“That. Was. Awesome!” Kurt’s enthusiastic endorsement of their performance meant more to Corinne than the thundering applause that had barely died down from the ballroom. “You even have the bagel hair!”
She laughed. “Yes, yes I do.” And had that been a challenge to execute. But absolutely worth it for the look of total enchantment on her son’s face. “You know, Tucker picked the music special for you.”
Kurt swung toward him, dark eyes big and round in surprise. “Really?”
“Really.” Tucker ruffled his hair, crouching down in the short, Episode IV style tunic Luke had worn. Corinne had been privately disappointed he hadn’t gone with Han Solo. With his swagger, he’d have made a great scoundrel. But he’d made the reasonable argument that Han had never carried a lightsaber, so Babette from Bri
