The alarm clock rang notifying Kurt that it was Friday morning. He reached over and slapped his hand down on the clock causing it to fall off his night stand and pounding to the wood floor below. Kurt rolled over shoving his face into his pillow. He did not want to get up this morning. After getting over the shock that he was going to Paris for three week in January, okay, yeah, he's never going to get over that, but anyway Kurt had spent most of the night packing for the couple day stay in Lima. He would pack clothes and then decide that he didn't want to wear the outfits that he planned and empty his bag, starting all over again. After about two hours Kurt got the usual three bags down to one bag and a carry-on.

With paints packed as well. Kurt had painting left to do still and he knew that there were some canvases back at his father's house in Lima, but he needed to bring his own paints. He knew for a fact he wouldn't have paints there and he knew that he wouldn't be able to buy these special paint's in little old Lima.

It was late-ish when he went to bed and now he just wanted sleep. Sleep through the whole day and wake tomorrow in Blaine's arms. But he couldn't do that, he had a plane to catch in a few hours.

Kurt was going home today. He couldn't tell if he was excited or afraid. He missed his family dearly. Missed them so much. But he hates going back home. He hates what Lima, Ohio reminds him of. The hurt, pain and bullying likes to flood back in to his body while he is there. It loves to taunt him every second of every day while he is there. He has to watch his back make sure no one is lurking over his shoulder. Trips to Ohio were tiring and scary, so he usually only goes during Thanksgiving and Christmas and maybe once or twice during the rest of the year. He tries not to go there often, even if his family is there.

He just can't stand it there. It drives him close to insane. Of course he found Blaine in Ohio, but that was Westerville not Lima. Blaine was the best and only good thing that came out of that terrible god forbidding place called Ohio.

After about five minutes of Kurt's alarm going off while it was placed on the floor Kurt finally decided to get out of bed. Feeling horrible about the whole situation, Kurt tried to focus on the fact that he was going to see Blaine tomorrow. After a long terrible eleven days, with hardly any communication with Blaine, he would be reunited with the love of his life. And Kurt could not wait to see him and just simply be in his arms.

Kurt walked to the bathroom to get ready, he began thinking about the second business trip that Blaine had gone on and remembered their reuniting moment. It was better than Blaine's first time he went on a business trip but not as good as it could have been.

Kurt's defiantly hated being away from Blaine. Kurt knew hate was a strong word and shouldn't just be thrown around. But for this certain topic it was clearly appropriate to use. Kurt absolutely and completely hated it. It was terrible and Kurt just wanted to sit there and cry about every little thing that 'went wrong'.

Of course Kurt knew he was being a little dramatic but he couldn't help it. He didn't know why it happened but it just did. Kind of like those days were you just feel like crying and you have to particular reason why.

Kurt ran down the hall of terminal 5 at John F Kennedy International Airport tears already building up in his eyes. Blaine's flight was landing in about five minutes and Kurt wanted to be there when he walked out of the gates to the baggage area. The travelers starred at him while he rushed past in a hurry, but he didn't care what they thought. His mind was set on Blaine and Blaine only. That's all he wanted right now and nothing was going to change that.

When he made it to the baggage claim he over to the screen that told the flights. Scanning over it he found: Miami, Florida to Jamaica, New York : Landed. A smile appeared on Kurt's face as he read over the word 'Departed' multiple times. Walking over to the gates exit doors, he looked through seeing escalators filled with people who just landed from different flights. Kurt's eyes searched urgently over all the people coming down his smile reluctantly turning into a frown.

He became nervous watching all these people none of them were Blaine.

"Where are you Blaine?" Kurt whispered eagerly. His hand began to play nervously with bracelet wrapped around it. Kurt was about to walked back to the screen and double check the plane schedules when he saw a curly mop of hair turn the corner and walk on to the escalator. Kurt's smile appeared back on to his face.

Blaine ran a hand through his thick wide curls. He obviously just got up and on to the plane not caring about anything else. Blaine looked up his eyes meeting Kurt's, a smile appearing on his gorgeous face. Tears began falling from Kurt's soon as Blaine made it off the escalator and out of the area that Kurt couldn't get into, Kurt bolted to him.

Kurt jumped into Blaine's arms causing Blaine's carry-on to fall to the ground. Blaine wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt's waist digging his head into Kurt's neck giving it a light feathery kiss. Blaine lifted Kurt off the ground and spun him around. Kurt giggled at how clich� it was, but he didn't care, he was back in Blaine's arms.

When Kurt felt his feet firmly planted back on to the ground he pulled out of the hug and placed a fiery passionate kiss on Blaine's lips. Blaine responded with just as much need as Kurt used.

"I missed you so much," Kurt said pulling away breathless placing their foreheads together.

"I missed you too. I love you." Blaine responded.

"I love you too," Kurt said pulling Blaine into another urgent kiss of want, love, and need.

When Kurt finished getting ready in the bathroom he went to the kitchen to find something quick and easy to eat. He still has to call the cab, pick up Rachel and be at the airport about two hours before their plane took off.

Kurt sighed finding two wrapped present laying on the table that was no longer decorated in rose petals and candles, like Kurt had left it last night. Kurt honestly didn't know what to say to Blaine about all these present when he would see him next. Kurt still believed that he didn't need any of these, that he didn't need special treatment. They were equals in their relationship; Blaine didn't have to go all out for him.

A letter was placed on top of the decorated wrapped boxes. Kurt grabbed it and opened it, reading.

Dear Kurt,

There are two days left until Christmas, one left till I get to see your beautiful face again.

Lord knows how much I miss you. I really wish I could take you along on my business trips. I know you would be extremely bored during most of the time. But at night we'd at least be together. Maybe I'll ask that next time.

Anyway, in these boxes are two of the same things. One matches your gorgeous eyes and the other matches my ordinary eyes. They are both for you.

Of course, these won't be able to top yesterday's gift, but they will be completely necessary in the winter of Paris.

Please pack them in your bag for Ohio, it's chilly there. You're going to need what's in the box.

I hope you have a nice flight and I'll see you soon.

Love you always,

Blaine

Kurt smiled opening the box that was closest to him. In the box was a blue-ish scarf that had to match his eyes perfectly. There was no doubt about it. Opening the next box was another scarf that was golden –ish and match Blaine's eyes amazingly. Kurt smiled at Blaine corniness. The whole 'It's chilly in Ohio thing'. Kurt shook his head, but brought the scarfs to his room and shoved them into his carry-on.