Kurt and Blaine clung to each other in the airport terminal, hugging tightly, their eyes wet with tears.

"I'm going to miss you so much," Blaine whimpered.

"God, me too," Kurt said with a sigh. He squeezed Blaine a little tighter.

"I'll call you every day, I promise."

"You'd better." Kurt pulled back from the hug, sniffling a little. "This is ridiculous. It's only four days apart. I shouldn't be getting all emotional like this."

"I just wish we could be together," Blaine said sadly.

"Me too." He gave Blaine's hand one last squeeze.

It was a goodbye worthy of a year-long voyage to Africa, but when they parted ways it was at the baggage claim section of the Columbus airport. Kurt moved toward his father's open arms at the door to the parking garage, and Blaine waved politely to Burt before heading out to where his mother was waiting in an idling SUV by the curb.

It was going to be a long, torturous Thanksgiving.

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This is dumb. We're married. We should be spending our holidays together.

We've been over this, Blaine. How could we possibly make excuses to our parents? And we're together every day. Four days apart won't kill us.

I miss you. I love you.

We will have awesome sex back in New York in a few days.

That makes me feel slightly better.

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Mr. Anderson raised his champagne glass. "To another happy Thanksgiving with all our family gathered together." He clinked his glass with his wife's, then with Cooper's and Blaine's before they all drank.

"What's the matter, Blaine?" he asked as he set his glass down. "You look sad."

"I'm fine," Blaine lied.

"Are things not going well in New York? Is the stress of school getting to be too much?"

"No, things in New York are great," Blaine said. "I just miss Kurt, is all. It would have been nice to spend Thanksgiving together with him."

Mr. Anderson wrinkled his forehead. "Thanksgiving is for family."

"Kurt is my family," Blaine said, almost angrily even though there was no call for that kind of reaction.

"Kurt's your boyfriend," Mrs. Anderson said. "We're your family. Wait until you get married. You'll see. It's different."

Blaine managed to choke down his meal somehow.

Cooper handed him the keys to his rental car after dinner. "Go see him. Just promise me you won't crash the car. I've already got two other rental companies on my case."

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Carole answered the door, surprised at his arrival. Blaine looked at her apologetically. He should have called first, but he'd been terrified that they'd say he wasn't welcome. "Hi," he said. "I just wanted to come over and say—"

"Blaine!" Kurt leapt up from the couch and bounded to the door, nearly knocking Blaine over with the force of his hug.

Burt grinned at him. "Come on in, we're just recovering from our food comas before dessert."

"I don't mean to intrude on your family time," Blaine said, hesitant to even enter the house.

"Don't be silly, Blaine," Burt said. "You are family."

Snuggled on the couch later that night, Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear. "I don't care what anyone says. We are finding a way to spend all of Christmas break together."