2013

18:02.
He said six, didn't he? Yeah, it was six … maybe he's running a little late.
18:08.
It's fine – there was probably traffic on his way home. Yeah, that's it – traffic.
18:14.
And you've refreshed the window a billion times and checked your internet connection and everything, but it all seems to be fine … except he isn't there. You sit there, staring forlornly at the lonely little

Hey, love! – sent at 18:01

on your screen. You're trying to hold back the emotion that's bubbling its way out of your chest and up your throat because you're not sure if it's going to manifest itself as laughing or crying or screaming, and you sure as hell don't want to find out. You're about to give up when
18:22, Kurt Hummel is online
pops up and nearly gives you a freaking heart attack.

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry! There was so much traffic on the way home! Just let me freshen up and I'll video call you, kay? Can't wait to see your beautiful face!

Sure :)

you reply, but you can't help but wonder what he's been up to to need to freshen up after keeping his boyfriend waiting … oh god, what if there's someone else? What if there's some hot theatre student in New York that you've got no hope of competing with and what if said hot theatre student just spent the last 20 minutes fucking the brains out of your boyfriend, who at least has the decency to 'freshen up' before skyping you to tell you that it's over between you and oh shit what if-

Incoming Video Call from Kurt Hummel

You force yourself to breathe in time to the rings to calm yourself down before clicking the 'accept' button. Too late you realise that you should've at least done something with your hair …
"Hi, babe," he murmurs, a soft smile gracing his freshly-moisturised lips, and all your fears and doubts vanish in a puff of smoke. Because it's Kurt,and he's here, and everything's going to be okay.
"Hi," and you're pretty sure your grin nearly cracks your face in half. "God, I've missed you," spills out before you can stop it and you're biting down on your lips to stop more silly things from spilling out, because of course you miss him, but it's Valentine's Day, and you were supposed to forget about the thousands of miles between you and pretend that you could spend the day with him.
"I-I've missed you too," and you think your heart breaks with his voice, and you find yourself reaching out to the screen to try and brush away the tears you can see welling up in his beautiful eyes.
"Don't cry, love! Oh please don't cry! I love you! Look – I got you a Valentine's Day present! I can't exactly give it to you right now, but look!" and you're babbling, anything to stop that glistening drop of moisture from spilling over. "See? It's a teddy bear! And it's got a little heart and I don't know if you can see it from there, but it says 'Blaine loves Kurt' on it, and it's got a little purple bow tie and tell me you like it! Do you like it?"
"Oh, Blaine, it's perfect! I'm going to call him McQueen … will you take care of him until I come home for Spring Break?"
"Of course! I'll pretend he's you and hug him and sleep with him every night … oh wait … that sounded wrong … not like that! Get your mind out of the gutter, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!" you yell, because he's positively cackling, and poor McQueen must be feeling violated.
"And on that note," he says, quirking his eyebrows in a mock-sultry fashion, "your present will have to wait until I get home, I'm afraid … and I'm afraid it might be rather … strenuous … so you'd better keep your strength up, d'you hear me?" And you simply nod fervently in response, unable to form words because the way his eyes have darkened over and the way he's positively eye-fucking the camera has turned your brain to mush. The corner of his mouth curls up into a smile then, and his eyes soften. "I've got to go now, darling, but I love you. So much."
"I love you too. Come home soon?"
"The time will fly, baby, I promise. Just hug McQueen whenever you miss me, kay?" You just nod again, burying your face in the soft fur.
"Bye, love," he says, blowing a kiss towards you. You can't help reaching out and catching it, pressing it dorkliy to your lips. He giggles and repeats your motion as you blow him one back.
"Bye," and then he's gone and you're just staring at a blank screen.
You lie back on your bed, nuzzling into the teddy. Well, at least you know Kurt's got something … ahem … fun planned for Spring Break. And you try to tell yourself to get your mind out of the gutter, but, hey, who's going to know?