The hard plastic was so uncomfortable that every few minutes he was forced to squirm just a bit. Dozens of harried-looking people crossed in front of his eyes, but he paid them no mind. He was only there to wait. His black duffel bag rested on the floor against his leg. The noise of the airport was tumultuous, but he had been there for so long it had faded into nothingness. Instead, he held his head in his hands, eyes shut, singing a song silently.

"And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything,
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?"

He felt completely alone in the sea of people around him. His father had been standing in the never-ending line at the ticket window, trying to fix whatever problem he'd detected with their flight, and his mother was currently in the ladies' room, fixing her appearance before the trip.

The song in his head drowned out the sounds of the boots bustling toward him. He barely heard someone sit next to him; he didn't look up, assuming it was just his mother.

Then a voice whispered into his ear, "Well, hey there, handsome."

He started, and then looked up. "Kurt?"

Kurt smiled. "Hey Blaine."

Blaine's head whipped back and forth, searching for his parents. Luckily, neither was in sight. "Kurt, what're you doing here? I told you you didn't have come!"

Kurt rolled his eyes, amazed at his boyfriend's slowness. "Yes, that's what you told me. But what I heard was, 'I'm scared that my parents are going to figure out that we're dating, so please don't come.' Did I translate Blaine-speak correctly?"

Despite himself, Blaine chuckled. "Sometimes you're too smart for your own good, you know that, Hummel?"

Kurt beamed, and the look sent a shiver of something down Blaine's spine. He grabbed Kurt's hand, and the two reclined in their ridiculously uncomfortable seats for minute. Blaine saw his father's large back toward the front of line; he knew that in a short time he would be returning, and if Kurt was still there, awkwardness would ensue. Of course, he could count on his mother to spend every last second before take-off in front of the mirror, powdering her face or doing God knows what else in the bathroom.

"So why did you come, Kurt?" He felt like he needed to break the silence, though the concourse was far from quiet.

Kurt sighed, and squeezed the hand he held. Before he answered, he gazed out the huge glass windows in front of him as a jet tore off down the runway, eventually curling up into the hazy sky. "Eight days is far too long, Blaine. To go from Sunday to Sunday without seeing you? Pure torture. I know we talked last night, but...it wasn't going to hold me over."

Blaine laughed lightly. "It isn't as though I'll be entirely incommunicado this week, Kurt!" The soft blue eyes he stared into were tearing up. Now he squeezed Kurt's hand. "I'll have my phone on me the whole time, and you can text or call me whenever."

"That's nice but..." Kurt's voice trailed off. He looked away.

"Hey." Blaine lifted his free hand and guided Kurt's soft chin back toward himself. "But what?"

"It's not the same as seeing you."

Kurt wanted to burn the look on Blaine's face into his memory forever. He wanted to see it every time he shut his eyes, because it was pure beauty. His golden eyes danced in the sunlight that poured in from the glass walls, and the softest, brightest smile illuminated his face. He seemed simply serene.

"I know exactly how you feel."

And then he leaned in, and without hesitation pressed his lips tenderly against Kurt's, breathing in his heavenly scent. Kurt lost all feeling everywhere except for his face.

The kiss didn't last long. It didn't have to. Everything that the two needed to say to each other was said. They both stood and embraced each other. Blaine heard Kurt sniffle softly in his ear.

"Hey," he murmured. "It's just a stupid family reunion. I'll be back before you have the chance to miss me."

"Liar." Blaine smiled at this. "I already miss you."

"I love you, Kurt Hummel."

"I love you more, Blaine Anderson."

"Liar."