To say that Kurt wasn't excited would be a complete understatement. He was excited. Overly joyed. Bouncing off the wall? This trip was everything he could dream for. New York. What more could he ask for? Well there is a lot but all that didn't matter because Kurt Hummel was going to New York! Well actually Connecticut . . . but close enough.

To say Kurt wasn't nervous would be another understatement. He's only ever been on a plane once and that's when he was six and his parents took him to Disney World for his birthday. And from what he can remember that that plane ride was not his favorite part nor was it his parents' favorite part either. He threw a fit when the strange popping feeling was in his ears. Kurt was nervous. He didn't know how he would handle the flight this time. His father was also nervous, but he knew that he could handle it. Because he knows Kurt is strong and older now.

The last thing Kurt was feeling was something that he really didn't feel like sharing with any one. Actually he can't really share it for then others would know. Know that he has a problem. Kurt was scared. Yeah that's one way of putting it. He was scared, scared of Blaine. He couldn't admit that out load. That would give Blaine the higher advantage. He was scared of what Blaine would do. If he would even try and do anything. Kurt didn't really want to find out. He made a vow that he could always be with someone. That he would never be alone with Blaine at any time and if he somehow ended up with Blaine alone he would walk away and find someone. It would work out. Kurt had it planned out perfectly.

3:06 AM

Kurt sat at the kitchen table trying not to fall asleep. He had been up since 1:30 AM. Well technically he didn't really sleep at all. His mind was running wild with thoughts of being attacked by Blaine and the excitement of New York. Kurt had his head resting on his hands and his eyelids falling ever so slightly, heavy with wanted sleep.

Kurt had two bags next to him, a carry-on and a suitcase. His suit case, surprisingly, wasn't completely filled. Kurt knew that he was going to do some shopping while he was in New York. So he knew that room would be needed for those clothes. He was waiting for Rachel and her family to arrive to pick him up so they could go to the airport together. They said they would be here about three-ish. They need time to drive to the airport in Dayton.

Kurt jumped at the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned hesitantly to watch his father appear from around the corner. He wore pajamas with a robe hanging loosely on his shoulders and tiredness filling his eyes.

"Hey Kiddo," his father muttered tiredly.

"Morning dad," Kurt responded still surprised to see that his father was up this early. Burt let out a half-hearted laugh.

"I really wouldn't call this morning Kurt," said his father shaking his head slightly.

"Its early morning, dad," Kurt told him. Burt didn't respond, he just shuffled over to the cabinet and pulled out a glass. "What are you doing up this early? You need sleep." Kurt questioned. Burt filled the glass and sat down at the table before even thinking about answering Kurt's question.

"I came to see my boy off. You can't just leave without saying goodbye. Now can't you?" Burt said then took a long drink of water. Kurt smiled at him.

There was silence that followed that comment. Kurt felt his eyes begin to fall again for the silence was just too comforting. Burt sighed making Kurt jump and feel the energy in the room shift. Kurt sat straight up eyes landing on his father who sat at the other end of the table. He noticed the lines of worry that were creasing into the old man's face.

"Dad," Kurt muffled softly catching his father's attention. "What's- What's the real reason that you are up at this hour?" Burt sighed, once again and brought his attention to the glass that is placed in his hands. He spun it slightly counterclockwise.

"Call me protective, but I'm just worried." Kurt raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "You're just-" Burt shook his head ever so slightly searching for the write words to say, "You're just going to be so far away." Kurt eyed him carefully, watching how he seemed to find the glass of water to be the most interesting thing in the world. Burt wasn't one for showing emotions and Kurt knew that.

"It's not that far . . ." Kurt began but was interrupted by sound of his ringtone. He gave an apologetic look to his father before fishing his phone from his pants pocket.

"Uh Hello?" Kurt answered questionable not knowing the number that appeared on his phone screen.

"Hey Babe," Blaine's voice purred through the phone. Kurt felt the need to instantly vomit at the sound of his voice and how the fuck did he get my number?

"Uh hi?" Kurt eyed his father. He didn't feel the need to argue with Blaine about the nicknames in front of his dad. He didn't need him knowing that he was having a problem with people again. It would be just more unnecessary worry for his father to have to handle. And besides it wasn't really a problem Kurt could handle it himself.

"Nice place you got here," Blaine commented.

"Than-"

"I bet you bedroom is nicer than the outside though. Your bed is probably very comfortable too. I can't wait to check that off the list of places to fuck you." Blaine said beginning to sound cockier than ever. Kurt scoffed which caused to his father to look up in question. "Anyway, we'll get to that later. I'm outside your front door. Could you like open it before my dick falls off from frost bite?" Blaine asked and then the line went dead. Kurt rolled his eyes and shoved his phone in to his pocket violently.

Taking a deep breath he looked over at his dad, "My rides here." Kurt stood and left the room swiftly to the front door. His hand reached for the knob and just for a moment he debated on never answering and going up stairs back to bed and refusing to go on this retched trip with this conceded asshole. But his hand refused to let that be and option.

Kurt's breathed hitched ever so slightly at the sight of Blaine standing so gracefully in the door way. He quickly rebuilt the wall that just happened to collapse those few seconds ago. He didn't need Blaine actually thinking that he found him the littlest bit attractive. Because, of course, Kurt doesn't think Blaine is. Why would he?

"Stare all you want baby, but don't worry too much, you will see all soon enough," Blaine shot a flirtatious wink at Kurt before walking past him and into the house. Which caused Kurt to roll his eyes, oh how he wishes that he could give Blaine a swift kick in the ass. Kurt shut the door and followed Blaine to where ever he may think that he's going.

"Alright Kurtie Pie, where are your bags? Not that you will need'em. The rules of the bedroom are No Clothes," Blaine asked turning around to face Kurt that filthy smirk covering his face. Kurt walked over to him getting up in his face.

"Shut the fuck up," Kurt slurred viciously. "God, you're fucking annoying."

Blaine raised an eyebrow, "But your name is Kurt, not annoying." Kurt ignored his comment and pushed Blaine out of the way so he could make his way back to the kitchen.

Kurt entered the kitchen ignoring Blaine attempts to grab his ass. "Dad, this is Blaine. Rachel's brother."

Burt stood and held out his hand," Hello Blaine." But Blaine didn't acknowledge the gesture.

"Hey pops, I can't wait to get into your sons. . ."

"Blaine!" Kurt yelled loudly. Blaine stopped mid-sentence and looked straight ahead. But looked between the two teens carefully.

"Aren't you supposed to be helping me with my bags? Well here they are," Kurt said picking up his carry-on and pointing to the other. "So grab is and bring it to the car." Blaine's head snapped over to Kurt.

"I'm not your fucking bell boy." Burt was taken back by Blaine words.

"Well that's what you were sent in here to do, wasn't it?" Kurt commented un-phased by Blaine's words unlike Burt. Blaine muttered something under his breather and stomped out of the leaving everything in its original place.

Burt looked at Kurt confused, "Well he's. . ."

"Got issues," Kurt finished his father's sentence. "Don't bother with him dad, he's just an asshole." Kurt bent down grabbing the handle of his suit case and began to walk to the door.

"I hope he doesn't cause you any trouble on the trip," Burt hoped following behind Kurt. Kurt just shrugged.

The front door was left wide open letting the cold air flow in to the heated house. Outside there was a parked car. Kurt could see Rachel wave to him from the back window. Blaine stood leaning against the back of the car looking off down the street with a cigarette in his hand and smoke flowing gently from his lips. Kurt watched as the head of the cigarette burn a bright orange as Blaine took another drag. Kurt shook his head and turned back to his father.

"Bye dad," Kurt said quietly. Burt gave him a small smile.

"You'll be fine Kurt. Just- Just be safe." Kurt gave him a nod and hugged his father tightly.

The hour and a half car ride was horrific. Absolutely terrible.

Blaine was talking shit the whole time. It wasn't even relevant half the time either. He also was indirectly talking about Kurt. But Kurt didn't seem to notice. He was too busy last in his mind about the face that he would be on an airplane in less than three hours.

Rachel was particularly quiet as well. Not concerning herself with the continuous banter that was leaking from Blaine's obnoxious mouth. Mr. and Mr. Berry on the other hand weren't really too thrilled about Blaine's nonsense. They repeatedly told him to shut it. Although, that didn't really help much with the situation, but what is there to do?

"We board in about fifteen minutes. Here are your tickets," Nathan said passing Kurt and Rachel their boarding passes. "The plane leaves at 7:05, we land in Pennsylvania at about 8:40, and then we catch another plane at 9:50 and we will finally land in Connecticut at about 11:04."

Rachel groaned, "Not a direct flight?"

"Couldn't find one, sorry," Nathan apologized.

They had already gone through security and their bags were checked. Now they stood at the gate entrance. Kurt wasn't a fan of taking his shoes of at security but he figured no one actually did after seeing all those people's faces.

Kurt was surprise that Blaine hadn't said anything since they left the car. The last thing Kurt remembers Blaine saying was something along the lines of, 'I'm going to die.' Kurt wasn't sure I that was a threat or a promise, but he didn't spend too much time pondering on it.

Kurt stared at the gate number terrified. The ugly numbers of fifteen stared right back at him. He wanted to turn around get his bag back and walk home, but he knew that he couldn't. His carry-on hung loosely on his shoulder. His palms were sweaty and his hands were slightly shaky.

"Ahhh, this is it!" Rachel bounced up and down. "Connecticut! And days in New York! Everything will be fantastic!" she clapped her hands the best she could while holding her boarding pass. Kurt didn't acknowledge her presence too much and Rachel didn't notice.

"Attention, Flight 527 we'll be boarding through gate 15. Please have your passes ready. We will call you buy rows in just a moment." A lady stood next to the gate door speaking loudly to the already surround crowd of people waiting to be boarded.

Rachel gave a loud squeal, "Do you know what row we are?" Kurt shook his head watching Rachel examine her boarding pass.

"Row eight, darling," Jeffery said who appeared in front of them. His left hand had a tight grip on Blaine's jacket.

"I'm not a fucking dog!" Blaine smacked at Jeffery's hand. Jeffery let go reluctantly.

"Then stop acting like a spoiled brat," Jeffery remarked.

"That's Rachel," Blaine sneered. Rachel gasped and Kurt tried to hide his light chuckling with the back of his hand, because it was kind of true.

"Rachel, please do not light that match," Nathan quickly mentioned at the sight of her opening mouth. "Let's all be nice now."

"All handicap flyers would you please report to the gate door for boarding," that lady yelled to the sounding crowd. Kurt watched as the few handicap people pulled forward. Everyone surrounding the gate door seemed nice; well they at least looked nice. Nice enough, even the older passengers. There shouldn't be a problem, there wouldn't be a problem.

"Kurt?" Nathan's voice broke him out of thought. He looked up at Nathan with wide eyes. "Can I talk to you about something?" Kurt gave a quick nod and Nathan pulled him off to the side leaving Rachel, Blaine, and Jeffery by themselves. Kurt felt somewhat of anxiety flow into his body.

"Your father had informed, Jeffery and I, that you don't do well on planes." Kurt's eyes widened at Jeffery's words. His father told them?

"No, no. That was a long time ago. I'll be fine now. I'm over it," Kurt gave Nathan the best smile he would possibly give. Of course he wasn't fine. But he wasn't going to let his friends parents have to worry about him. Nathan didn't look convinced.

"Rows ten through seven, please come up to be boarded." Kurt looked over to the gate door. Most of the people had now already been boarded on to the plane.

"Are you sure, Kurt?" Nathan placed a hand on to his shoulder. Kurt swallowed hard and turned his attention back to Nathan's face.

"Yeah, totally," Kurt let out the breath he was holding in. Rachel smiled at Kurt and ran over to him to link arms. Kurt gave her a small smile and walked with her to get into line.

You know how when you don't want to do something so you want time to go as slow at possible? But instead time fucks you over and goes super fast?

Kurt had never been through a line that has gone as fast as this line had. Things like this never happened when he was in line for a sale at his favorite store of when the local theater was putting on one of his favorite play productions. Nothing ever, has gone this hast before.

The worker that stood at the door scanned both Rachel's and Kurt's boarding passes and they were O.K.'ed to board. Rachel's arm was still linked with his and was pulling him down the small narrow hall to the plane. Kurt felt as if the walls were closing in on him. He felt sort of suffocated.

The pilot and crew members stood near the plane entrance smiling wide and greeting them happily. They kind of looked like those clowns from the fun houses. Or just any clowns. Creepy things. The way they smiled looked as if they were trying to say 'Enter at own risk, may die of seeing your fat self in the fun house mirrors.'

"Watch your step," the shortest one of the crew mentioned. Kurt eyed the ground noticing the step up. The last step that says 'Once you're in. . . . You're not on the ground till landing in Connecticut' or 'Welcome to hell' and possibly adding 'Your early entry.' If that's what you believe. This was all a little too much.

Rachel pulled Kurt up that last step and turned into the plane. To Kurt's surprise it was different than what he had seen in the movies and any memories from his last plane trip had been cut from his memory. He didn't need that to haunt him. The plane was divided down the middle; each row had three seats on one side and three on the other and the row numbers were written above.

"Do you want to sit next the window?" Rachel asked walking into the right side of row eight. Kurt glanced at the window placed next to the seat noticing the wing of the plane just outside. He quickly shook his head. His mouth was unable to form words. There was no way. No way, he was going to sit next to the window and notice how far they were off the ground and there was no way he'd want to watch the wing of the plane either. Have you seen Final Destination?

"Maybe, on the way home?" Kurt's eyes widened at his own voice. High pitched and squeaky, but also, where did that even come from?

"Oh, okay," Rachel acknowledged. "That sounds like a plan. We can take turns." She smiled bright and plopped down into the seat placing her bag under the seat in front of her. Kurt remained standing eyes travel from the middle seat, end seat, the window, and the entrance to the plane.

"Blaine, sit with Kurt and your sister. That is how we purchased these tickets and that is how you will sit," Jeffery's voice was slightly on edge. Kurt broke his glances to look at the Jeffery and Blaine. What? Blaine has to sit with us?

"Kurt." He jumped at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder again. "Do you want to sit in the middle next to Rachel or on the end seat? I'm sure Blaine doesn't mind where he sits." Nathan's voice was calm and collected unlike Jeffery's. Kurt could hear Blaine muttered something causing Jeffery to smack him on the back of the head. Kurt looked over at the window noticing Rachel looking up at him with pleading eyes. He could tell that there was no way that she wanted to be sitting next to Blaine. And that probably made sense; one of them would probably be dead before the plane touched down in Pennsylvania.

"Middle, I'll sit in the middle?" Kurt sat down into the seat, buckled up and tried to forget that he'd be off the ground, a billion miles of the ground, in a few minutes. Jeffery placed Blaine in the seat next to him before sitting next to Nathan in the seats across the aisle.

"Now behave," Jeffery spoke to the three of teenagers but he's eyes were focused on Blaine mainly. Rachel nodded excitedly and Kurt moved his eyes to the seven inch screen on the seat in front of him. It was playing some commercial for the air line and switched to a video showing the safety packet in the pouch of the seat.

The stewardess stood at the front of the plan and began going over the rules of the plane and what to do in different situations, but Kurt wasn't paying attention. The only thing he was paying attention to was trying to remember how to breathe the right way and what his name was.

The plane starting backing up and Kurt glanced around a tad frantically. The lady finished talking? What the… oh my god the plane is moving! Rachel clapped her hands overwhelmed with excitement. She placing a hand on Kurt's arms and shook it slightly. His eyes were the only thing that moved to look at her.

"This is it! I am so excited!" She practically yelled into his ear and turned to gawk out the window to watch the ground disappear below.

"Damn, Hummel. I hope you use that grip in the bedroom," Blaine gave a laugh. Kurt looked down at his hands. They were holding on to the arm rests with an iron grip. His knuckles were white as snow and they were shaking. Scratch that, his whole body was shaking.

When the plane touched down in Pennsylvania, Kurt was the first one off the plane. He practically was kissing the ground, praising its existence. He found a seat and plopped down into it breathing heavily. He was trying to get back the sense that he was on solid ground again.

"Oh my god, Kurt. Are you okay?" Rachel appeared out of breath in front of him. He gave a nod. "You look white as a ghost, Kurt." She said placing a hand on his forehead.

"I'm fine, Rachel, everything is fine," Kurt told her and swatted away her hand. She looked at him concerned.

"Are you sure you are okay? What happened?" she pushed farther.

"Nothing," Kurt answered her.

"He doesn't do well on planes," Jeffery told her. Kurt looked up to find Jeffery and Nathan standing in front of him. Nathan gave him a dirty look before kneeling down in front of Kurt.

"What?" Rachel questioned. "Why didn't you tell me?" Kurt shrugged.

"Are you alright Kurt?" Nathan asked. Kurt just nodded. He didn't want this conversation to continue anymore. Nathan nodded in response; he knew Kurt didn't want this attention. He glanced at his watch. "It's 8:51, anyone hungry?"

"Food, yes! I'm hungry," Jeffery commented excitedly. Nathan stood and gave him an incredulous look.

"You are such a kid sometimes," Nathan said turning and walking to find a place where they sold food in the airport. Rachel wore a hurt expression but stood and followed behind her father. Kurt watched as she went a few steps. He could have told her but it probably would just end up in constant questioning. Kurt notice Blaine was still standing there watching Kurt with a weird look on his face. Kurt shook his head and got up to follow the Berry's.

"Let's go Blaine!" Jeffery turned to look back.

When they boarded the plane that would land in Connecticut, Rachel was up his butt. She wouldn't stop asking him if he was okay. He was more riled up by her. He felt more anxious and paranoid with her constant comments.

"Rachel, just shut the fuck up," Blaine shot at her annoyed. "Can't you see that you are just making it worse for him?" Rachel's mouth closed and she eyed Kurt carefully before turning to sit right in her seat and face toward the window. Kurt could kiss him, but that would be overly grotesque. Kurt glanced over at Blaine, but he was too interested with his iPod to notice Kurt.

When the pilot announced that the plane was ready for takeoff, that is when Kurt's mind started reeling and anxiety filled his veins again. He closed his eyes and sat back in his seat. And when he felt the plane began to move he took a deep breath. His hands once again gripped the arms rests tightly. Kurt felt the plane begin to speed up. They were on the runway. Any second they would be up in the air again.

Faster.

Faster.

Fast-

There was a sudden pressure on Kurt's right hand. Not the hand on Rachel's side, but the one on Blaine's. His eyes shot open and there it was. Blaine's hand was on top of Kurt's holding it ever so slightly. His thumb was slowly and softly running back and forth on Kurt's hand in a calming sort of way. Kurt felt calm. He didn't feeling his body would explode from the inside. He didn't feel anxious.

What the. . . what the hell is he doing?

He didn't dare look at Blaine. He didn't dare.