Blaine met Thad in the bathroom, and listened to him through muffled ears and tired eyes. None of what he was saying had any meaning. He was done. He was ready to go out there and face the music, literally.

"You have to win, Blaine." He concluded, shaking him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah sure." Blaine stated.

He clapped him on the shoulder, and paced out of the room, where Blaine was left to his own thoughts. He stared in the mirror, his breath heavy and uneven. He looked terrible. He hastily turned on the water, and dipped his hands into the cool stream. Lowering his head, he let his hands ghost over the ridges of his tired face, feeling the cold water begin to work on him. He breathed, pulling his face from the water. He couldn't do this anymore. He had to find Kurt and tell him to put an end to all this. His plans weren't working. He'd tried everything. Blaine reached for a dry towel to dry his face. He sighed at his reflection as he dabbed his face dry.

And then door crashed open. Blaine jumped, spinning around to see who it was.

"Kurt?" He yelped.

"Blaine!" Kurt looked surprised, his eyes were red and puffy like he'd been crying. He purposely forced his gaze away from Blaine's, and gestured towards the stalls. "I was just- going to use the bathroom... so I'll just see you in a minute-"

"Kurt, stop." Blaine insisted. He glanced down to see that Kurt had an outfit prepared for the event. He was dressed in all black; Blaine found it reminiscent of his Blackbird performance. But this time he was wearing mostly leather... or pleather or something, what ever it was, Blaine liked it. He had a Gaga-esque grouping of metal spikes on his right shoulder, and a tight fitting black blazer and black tie. On his legs were a skintight pair of leather pants, and knee high boots that had at least a two inch heal. Blaine forgot why he was mad. He nearly started drooling. They locked eyes for a moment and a droplet of water surged down Blaine's face from a loose curl. Kurt's intense hazel eyes sprung new tears, and he forced his lip to stop quivering. It took a moment for Blaine to register Kurt's tears.

"Why are you crying?" Blaine took a step closer to his boyfriend. Finally feeling Kurt's pain rip through his heart.

"I- I can't do this." Kurt shook his head, wringing his hands together.

"Kurt-" Blaine was shocked. He never would have anticipated this. After all of his confident talk he never would have guessed Kurt was afraid.

"No. No, I just can't do this to you. In front of everyone... and what I've done to you... at practice..." The tears were rolling freely down his cheeks now.

Blaine took another step towards the sullen boy. "It's ok, Kurt."

"I'm so sorry." Kurt watched his tears fall to the tiled floor. "I'm so sorry I did this to you. I'm just so scared."

"What are you scared about?" Blaine asked calmly, taking one final step, and curling his arms around his boyfriend's waist. Kurt's head fell immediately to Blaine's shoulder, his fingers grasping tightly at the lapel of his blazer.

"Santana and Puck said..." Kurt made a small hiccup into Blaine's jacket, and Blaine couldn't help but smile. "That if I didn't do anything, you'd go find someone else. " And then he frowned. He pushed Kurt back a step so he could lock eyes with him.

"That I'd what?"

"If I wasn't sexy enough for you, you'd leave me. And if I didn't... do 'it' with you... you'd go find it somewhere else." Kurt breathed several sharp intakes, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Kurt- you don't think," Blaine stared at him, dumbfounded as he tried to find a retort, "listen to me. I would never, never, leave you for something like that." Kurt stared at him with anticipation. "You are... literally the most beautiful boy I've ever met."

Kurt shook his head, clutching his hands at his chest, new tears pouring from his eyes.

"No, Kurt look at me. Look at me." Blaine pleaded, his eyes filling with warm tears. He couldn't believe the things he was hearing. All the things that must have passed through Kurt's head. It made him sick to think he'd caused him so much unnecessary pain and worry. "I'm with you, because of who you are. And I would never pressure you- or, or cheat on you because I don't think your sexy- which happens to be a lie!"

Kurt cried harder. And Blaine forced himself not to. He needed to get his point across.

"I think you're amazing. And you're smart, and you make an incredible crème brûlée. And you know what? This entire day, I haven't stopped thinking about you." Blaine curled his hand around Kurt's cheek. The tears fell silently out of Kurt's beautiful eyes, and Blaine prayed that what he was saying was getting though. "Which isn't really saying much because I... think about you every day."

"I shouldn't have put you though all this." Kurt clamped his eyes shut and leaned into Blaine's touch.

"No, I shouldn't put you through this. I should have never said that to you." He said, referring to the warehouse. Blaine placed his other hand on Kurt' remaining cheek, and leaned in to touch their foreheads. "You are extremely sexy, Kurt." Blaine smiled sweetly. He swiped Kurt's tears away with his thumbs, and gently leaned in to kiss him. Kurt reciprocated longingly, curling his fingers around Blaine's forearms. They both inhaled deeply, letting the silence and warmth overtake them. As he moved his lips he could feel the wet contact of Kurt's tears between their cheeks and it made his stomach lurch. Kurt pulled away slowly letting his exhale curl around the space between them. They stood there for a moment, reveling in the comfort of one another, drinking the renewed feeling of wholeness.

"Kurt, please promise me to never, ever take relationship advise from Santana. Or Puck for that matter- didn't he get a girl pregnant?"

Kurt nodded his head, staring at Blaine's tie.

"Kurt... it's not about them. It's not about what they want, or what they think is best. It's about what you feel that matters." Blaine rubbed careful circles in Kurt's cheek. He wanted Kurt to feel powerful again. He wanted him to be himself.

"So... you don't... hate me?" Kurt breathed, tears leaking out of his hazel eyes.

"Why would I hate you?" Blaine asked incredulously.

"For doing all this to you. I mean... I'm surprised you're even talking to me." Kurt shook his head, failing to meet his eyes with Blaine.

"Kurt. Don't talk like that..." Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's neck and kissed his forehead. "I started all this, and I don't want you to feel guilty for doing something about it."

Kurt sniffed, breaking his contact with Blaine's arm to wipe some of the excess tears off his face. Blaine smiled softly, pulling Kurt in tighter. "Now... I want you to do that dance."

"Wha- what?" Kurt abruptly stopped rubbing his eye, and his eyebrows shot up. "You want me to...?"

"Kurt, I will lose my mind... even more than I already have, if I don't see what you have prepared for me. And you've probably worked pretty hard on it."

Kurt smiled at Blaine's tie again. "Yeah... I have, but-"

"You are... gorgeous... and the way you perform, god I think my heart stopped when you sang Candles with me." Blaine's heart fluttered when he thought about it. Kurt met his boyfriend's eyes, smiling. "I can't possibly fathom that I'd be disappointed by this don't have to do it in front of everyone else... I just... really want to see you do what you do best. Though, at this point, I don't really care if I get a boner in public... as long as it's for you."

"Blaine." Kurt laughed and nuzzled his nose against Blaine's cheek. "That's the weirdest thing anyone's ever said to me... I'll do it."

Blaine inhaled, his heart bursting from the warm joy radiating off of Kurt's face.

"I mean," Kurt rubbed his nose, sniffling. "I know I'm good. That's a given." Kurt straightened, using his finger and thumb to move a strand of hair out of his face.

Blaine burst out laughing, and leaned into Kurt, snagging a warm kiss from his pink lips. They stood like that for a minute, just kissing languidly, hands exploring each other. It was perfect.

"Are you wearing eyeliner?" Blaine breathed against Kurt's lips.

"Yes. Do you like it?" Kurt said seductively.

"I love it." Blaine nipped at Kurt's lip initiating another kiss.

Bam!

The door burst open and someone was yelling. "Whoa! What happened to the deal?" Jeff laughed, swinging the door completely open.

Immediately they separated, staring in shock at the blond intruder.

"Jeff! Privacy?" Kurt yelled.

"Dude, it's the restroom. I'm surprised no one else has walked in on you!" Jeff took a step in, the door swinging shut behind him. "Anyway, I came looking for you two because Wes is getting anxious. I don't know what his problem is... I think secretly he wants to see your dance."

"What a deranged man." Kurt shook his head.

"Yeah so... are you guys coming?"

"Um..." Blaine started, glancing from Jeff to Kurt. "Kurt?"

"Yeah." Kurt smiled without hesitation. "I think he's ready to lose." Kurt winked in Blaine's direction, and Blaine could feel his blood traveling south.

"Oooo!" Jeff clapped, and held the door open them. "My man's gonna kill you, Blaine!"

"Oh shut up." Blaine grinned, rolling his eyes. He started walking until he realized that Kurt wasn't following.

"After you?" Blaine held out his hand.

"In a second. I have to do some touch ups. I'll be out in a minute."

"Ok." Blaine smiled at him, taking in how amazing he looked.

"Blaine? Come on, man." Jeff ushered. Blaine smiled widely at Kurt, and turned to leave, the door swinging closed behind him and Jeff. "Dude..."

"What?" Blaine asked as they wandered down to the entrance hall.

"Your boyfriend's a babe. I swear... if I liked men... I'd so tap that."

"Yeah... if you could not... talk about him like that. That'd be really awesome." Blaine stated awkwardly.

"Sorry." Jeff said still smiling.

Yaaaay! I finished part 2 for you guys!

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P.S. Can any of you guess what the song's going to be?