Is it weird that the only person I want to talk about my excitement to is the one I'm excited for? I can't help it! He is my everything and it's been too long since I've last seen him. Oh, lookie, he's on Skype! I video call him immediately, a stupid grin plastered on my face.

His face bubbles up on my screen. "Hey, cutie!" he greets, smiling at he waves at me.

Kurt is practically glowing through my computer. I can tell he's just as excited as I am. God, he looks so perfect. He always does, but some days I notice it more than others. His white dress shirt is perfectly ironed and fits him in unfairly sexy ways (to me at least). His black vest hugs his sides, and I just want to grab his tie and pull him towards me until I can feel every inch of him against every part of me.

His face suddenly drops after a long moment. "Blaine, what's wrong? You're staring."

I realize I've just been looking at him this whole time and haven't said anything. I shake my head to clear it, laughing at myself.

"I'm fine, Kurt. You're just... you are so beautiful." He smiles again.

"Thanks, sweetie. You're not so bad yourself," he flirts, winking at me. He pauses, smiling a little as he looks at me. "Tomorrow," he says.

"Tomorrow," I repeat. "I can't believe how long it's been since we last saw each other."

"I know. I'm just glad we'll finally be together again. I'm a little worried though..." he trails off, concern flooding his eyes. I repress the urge to laugh at how cute he's being. I know exactly what he's talking about.

He does this every time. For some reason he always worries that something is going to happen to me on the way to him. He thinks the plane is going to crash, or I'll be kidnapped from the airport, or I'm going to be shot on the streets of New York on the way to his apartment. He just feels like something bad is going to happen before I get to him and we'll never see each other again. His worries have never amounted to anything, but it's the same every time the day before I come up to see him.

Which is why we have our ritual now.

I pick up the piece of red ribbon I have sitting on my desk for this occasion and hold it up to the camera. I see Kurt turn and pick up something off camera, hand soon appearing dangling an identical ribbon in front of his webcam.

"I promise," I begin, moving my hand away from the camera to begin slowly wrapping the ribbon around my left wrist, "to always be with you."

"I promise," Kurt says, mimicking my actions, "to never say goodbye to you."

"I will love you," I continue, tying a knot in the ribbon, "every day, night, hour, and minute."

"Our love will keep us strong, hold us together, and protect us from the evils around us," he says, tying a knot in own ribbon.

"Together, we kick ass," I laugh, tying a bow with the ribbon and pulling it tight. He does the same and we both hold our wrists up to show the other.

It's cheesy, but we do this every time. Truthfully, it makes us both feel a little better. The ribbons don't get taken off until the other can do it for us. We're at the part where we improvise now.

"I promise that I will not die in transit on the way to our apartment," I say, crossing my heart. I smile even wider thinking about it. Our apartment. I don't live their yet, but next year I will. We already talk about it as though we live together. "And I promise to kiss my boyfriend so hard he sees stars when I finally see him again."

He laughs, rolling his eyes at me. "I promise to try not to worry so much," he pledges, then adds, "And I will let my boyfriend order as much food as he wants while he is here, even though it will probably lead me to gaining 5 pounds and become a unattractive blob he will never want to touch again."

I fake groan in exasperation. "I promise that I will still want to touch Kurt, even if he does become an unattractive lump, which is physically impossible anyway." He looks at me scathingly, so I add on, "I also promise mind-blowing sex as soon as the apartment door is closed."

"Blaine!" he shouts, an adorable blush across his cheeks. "What if your parents hear you or something?"

"They are downstairs watching the home shopping channel, Kurt. They can't hear a word I'm saying," I point out.

"Fine," he sighs. "But you better make good on that promise."

"Which one?" I tease, smirking and wiggling my eyebrows at him.

"All of them, you goof ball," he laughs. My heart skips a little at the sight. Kurt has the most beautiful laugh.

As if on queue, my mom shouts up the stairs that it's time for dinner. I sigh sadly, telling Kurt I have to go. He blows me a kiss and I promise I will see him tomorrow, because I finally will.

How could anything possibly go wrong?