Kurt's hand fisted into Blaine's shirt, needing something to hold onto and needing him closer. He couldn't wrap his mind around it, not at all. There was no reason it should have happened. His audition had been him at his very best, and he'd nailed it. He'd nailed it. He couldn't even be humble or modest about it, he had performed his heart out and he'd fucking nailed it.
It took a few minutes before he could catch his breath, subdue his tears well enough to be able to talk, but his voice sounded tight and hoarse and he just wanted it all to stop. "I just can't..."
His eyes squeezed shut as he thought, formed the words. "I thought... I'd thought... I was..." He shook his head, trailing off.