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Blaine heard his phone ring loudly. He placed it right next to his head to make sure he heard it when Kurt called saying he was almost in Lima. He took a moment to look past the buzzing phone to look at the window. He tilted his head to the side, puzzled.

It’s almost light out, Blaine thought. Oh no, did I not hear my phone? Has Kurt been sitting at the train station this whole time? God, I’m the worst boyfriend!

Blaine practically yelled into the phone, “KURT! Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t hear my phone, I don’t know what happened. Where are you? Can I come…”

Kurt was equally frantic on his end. “No, you didn’t miss my call or anything like that. I slept through Ohio, Blaine. I can’t believe it! I set an alarm and everything and you know how I hate to be late. And now this makes two nights in two weeks of my hair looking disastrous due to sleeping sitting up.”

Blaine scrunched his eyebrows as he tried to make sense of what Kurt said. “So, where exactly are you?”

Kurt sighed, exasperated. “Chicago. I can’t believe I ruined my first night back in Lima after our previous weekend together. Blaine, I’m so sorry! I’m at the ticket booth now waiting for it to open at 7:00 and I’ll be on the next train back.  I’ll probably only have to wait another hour or so and the next train is at 8:15, so I should be there by around noon.”

Blaine glanced at his bedside table at his alarm clock.

6:29AM

Blaine rolled over onto his back and moaned slightly as he got into a more comfortable position. He held the phone to his ear as he scratched his head with his eyes closed, not wanting to encounter this day that was already really stressful. Blaine sleepily sat up, pulling his tank top over his head. As he pitched his top in the hamper, he laid back on his bed, eager to find a cool spot, when suddenly he had an idea.

“Why don’t you take the train from Chicago to Fort Wayne and I’ll pick you up there. It’s only an hour drive and that way you won’t have to spend as much time on the train and we can have a mini road trip back home.”

“That’s genius. I knew there was a reason I was dating you,” Kurt said, relieved.

“And here I thought it was my impeccable manners and dreamy eyes,” Blaine said jokingly.

“Those are just the add-ons to the package. Too bad it’s not lunchtime here, I could have grabbed us a deep dish pizza for me to bring back,” Kurt suggested, knowing how much Blaine loved pizza.

“That’s okay. You’re the best thing that could come off the train, so just get your ass here. In the meantime, I’m going to take a nap. Call me when you’re close. And don’t miss the stop this time, okay?” Blaine chided lightly.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I love you. Sleep well. Call you later.”

“Love you,” Blaine said as he tossed the phone aside and inched his way toward his pillows. He was rather impressed at his ability to think on his feet at such an early hour. He would do anything to spend more time with Kurt and a road trip with him was always fun, so it only seemed like a natural solution. They would sing in the car together, take funny photos, and stop at any weird things they happened to see along the way.

As Blaine rested his hand on his heart and laughed, imagining frantic Kurt realizing that he was in Chicago with his scarves, lace up boots, and “don’t mess with me” attitude, he smiled and swiftly fell asleep.