A/N: This story has taken on a life of its own. It's a little more fantastical than I originally planned, but my muse goes where it wants to go. It's still headed for the make-out scene in the car before the wedding. It's just taking a little while to get there. In my head, Blaine and Kurt need a proper amount of time to really get to that place again. Thank you for all the kind reviews! Enjoy another chapter. :)

Kurt couldn't really believe what was happening. One of his biggest idols, Barbara Streisand, was pulling him into her car. To get on a private jet. To go home to Blaine.

"Ms. Streisand... I can't believe that you're doing this for me! I mean I just met you in the airport an hour ago."

"You are a young man very much in love. One with a fantastic fashion sense, I might add," She chuckled. "I couldn't look at myself if I didn't get you home to that boy as soon as humanly possible. My jet is at a private airport in White Plans, New York. It'll take us about an hour to get there. So we'll get there about 11am. Now, I talked to Carl, and he filed a flight plan to Ada. We won't be able to leave White Plains until noon, so that gets us to Ada at about 4pm. Do you need to call someone to come pick you up?"

"Wow...yes...um, yeah. My Dad." Kurt pulled out his phone, dialed his dad's cell.

"Dad? Hey. Listen, you're not going to believe this..."

Blaine was barely getting through the school day. He still hadn't heard back from Kurt. It was funny... thinking about seeing Kurt, there had been many times that he'd imagined messing around with him, kissing him like crazy. But right now, all he wanted to do was hold him. Just hold onto him and never let go. Hold his hand, hug him, look into his eyes. Being sexual with Kurt was amazing, but he knew that this was a sign of just how deep his love for Kurt went. He used all that stuff to connect with him even more, sure. But he swore if he could cuddle with Kurt right now, if he could put his arms around that beautiful boy, he'd never, ever let go.

He had taken his lunch into the choir room. He really didn't feel like eating, but he knew he needed to. And he didn't feel like being around the entire school right now considering the mood he was in. Blaine felt his phone go off, again. He ripped it out of his pocket.

Hey, hun. Looks like I'm going to be able to get home tonight, after all! But I just talked with my dad, and he has an after hours appointment with the oncologist at 8pm tonight in Columbus, and I really want to go with him.

Blaine's phone went off with a second text from Kurt.

So, can we just rehearse tomorrow right before the wedding? Is that ok? What are your plans after school, can I call you then?

Blaine smiled. Kurt WAS coming home. He just wasn't going to get to see him tonight. That was ok. He could wait until tomorrow. Well... barely. He typed back.

Yeah, that's fine. I totally understand you needing to go with your dad. I have glee after school until 5pm. You can call me after that. :)

Blaine felt a little bit better. Kurt wasn't blowing him off, and he did remember Burt saying something about having an appointment in Columbus this week. He must've just forgotten to tell Kurt, or Kurt assumed they'd be going right home when his plane got in. He'd see him soon.

Kurt was getting a private plane with Barbara Streisand. He still couldn't really believe what was happening.

"So, Kurt. What's your plan for when you get home? Are you going to find Blaine right away?" Barbara smiled at him. She reallywasenjoying this!

"Well, I texted Blaine on the way over here to let him know we couldn't rehearse tonight. And we can't, my dad has an appointment in Columbus that I really want to go to. We have to leave Lima at 6. But, my dad is picking me up at 4 at Ada, and it takes about a half hour to get from Ada to Lima. So that gives me an hour and a half. So I'm going to drop my Dad off at home, and take my car to my high school. Blaine is a senior, he has glee practice until 5, so he'll be almost done with practice by the time I get there, I'm going to surprise him."

Kurt took a breath. "I'm going to take him into the auditorium, and tell him everything. We won't have a lot of time, like 45 minutes, but it's enough time to tell him how I feel, and tell him that I forgive him, and that I want to be with him again. Sam said he's really hurting, so I need to tell him as soon as I can. And considering you're getting me to Lima so early, it gives me a chance to do that. I won't have to wait until tomorrow. You're a godsend, Barbara Streisand."

At that moment, the plane started moving. They were leaving, right on time.

"I guess it's noon," she said. "Kurt, I'm so glad I met you today. I needed a little faith in humanity, and you've provided me with that. It's hard sometimes, remembering that there are genuinely amazing people in this world who really love one another. As I've gotten older, sometimes my cynical nature gets the best of me. But not today." She smiled.

"So, Kurt Hummel, huge fan. Picture time?"

Kurt grinned. "Yes! Absolutely! And if you don't mind, I'm going to be a total geek and ask for your autograph for me and my friend Rachel. If it's possible, she might be an even bigger fan than I am."

Barbara laughed. "Of course! We have four hours together, darling. I'm taking this plane all the way to LA once we've dropped you off in Ohio. Considering the reminder and joy you've given me today, I am glad to do anything you need."

Kurt took out his phone, and posed for a few pictures with Barbara Streisand. BARBARA STREISAND. This was all so surreal for him. But, if this was really happening, and he was really going to get home to Blaine via his idol, who was he to argue? It was fate. Blaine was his fate. He smiled for the camera.