FRIDAY - PART IV

Blaine and Kurt held each other’s hands tightly as they walked toward Cooper’s apartment. It was nearing 3:30pm and Blaine was aiming to get to the airport close 6:00 so he had to leave around 5:30. Both boys were aware of how little time they had left together but neither wanted to address it out loud.

They knew this wasn’t goodbye, but they also hadn’t gotten a chance to work out the next time they would see each other in person. Kurt was planning on looking at his spring break and weekend schedules for the rest of the semester that night and Blaine had already wrote in his calendar a reminder to talk to his label and managers to see when he had a lull in his recording and concert schedules. Pittsburgh and New York City weren’t too far away, but busy schedules were likely to be the biggest obstacle in their way, at least at first.

When they keyed into Cooper’s apartment, Blaine’s face lit up like he won the lottery. Kurt was about to ask what he was so excited about when the distinct smells of macaroni and cheese and brownies wafted up his nose.

“COOPER THADDEUS ANDERSON, YOU ARE MY FAVORITE BIG BROTHER OF ALL TIME!” Blaine yelled as he ran to the kitchen to see with his own eyes the deliciousness that his brother baked for his farewell dinner. The younger Anderson threw his arms around his brother and gave him a huge hug.

Kurt walked into the kitchen a few moments later and smiled at what he saw. The counters were a mess with bowls and measuring cups everywhere. There were multiple blocks of half-shredded cheese, a spilled container of toothpicks, and various dry ingredients all over the place. But, standing in the middle of it all were the Anderson brothers, holding onto each other like loving lifelines. Blaine’s head was buried in Cooper’s shirt as the older Anderson whispered into his brother’s ear, “You deserve it all, little man.” Kurt’s cheeks flushed pink as he didn’t mean to overhear this moment between the brothers, but at the same time, his heart was overflowing with happiness for Blaine that he had such a caring person in his life.

Blaine pulled away from his brother, the biggest smile possible on his face. “Seriously, Coop, this is awesome. It smells just like grandma’s house in here.” He turned toward his boyfriend and held out a hand, “Come here, Kurt!” Kurt was quick to slide his hand in Blaine’s and allow himself to be dragged across the kitchen to one of the messy counters where a giant bowl with remnants of brownie batter and a long wooden spoon covered in the thick brown goo waited for them. Blaine took hold of the wooden spoon with his free hand and gave it to Cooper. He then took his finger and ran it along the inside of the bowl until it was covered in batter.

Knowing what he would do in the moment, Cooper quickly set the spoon in a cup and excused himself to the restroom so his brother could be alone with Kurt. Seeing that they had a few moments alone, Blaine held his finger up to Kurt’s lips. The younger boy’s eyes widened, wanting desperately to taste the batter on Blaine’s finger not only because it smelled amazing, but because he just wanted to.

Tentatively, Kurt wrapped his lips around Blaine’s finger and sucked gently, using his tongue to lick the sweet substance off his boyfriend. His and Blaine’s breathing both hitched and Kurt’s cheeks turned bright crimson, having never done anything remotely sensual like that before. Blaine slowly dragged his finger out of Kurt’s mouth and then immediately leaned in and pressed his lips to Kurt’s, tasting the brownie batter on his boyfriend’s tongue. He smiled against the younger boy’s mouth before wordlessly begging for more as his hands settled themselves on Kurt’s hips. Kurt’s hands had already found the lapels of Blaine’s cardigan and his fingers closed firmly around the soft material.

Before things could go any further, the oven alarm went off, causing both boys to jump back. Cooper jogged back into the kitchen and pressed the Cancel button so the beeping would stop. Kurt and Blaine both burst into a fit of giggles, embarrassed with how scared they were from the alarm, but beyond happy about what just happened between them. “You guys are gross,” Cooper said with a smile as Blaine and Kurt both dragged fingers along the inside of the brownie bowl and licked the chocolate off their own hands. “Can you get bowls or plates or something?” Cooper called over his shoulder as he grabbed a potholder and took the macaroni out of the top oven. “The brownies still have awhile yet, but this is done.” He set the hot casserole dish on a dishtowel on the counter. “Dinner is served… at 3:45. Jesus, this is true love, B. I usually don’t eat dinner until at least 4:00.” Cooper crossed to the fridge to get them some drinks.

Blaine smiled and swatted his brother’s shoulder before reaching in a cabinet for some bowls. “Thank you, Coop. I know I’m such an inconvenience to your raging bachelor lifestyle.”

Kurt dug around in one of the drawers for flatware. “Do you guys want forks or spoons or what?”

Both Anderson boys answered in unison without even looking over at him, “Soup spoons.”

Chuckling to himself at the ridiculously specific answer, Kurt grabbed three soup spoons before shutting the drawer. He turned around to see that Blaine had three bowls set out on the counter and Cooper put a bottle of beer behind each bowl.

Before Kurt could say anything, Cooper stepped in. “Look, I know you’re not quite 21, but so long as you promise not to drive or get crazy drunk, I’m inviting you to partake in our little tradition of having a beer with our grandma’s comfort food.” Kurt looked over at Blaine to see if he was okay with what Cooper was proposing, but Blaine was too busy looking in awe at his older brother.

“Thank you, Cooper,” Kurt said with a confident smile. “I would love that.”

After the macaroni and cheese was spooned into their bowls, the three men flopped down on the couch in the living room and kicked their feet up on the coffee table. Kurt could not get over how surreal it was that he was already so comfortable being with Blaine and his acting teacher in his teacher’s apartment.

Blaine knew that he had to leave soon, but he couldn’t help but grin like an idiot by being surrounded by his two favorite people eating his favorite food. He felt so safe and loved and his heart swelled even more as Kurt draped his leg over his as naturally as if they had been together for a year instead of a day.

Cooper smiled as he watched his brother just enjoy the moment. It had been awhile since he had seen him so happy and this was honestly the first time he had seen him so comfortable with another person, let alone in a relationship with someone. Blaine was still so young, and Kurt even younger, but they worked together and Cooper hoped that they would be able to handle the distance. If they could become this close this fast, Cooper knew they could likely make their relationship work despite everything working against them.

Partway through their macaroni and cheese, the lower oven’s alarm went off, signaling that the brownies were done. Cooper put his bowl down on the coffee table and warned Blaine not to kick it over before he got up to tend to the beeping in the kitchen.

With his brother gone for a moment, Blaine leaned over and gave Kurt a quick kiss on the lips before resting his head on the younger boy’s shoulder. “I’m going to miss this.”

“I know,” Kurt said sadly as he leaned his head against Blaine’s.

Blaine spooned out some of his macaroni and cheese and held it up for Kurt. The younger boy accepted the bite and then kissed Blaine’s hair after he chewed his food.

Cooper came back from the kitchen and was glad to see his brother hadn’t knocked over his food. “Brownies are done, but they’re going to need a little while to cool.”

“I cannot thank you enough, Coop, for everything this week,” Blaine said, reaching a hand over toward his brother.

“It’s nothing, B. It’s just really good to see you,” Cooper replied, shaking off his brother’s thanks and giving his hand a squeeze. “I love you, bro.”

“I love you too,” Blaine said, smiling at his brother. He then took another huge bite of his macaroni, and closed his eyes, trying to just take it all in while he still could.

Kurt couldn’t help but smile at how comfortable the two brothers were with each other and their feelings. He admired how Cooper was so accepting of Blaine and their mutual love and respect for each other. In this week he saw a lot of teasing, but he also witnessed an even greater amount of affection.

The boys finished their dinner, chatting amicably. Cooper was about to offer the others brownies when Blaine cut him off. “Nope. I got this.” He untangled his leg from Kurt’s and bounded off the couch calling behind him, “Anybody need another drink.” Both Cooper and Kurt declined.

As Blaine dug out some dessert plates and a knife to cut the brownies, Kurt leaned over to speak to Cooper. “Thank you so much, Cooper. The mac and cheese was delicious.”

The oldest Anderson smiled. “You’re welcome, Kurt. I’m glad you could be here to hang out and have dinner with us.” He dropped his voice so his brother couldn’t hear. “Look, I know I’m your teacher and everything, and I don’t want this to get weird, but if you ever need anything, like to talk or whatever after Blaine’s back in New York, I want you to know that I am here for you, okay? You’re important to Blaine and as much as I know you two will talk and stuff, I know he’s going to make sure that I keep an eye on you.”

Kurt smiled and nodded. “Thank you.” He looked back at the kitchen at Blaine, who was busy cutting pieces of brownie for everyone. “I just wanted to let you know that I would never do anything to hurt him. He may want you to keep tabs on me, but if it’s okay with you, can you keep an eye out on him for me? I get that that’s a lot to ask, but I care about him a lot and you obviously know him the best out of anybody.”

Cooper understood what Kurt was asking and was glad to play a part in helping these two make sure the other one was okay while they were apart.

“God Coop, these smell amazing,” Blaine said as he walked back into the living room with three plates full of brownies. “I tried making grandma’s recipe a few months ago and they turned out terrible.”

“That’s because you suck at baking, B.”

Blaine rolled his eyes at his brother as he handed him a plate. He then turned to his boyfriend and gave him a brownie. “Kurt, I don’t want to sound cocky or anything, but this is literally going to be the best brownie you’ve ever tasted in your entire life.”

Kurt smiled as he accepted the plate from Blaine and waited until his boyfriend was seated again before picking up the dessert and taking a bite. Blaine was right – this was the best brownie he ever had and his first thought was to ask Cooper for the recipe, but he quickly shook that idea, as it was a family recipe and Kurt didn’t want to intrude on such a personal tradition.

When Blaine bit into his brownie, he didn’t even try to suppress the moan that slipped out of his throat. Mouth still full of brownie, he turned to his brother, smiled, and mumbled, “This tastes like home, man.”

Cooper nodded in agreement and looked over to Kurt. “Good brownies, right Kurt?

Not wanting to talk with his mouthful like his boyfriend just had, Kurt covered his mouth with one hand as he nodded while he swallowed. “This tastes amazing, Cooper. Thank you both for sharing this with me. Your grandma’s recipes are fantastic.”

“Well, I’ll make you a copy of them – she gave us a whole cook book. If I had more time, I would have made her creamed spinach.”

Blaine leaned back into the couch and allowed his eyes to roll back, “Oh my god, Kurt. I usually hate spinach, but somehow hers tastes like the greatest side dish of all time.”

Chuckling at how much Blaine reacted over food, Kurt turned his attention back to Cooper. “That’s really sweet, Cooper, but I could never take your family’s recipes like that.”

Cooper held up a hand to quiet the youngest boy. “Seriously, Kurt, it’s no big deal. Hell, you’ll probably get your own copy of the book. I’m pretty sure it’s part of the ‘Welcome to the family’ kit.”

Kurt’s cheeks flushed pink at Cooper’s remark. Though this was the third time that day one of the Anderson boys referred to him as family, it didn’t feel any less significant. He felt lucky to be so accepted by these loving people and secretly couldn’t wait to meet the rest of their kin.

The rest of dessert was fairly silent, with the exception of the happy noises emanating from Blaine’s throat as he happily finished off his brownie.

His contented sigh turned sad, though, when he checked his watch and saw that it was nearing 5:00. Only 30 minutes to go before a car was coming to pick him up for the airport. “I should probably finish packing,” he said quietly, talking to himself more than to his brother and boyfriend.

Kurt and Cooper watched as Blaine got up from the couch and slowly carried his plate and empty beer bottle to the kitchen. They turned to each other and Kurt whispered to Cooper, “I’ll clean up the kitchen.” Cooper started to shake him off, but this time it was Kurt who didn’t want to hear it. “Please. It’s the least I can do.”

As Blaine walked down the hall to the guest room, Kurt gathered his and Cooper’s plates and bottles before making his way over to the sink. Cooper smiled sadly, grateful for Kurt’s kind gesture, but sad that his brother was leaving soon because it never felt like enough time. He meant what he said earlier to Kurt – that he wished Blaine and Kurt had more time together that week. Yes, Cooper would have liked some additional time with his brother too, but he knew it was more important for the younger boys to be with each other as much as possible before they would be ripped apart by work and school.

With Kurt busy in the kitchen, Cooper walked down hall to the guest room. He stopped in the doorway when he saw Blaine sitting on the bed, clinging to his Wolverine stuffed animal. “He’ll be here when you come back to visit, you know,” Cooper said gently so as not to completely startle his brother.

Blaine looked up with a watery half-smile and hugged Wolverine tighter; nodding to indicate he knew what his brother said was true. “I wish I didn’t have to go,” the younger Anderson mumbled as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Cooper’s face dropped as quickly crossed the room to sit next to his brother. He wrapped an arm around Blaine’s shoulder and gave him a loving squeeze. “I know.”

Another tear fell, dripping onto Blaine’s hand. He chuckled, “Man, I have been crying a lot this week.”

The older Anderson snorted. “It’s okay, B. Sometimes you just gotta let it out.”

They sat quietly on the bed together for a minute in silence that was anything but awkward.

When Blaine’s breathing steadied and the tears stopped falling, he turned to his brother. “I know I sound like a broken record, but thank you. Seriously, thank you. The cooking, the listening, the letting me spend so much time with Kurt. I – ,” Blaine shook his head in disbelief, “I really don’t know what else I can say but Thank You a million times over.”

Cooper smiled, “You don’t have to thank me, B. But you’re welcome. You have to know by now that I would do just about anything for you. And if I could give you more time, I would, but I think they’re still a few years out on the technology.” Blaine scrunched his nose and nudged his shoulder against his brother’s before his face settled back to a slight frown.

“Coop?”

“Yeah, B?”

Blaine stared down at the Wolverine stuffed toy in his lap. “Will you keep an eye out on Kurt for me?”

A small chuckled escaped Cooper’s lips before he answered. “Already been handled, little man.” Blaine looked up at his brother, slightly confused. “I literally just had this conversation with Kurt, like, 15 minutes ago.” Cooper shrugged. “I’ll keep an eye out on you for him, and an eye out on him for you. I expect to be paid handsomely and will take cash, check or any major credit cards.” Blaine bumped his brother again, but harder, causing Cooper to laugh. They settled themselves after a few moments before Cooper said, completely serious, “You guys are going to be okay, you know.”

Blaine nodded, knowing his brother was right, but still thankful to hear him say it out loud. “I really care about him, Coop.”

“And he feels the same way,” Cooper replied.

Blaine’s eyebrows shot up. “Did you guys talk about that too?! Jesus, how long was I in the kitchen?”

“Look, yes, he told me that, but he didn’t need to for me to see how you two feel about each other.” Cooper took his arm away from his brother’s shoulders and repositioned himself so that he was facing Blaine. “I have never ever seen you so comfortable around somebody else, Blaine. For the first time, I think you’re actually really happy instead of just being content. But it’s not just you, B, don’t you see? You do that for Kurt too. I’ve only had him as a student for a few weeks, but even in the past few days I’ve seen how much he’s opened himself up and that’s because of you.” Cooper poked Blaine in the chest for emphasis. “You two are so good for each other, it’s ridiculous. So of course I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you guys stay on track. I don’t want to deal with mopey, spinster Blaine in ten, fifteen years.”

“Coop, in ten years, I’ll be as old as you are now,” Blaine pointed out.

The older Anderson held up his hand to quiet his brother. “Regardless. You’re going to be happy, dammit. And I want you to be happy with Kurt.”

Blaine couldn’t help but grin as he gave a little mock salute. “Yes, sir.”

“I love you, Blaine.”

“I love you too, Coop.”

The brothers hugged, with Cooper rubbing a hand on his brother’s back. Blaine smiled into his brother’s shoulder; grateful for the best big brother anybody could ask for.

By the time Cooper and Blaine emerged from the guest room with Kurt’s overnight bag, Blaine’s suitcase, garment bag and guitar in tow, Kurt had pretty much cleaned up the whole kitchen.

“Holy shit, Kurt,” Cooper muttered in complete shock. “You can have all the special privileges in acting class that you want.”

Kurt smiled as Blaine walked over and snuggled up against him. “Oh, so sleeping with Blaine won’t get me anywhere, but loading your dishwasher and wiping off the counter will?” Kurt asked in a teasing voice. “I see how it goes.”

Blaine chuckled as Cooper’s look of awe turned into a crooked grin. “Well played, Hummel.”

Just then, Blaine’s phone beeped, indicating that the car was outside waiting for him. It was already decided earlier that Kurt would go with him to the airport and then the car would drop him off back at his dorm.

Blaine peeled himself away from Kurt and walked over to his brother, allowing himself to be wrapped up in Cooper’s arms. “Safe travels, little man. Text me when you get home, okay?” Blaine nodded into Cooper’s chest. “And we’ll figure out when I can come visit. But if you ever need to get away from the city, my door is always open.”

The brothers pulled apart and Blaine offered his brother a heartbroken smile. “Thanks Coop. I love you.”

Cooper nodded and swatted at his brother’s head. “Love you too, B.”

Blaine then turned back to Kurt and held out a hand. “You ready?”

Kurt was not ready to see Blaine go, but he nodded through his conflicting thoughts and took Blaine by the hand for the short distance across the kitchen to pick up their bags. They were able to situate the bags and guitar so that they each still had a hand free to hold as they made their way downstairs to the awaiting car.

Once their bags were in the trunk, Kurt and Blaine climbed into the backseat and rolled the partition up so they couldn’t see the driver. They weren’t planning on doing anything inappropriate, but they wanted all the privacy they could get in their last 30 minutes with each other.

Fingers instantly twined and Kurt’s legs found themselves draped over Blaine’s. Gentle kisses were exchanged between murmurs of adoration and gratitude. After awhile, fingers unclasped as hands began to wander freely over the soft material of each other’s clothes. There was an unspoken agreement not to take things too far, as they each wanted their first time with each other to be drawn out and enjoyed at their own pace rather than rushed in the back of a hired car. Though their time was running out that day, they knew they would be together again and it would be worth the wait to share that part of themselves with each other.

As the minutes ticked by, kisses got more heated and hands gripped desperately to each other, begging for more time than they knew they were allotted. Soft whimpers and pleading moans fell from their lips in between licks and sucks to each other’s mouths and necks.

In what felt like a blink of an eye, the boys felt the car pull to a stop and get put in park. The partition was rolled down by an apologetic driver who informed them that they were at the airport. Tears threatened to well up in the boys’ eyes as they nodded in understanding.

Not even bothering to straighten their hair or fix the slightly rumpled state of their clothes, Blaine and Kurt exited the back of the car. Wordlessly, they went to the trunk and grabbed Blaine’s suitcase, guitar and garment bag. Kurt knew he could only get as far as baggage check before he would be forced to leave Blaine’s side while the older boy went through security.

Blaine thanked and tipped the driver, informing him that Kurt would be back out in a few minutes. The driver nodded in understanding, feeling bad that these two boys who were obviously in love were going to have to part.

Kurt held the door open for Blaine before himself walking into the airport’s lobby area. For a Friday night, it was quiet busy – people rushing from one line to another, passports, ID cards and tickets in hand.

Somehow Blaine was able to make it through the baggage check line quickly while Kurt waited patiently near the line’s exit. With only his guitar, Blaine walked back over to Kurt. Hand in hand, they walked toward the security line, able to find a quiet spot off to the side.

After setting his guitar down on the floor, Blaine held out his hands for Kurt to take. Kurt instantly slotted his fingers with Blaine’s and squeezed them. They looked into each other’s eyes and knew there weren’t words for everything they were feeling right then.

It was Kurt who finally spoke up first. “I refuse to say Goodbye because I know this isn’t the end.” Blaine smiled at the sentiment as Kurt continued to speak. “Meeting you, knowing you, falling for you has been one of the greatest adventures of my life, Blaine, and I’m so proud to be with you.”

Tears couldn’t help but escape from the corners of Blaine’s eyes. “I never thought that I would find someone who I could share myself with and who would still be there after they got to know the real me, scars and all.” He brought their hands up to his mouth so he could kiss Kurt’s knuckles. “I’m falling so hard for you, Kurt, and even though it’s really scary,” Blaine admitted as he chuckled through the tears, “I’m not afraid because I’m with you and I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

The corners of Kurt’s mouth slid up as tears rolled down his alabaster cheeks. “So far, it’s looking like forever, so don’t mess it up, Devon.” Blaine smiled at the jab, knowing full well Kurt was teasing him because if they couldn’t laugh in the moment, they would both lose it.

They leaned in and pressed their lips together in a slow, salt-filled kiss. Each boy’s eyes were closed tight, trying to commit this overwhelming feeling of want and passion to memory for something to hold onto on the upcoming nights when they would be apart.

Reluctantly pulling away, they leaned their foreheads together while they caught their breath. Time was out and Blaine had to get going.

“I’m going to love you, you know,” Blaine whispered before placing a gentle kiss on Kurt’s cheek, tasting tears.

Kurt smiled and nodded. “And you’re going to be loved in return.”

They both started giggling, even though they were still crying.

One final time, they wrapped their arms around each other and held tight.

“I have to go,” Blaine murmured into Kurt’s ear. “I don’t want to, but I have to.”

Kurt replied sadly, “I know.” They untangled themselves from each other and Kurt picked up Blaine’s guitar and handed it to the older boy as a silent sign that though he was unwilling to see him leave, he understood that their time was up. “Call me tonight after you’re settled?”

Blaine nodded, afraid that if he dared to say anything else, only sobs would leave his mouth. He got a firmer grip on his guitar case’s handle and started walking backward toward the security line. Kurt gave him a small wave and he put his best brave face on and attempted to smile back.

When Blaine finally turned around to get in line, Kurt bolted – running through the airport and toward the hired car as fast as he could. The next time Blaine had a chance to look up and over to where he and Kurt parted, he saw the other boy was gone.

The driver saw Kurt approaching the car and quickly opened the door for him to get inside. Kurt scrambled into the back seat and could not stop the flood of tears from racing down his face. He didn’t make a sound, except for sniffles, but the tears kept coming. When the driver got back into his seat, he saw how upset his lone passenger was. He offered a sad smile as he rolled up the partition to give the young boy some privacy.

A few minutes into the ride back to his dorm, Kurt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Wiping his tears so he could see, Kurt dug his phone out of his pocket and saw it was a text from Blaine. As he read, several more popped up.

I would call you right now if I didn’t think I’d be a sobbing mess in the waiting area.

This has been the greatest week of my life.

Even though you thought I was homeless and that I was fooling around with Coop.

(ALL of which were my fault, btw. And I will continue to apologize for that as long as I live.)

But, seriously, Kurt… You move me. You make me feel like the best version of myself.

And although we only got to spend a few days together, I look forward to our phone calls and Skype and letters. (because I will write you letters if you want… so many letters)

And I know we’ll see each other again. And we’ll hold each other again.

But, I already miss you, Kurt. I miss your arms around me. I miss your lips on mine. I miss your laugh. And your teasing. And those jeans you have on right now ;)

(God, I hope you are smiling. I miss your smile. But please, please share it with everyone else while we’re apart.)

I’m calling my parents this weekend to tell them about you. There is a 50% chance Coop already beat me to the punch.

I hope you can come visit me in New York. I will take you anywhere and show you everything.

The distance is going to be hard. I’m not going to pretend that it isn’t. But I believe in us and I can’t imagine my life without you.

I have to board the plane soon, so this will be my last text for now. I’ll call you later tonight, but know that I am yours, Kurt, for as long as you’ll have me.  xxxxBlaine

Kurt wiped the tears from his eyes before closing them and holding his phone to his heart. After composing himself, he began typing out text responses to his boyfriend.

…

Blaine sat in his seat on the plane, with his seatbelt on and his phone clutched in his hand. He knew he was going to have to turn it off soon, but he was hoping to hear something back from Kurt before takeoff.

As he watched other people meander down the aisle, Blaine felt his phone vibrate. Excited at the prospect of a message from Kurt, he nearly dropped his phone on the floor. Scrambling to unlock the phone, he saw multiple messages from his boyfriend.

I’m smiling, Blaine. I’m smiling for you. I’m smiling because of you.

But I miss your smile. And I miss the way you blush when you get flustered. I miss the way my fingers feel running through your hair. I miss the way your tongue tastes.

You are a beautiful person, Blaine. And I don’t just mean your nice arms and how your ass looks in your jeans. But damn, Blaine. Just, damn ;)

You are a great man – I am in awe of your generosity and kindness towards others. I admire your relationship with your brother and am grateful to have been let into your lives.

I can’t wait to visit you in New York. I can’t wait to see the city through your eyes and fall in love with it as I am falling for you.

I believe in us too and it’s overwhelming, terrifying and amazing that you feel about me the same way I feel about you.

I’m calling my dad as soon as I get home to tell him about you. He does not own a shotgun. This piece of information will come in handy sometime down the line, I’m sure.

I am yours as much as you are mine, Blaine. I look forward to hearing your voice later tonight because it’ll help remind me that this week was real. Safe travels, my [insert whatever term of endearment I’m allowed to call you… of which we better add that to the list of stuff we still need to talk about].  xxxxxxKurt

Blaine grinned at his boyfriend’s words and was still smiling when the flight attendant scolded him for not turning off his electronic devices when he was already instructed to do so.

They were going to be okay. He didn’t quite know how, but they were going to be okay.