It was 7:30pm and Kurt was still sitting at his desk, staring at his inbox.

“Don’t leave until you receive that file from LA, Kurt. I have to leave now for Barcelona, so I won’t have email and Paris is expecting those images for Monday’s launch,” Isabelle barked at him as she was packing her Louis Vuitton duffel with a few essentials from her desk.

“I’m counting on you,” she yelled back as she swiftly closed the door.

That was nearly two hours ago and he was still waiting. Kurt tapped his shoes impatiently as he glanced at his watch again. It was Friday night and he was supposed to be on the 9:00 train to Lima. At this rate, he’d never make it in time.

Ding, ding, ding.

Kurt’s phone pinged as a text message came through. It was from Blaine.

Can’t wait to see you tonight. Are you sure you haven’t mastered the powers of teleportation yet?

Kurt grinned. Blaine was such a dork sometimes. Sometimes Blaine would try to mention super heroes or comics to him, but it was in one ear and out the other.

I’m still at the office but hope to make the 9:00 train. Are you still going to pick me up?

As Kurt hit send, his office phone rang.

“Vogue.com. This is Kurt Hummel speaking.”

“Hey Kurt, it’s Phil in LA. Look, the images are coming through soon but they’re really big files. We’re going to put them on an FTP so it won’t clog your inbox. If I email you the login information, will that work for the folks in Barcelona?”

Kurt practically jumped for joy. Sending things on an FTP meant that it was an easy thing that could be emailed from his phone rather than waiting in the office. “Uh, yeah Phil, I think that will be fine. Just be sure to note the file path for the Barcelona people,” Kurt spoke quickly as he began to gather his belongings from his desk, itching to rush out the door to the train as soon as their call was completed.

“No prob, Bob,” Phil said. Kurt hated when he said that, but Phil made his night so he didn’t try to argue with him about this annoying colloquialism. “Hey, have a great weekend Kurt. Talk to you Monday.”

“Yes. Monday. Have a great night,” Kurt said absent mindedly as he hung up the phone. During his brief call with Phil, Blaine had texted him back.

Yes, I will be there. I’m the best welcoming party in Lima and you deserve the best.

Kurt rolled his eyes lovingly and finished packing his bag. Thankfully, he had the foresight to bring his weekender bag with him to the office rather than trekking back to his apartment then to the train station. I hope that the trains are running on time, Kurt thought as he hustled out the door.

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He made it to the train with plenty of time to stock up on magazines and an apple from the newsstand. He clutched his glossies with the apple in his mouth and balanced his bag on his shoulder. He had enough time to grab a seat at the front of the train, knowing that Blaine always waited for him at the front of the platform in Lima.

As he sat in the window seat, dropping his bag and his magazines haphazardly into the seat next to him, he pulled his phone from his pocket and took a photo of himself.  Kurt attached the photo into a text message to Blaine.

See this face? It’s about ready to come in very close contact with yours really soon! Xoxo

He got up to place his bag in the overhead compartment. While he was maneuvering his bag into place, he heard his phone.

I believe in a thing called loooooooooooove, Ooooh oooh ooh!

Kurt smiled meekly as he grabbed for his phone; hoping to pick it up before it became too disturbing to the few people around him.

“Blaine! I just texted you! Is everything okay? I thought you’d be taking a nap before you had to come and pick me up,” Kurt whispered into the receiver.

“I know. Everything’s fine. I just wanted to talk to you before I took my nap. I’ve been thinking about you all day. How was your day?” Blaine asked eagerly.

“It was fine. It was a mad rush at the end, but our guy in LA saved the day. I’m just glad to be on this train and I’ll be even more glad to see your smiling face in a few hours,” Kurt said as he smiled at an elderly lady boarding the train.

“I wish the train didn’t take so long. Why does it have to take six hours? That’s too many hours. And I hate seeing you in the middle of the night when we’re both too exhausted to.. you know,” Blaine purred as Kurt took a bite of his apple.

“I know. If only we had the money or frequent flier miles to travel by plane. But that’s a pipedream until I stark making mad money at Vogue or you sign a fancy recording contract with Sony Records.” Kurt laughed, though he truly believed that Blaine could sign a record deal with that amazing voice and gorgeous face that would make him an incredible hit.

Blaine laughed, “Soon, babe. Soon. Alright, just call me before you pull into the station so I can be alert and ready upon your arrival. I love you.”

“I love you too, Blaine. See you soon.”

Kurt grinned and set his alarm for five hours from now. He knew he’d probably only get through one magazine before giving in to the Sandman, but he wanted to be sure he had enough time to primp before he got to see his gorgeous boyfriend again.