Oct. 13, 2011, 7:05 p.m.
Klaine In Love
...And the Living Is Easy: Arriving at the Big Easy
E - Words: 1,399 - Last Updated: Oct 13, 2011 Story: Complete - Chapters: 6/6 - Created: Sep 26, 2011 - Updated: Apr 13, 2022 829 0 2 0 0
"I don't understand, how do you do this all the time? This is terrible!" The plane had been experiencing turbulence for the past twenty minutes. To say that it made Kurt nervous would be an understatement. However, Blaine couldn't blame him; this was his first time on an airplane.
"Just 20 more minutes, then we'll land and you'll feel much better, trust me." Kurt nodded slowly and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. Across the aisle, Katie and Anna sat on either side of their Nana. On Blaine's left was a wannabe hipster, with a bad case of clich�-itis. When Kurt first saw him he couldn't help but make a comment on how 'mainstream' it is to be hipster these days. Blaine laughed and playfully warned him to be careful because he might get the stranger's clove smoke puffed in his face.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached the Louis Armstrong International Airport in beautiful New Orleans, Louisiana. The temperature is 87 degrees Fahrenheit. Clear skies. I'd like to thank you for flying with us and hope to see you all again soon." The pilot's raspy voice crackled over the PA system. Blaine placed a soft kiss on Kurt's head.
"Babe, we're here." Blaine lightly shook Kurt, who had just began to doze off. They filed out of the plane. Once safely inside the airport, Kurt let out air that he'd been holding in since they took off. "Welcome to N'Awlins, baby!" Blaine said trying to imitated the local dialect.
"Shh, all I want right now is to get as far away from airplanes as possible. Can we just get the girls and go?" Kurt really hated flying. It was his first time on a plane, but he hated every last second of it. They walked away from the terminal and met up with Nana, Anna, and Katie. As the group walked to the baggage claim, Blaine was getting restless with excitement.
"Kurt, we're here! In New Orleans! Together!" He grabbed Kurt's face and planted a rough kiss on him. Kurt pushed him away and darted his eyes around at the surrounding public. No one seemed disgusted or really even paying attention. With a slight smile, he leaned back in and gave Blaine a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips. "See, we're not in Ohio anymore! Granted Luisiana isn't the most liberal place in the world, but New Orleans is so carefree. Either people are indifferent or supportive." Blaine then leaned in so only Kurt could here, "Maybe we'll sneak into a few gay clubs too. Then there will be nothing we can't do in public!"
Kurt blushed and playfully pushed him back. They had been sexually active for about a month, and even still, they had only done it a handful of times. Between Blaine's sisters and Kurt's overly protective father, they barely had time alone. Kurt wasn't sure about this trip either. They were staying in a townhouse suite. Nana was staying in the master bedroom, the girls in their own room, and Blaine and Kurt in the third room. It's not that Kurt didn't want to enjoy every last inch of Blaine, it's just that the thought of a 7 year old and 13, oh wait she's 14 now, year old sleeping right across the hall made him a little nervous. If there was something Kurt learned about himself, it was that he could not be quiet if his life depended on it. And that would be a problem given their tight quarters.
Blaine couldn't tear his eyes away from Kurt. They best part about the middle of summer heat was that Kurt was less covered up. He wore thin, tight t-shirts, the occasional board shorts, and once he even saw him in swim trunks. Granted, he's seen Kurt completely naked, but something about him teasingly showing bits of skin in public, made it near impossible for Blaine to look at anything else. They gathered their bags. One each for Anna, Blaine, and Nana. Blaine laughed as he watched Katie and Kurt struggle with their three suitcases each. Blaine grabbed one of the largest from Kurt and a smaller one from Katie. "Sorry. Boyfriend gets priority." He said when she complained. She huffed and marched forward towards the cabs and shuttles.
The townhouse was gorgeous. Turns out Blaine and Kurt's room was nowhere near Katie and Anna's or Nana's. They were separated from the women by a kitchen, bathroom and common area. Blaine gave Kurt a knowing smirk when they discovered this. After a significant amount of time to unpack and change out of their traveling attire, they all gathered in the common room to discuss plans for the rest of the night. They settled on dinner at Galvez Restaurant and then heading back to the suite for a movie and an early night. Everyone was tired from the plane ride.
The restaurant was beautiful. Kurt was ecstatic when he got to order his food in Creole. He had learned a bit of the language before the trip. He already mastered French, which served as a great introductory to Creole. When they returned, they kept up with the theme and watched The Princess and the Frog. After some goodnights and Kurt reading a bedtime story to Anna, everyone went to bed.
"M�si pout�t ou, Blaine. I am having an amazing time already." Kurt whispered to Blaine as he crawled into bed.
"mmm, what does that mean?" Blaine nuzzled underneath Kurt's arm, cuddling up against his side.
"It means thank you. It's one of the phases I learned. Along with 'Mwen renmen ou'." Kurt kissed the top of Blaine's head.
"I think I know what that one means. I love you too, Kurtsie." Kurt could feel Blaine smirk against his side. "I should have learned some Creole or French, or something. I guess I'll just have to woo you in a language I do know."
"Honey, you already wooed me in English!" Kurt let out a small chuckle, his hand absent mindedly playing with Blaine's curls.
"No, I mean, Italian." Kurt looked at him confused. "I'm kinda fluent… I learned it when my parents first took us to Italy a few years ago, before I came out. After I did, my dad refused to take us to Europe, convinced it made me gay." Blaine let out a laugh, but was obviously tense. Kurt just pulled him in closer. "but I really liked the language, so I kept teaching it to myself. I'm surprised you never heard it."
"Can I right now?"
"siete la parte pi� bella della mia vita e mi piace tutto di te." Blaine said effortlessly as his fingers traced patterns along Kurt's torso.
"hmm, well, 'bella' means beautiful and 'vita' means life, and I assume it's about me. What does it mean?"
"Basically that you make my life beautiful and I love you." Blaine said, beaming.
"I think I like you speaking Italian! It's really sexy!" Kurt leaned his neck down and captured Blaine's lips in a kiss.
"Is that so? Poi, il mio amore, ti piacerebbe fare sesso?" Blaine didn't give Kurt a chance to ask for the translation. He lifted his leg over Kurt's hips, straddling the taller boy, and crashed their lips together.
Pulling back slightly, Kurt met Blaine's eyes. "I think in any language I am fully aware of what you asked for, and I must say that it is very undapper of you, sir!" he joked.
"I can't help it." Blaine said kissing along Kurt's jaw, "I've been wanting to touch you since we picked you up this morning. God, you look so amazing. If it weren't for my family being there, I probably would have done a whole lot more than kiss you in the airport!" Blaine made his way down Kurt's neck.
Kurt bit down on his bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. Knowing full well he would never be able to stay quiet, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's back and flipped them over. With a soft kiss on Blaine's forehead, he said, "As much as I would love to continue this, I am thoroughly exhausted from the trip. I promise I'll make it up to you tomorrow." He then rolled off of Blaine and pulled him back into their previous cuddling position.
"Fine," Blaine said with a sigh, "I'll just have to fuck you in my sleep."
Comments
I've been following you since day one of ILY on ff. Love this, it's so cute. Update soon?
Thank you! i am working on chapter two the second i finish my story for one of my Writing Classes