getting to see the real you; the man without the product and I want everyone here to know just how proud I am of my brave, handsome, bushy haired boyfriend." Kurt told him. Blaine smiled and took Kurt's hand. "Come on Borat."
After that Figgin's called all of the Prom King and Queen nominees up onto stage. Finn was crowned Prom King and then Rachel was crowned Prom Queen. At first, she was frantic, worrying if it was a joke or not, but it wasn't. She had really won. Finn and Rachel began to dance as Santana and Quinn sung. Then during the song, with the help of the microphone stand, Quinn stood up. It was a miracle. Everything was finally turning out amazing. Kurt and Blaine dance together all night and had a wonderful time. Now, all they had left was Nationals and then graduation. This year was running out, but at least they had their whole lives to look forward too.