“Good morning Kurt”

“Hey, good morning, how's things, we get the weather report yet?”

“All clear and ready for smooth sailing I heard…or flying…you know whatever-” Kurt smiled and tugged his small carry-on black suitcase up and on to the conveyer belt, he unhooked his watch, placed it into a plastic tray and pushed it forward until the mechanism kicked in and carried his things off into the dark metal tunnel to be examined.

Security was strangely quiet for an early Friday morning, not the normal throngs of crowds hurrying and scurrying just yet, just the usual staff and crew making their way through ready for the daily grind. The sun shone bright and hot through the clear glass ceiling to floor windows and the overhead ceiling spotlight panels, Kurt smiled to himself, a bright day equals a smooth flight, which equals in happy travellers and after today's shift he had his first full weekend off in months and he knew exactly how he was going to spend every minute of it.  

He yawned despite his wave of excitement, it was an ungodly hour at the end of a busy week after all especially after the Twelve hour shift he'd put in not eight hours ago, and walked towards the metal archway where he was summoned forward by another recognisable smiling face. Kurt smirked lightly and raised an eyebrow as he stepped through, throwing his arms out in a ‘ta-da' fashion with wiggling fingers when there was no sound when he got through to the other side, none but the smooth electric hum of the belts and machines and only frantic beeping coming from other arches off in the other aisles.

“Ah no beep-beep today, you're getting good at this Hummel-” Kurt winked and grinned as he retrieved his items, clasping his watch back on to his wrist and extended the metal pole of his carry-on ready to wheel behind him.

“That tongue-stud was a one time thing, I told you-”

“Whatever you say, safe flying today, to you and yours-” Kurt waved politely over his shoulder as he briskly walked off into the busy terminal towards his favourite coffee bar, he still had a little time before he had to board ready for the passengers to arrive.

Heels clicked and wheels rolled loudly all around him, loud chatter and frantic worries, buzzing and beeping, static voices booming over the sound systems. Sometimes Kurt would have to pop an Aspirin before he even came in to work, sometimes he'd have to wear he glasses to dull the light throb in his temples and behind his eyes, but today he smiled, he smiled at the noises and the woman who almost knocked him off of his feet to get by, he smiled at the kid who spilled his soda when he wasn't being watched properly and the sticky liquid almost caught the sides of Kurt's shoes.

He approached the coffee counter and tipped his chin politely as he pulled his wallet out from the inner-pocket of his Royal Blue blazer piped with scarlet red around the cuffs, he slid his staff card out and handed it over to the barista who was watching him with a shy smile and pinked cheeks. “The usual Mr Hummel?”

“Yes please, thank you,” He took the card back and placed his wallet neatly back inside the silky lining, he tilted his face up to the overhead windows and revelled in the warmth pouring in from the morning summer sun. He shrugged off his jacket and draped it neatly over his forearm as he turned around, back leaning against the counter, arms folded over themselves and legs crossed at his ankles. His thin crisp white shirt stretched over his broad chest and the silk red skinny tie he wore complimented his pale complexion beautifully, and the tight pull of his fitted blazer-matching trousers over his calves and thighs and ass really did not need any further explanation.

He loved this, the people, the hustle and bustle, the uniforms, and it wasn't beneath him to say he loved the way he was looked at sometimes also, he was proud of how he looked now, he deserved it. He remembers looking up at tall uniformed handsome strangers when he was a kid clinging to his parent's hands, his wide greeny-blue eyes staring up in awe and admiration, and now it was him, now people were staring at him, kids wanting to be him and adults just wanting him.

Yes he maybe tired and it may not be the most glamorous of jobs but he can honestly say that he loved it all still, this whole airport life, this was what he was used to now, what he loved. Sure he never thought that this is what he would be doing with his life, that this is what he wanted as a career for himself when he graduated his fashion and performance arts majors Five years ago, he could still change his mind if he ever wanted to, but right now he didn't want to.

Kurt oozed charisma and charm, he was kind and polite but stern and firm and final when needed, he loved meeting new people, talking to them, serving them, he was extremely clever and adaptable, smart and wise beyond his years and cut out for this role completely. The fact that he also got to travel and see and experience new places and cultures was an added extra bonus, although recently he preferred the short-haul flights, home life was busy at the moment and he needed the extra nights and morning to arrange appointments, to sleep in, to make long lazy shared breakfasts and then to fall back into bed and immerse himself into deep pleasure and sleep.

He had fallen into this job somehow and he didn't feel so inclined to fall back anytime soon, he'd found himself here, he'd found a new life, a one he could share, a fresh start and a promising future.

“Um Mr Hummel, your drinks Sir?” Kurt whipped around with a smile, “I um, I added some chocolate sprinkles to the non-fat latte and extra cinnamon to the Mocha, I uh I know how the Capt-”

“Yes you're right, he does-” Kurt grinned and nodded, picking up the small cup holder and clutching the handle of his suitcase with his blazer still neatly balance in the crook of his elbow as he started to move away.

“Thank you so much, have a good day,” he continued on to his gate, looking around the terminal, the custom was pouring in all around him now, busying by the second, and by the look of a little boys face as he passed him, wide eyes and pink parted lips he knew exactly what was coming from behind him, he looked over his shoulder and smirked to have his suspicions confirmed.

They were like a group of rock stars-almost, the A-team, the fantastic-whatever the list was endless. They turned heads no matter what, kids laughing trailing after them, ladies swooning and even the men couldn't deny that they wanted to be them. Two of them in particular were dressed in uniforms very similar to Kurt's own, the only difference being that their ties were lined with Gold pointing down to the triangular tip, and the right hand side breast pocket of their jackets sported a shining gold pin in the shape of a sort of bird's wing.

The pilots made their way towards their respective departure lounges for that morning, luggage trailing behind them, smiles bright and wide on their faces as they waved their hands and caps, one by one they trailed off with well wishes for the day until only two were left making their way towards Kurt, heading for the same direction, the two with the similar uniforms and familiar faces, one very, very familiar face.

Kurt slowed down and stepped to the side as he approached the escalator to take them down to their gate, The pilots had more important things to be doing than he did, they were in more of hurry than he was so he politely stepped to the side, it also wasn't classed as strictly professional to ‘socialise' whilst at work especially out in the terminal, so he did his best to stay out of the way of the cabin and cockpit crew unless actually working on the aircraft with them, which they would be in a matter of moments anyway, but Kurt didn't need to add fuel to the fire which was HQ, that's how rumours start after-all.

The pilots approached him as he stepped back, the first officer/ MP smiled with a knowing head nod and stepped forward and down on to the moving metal steps carrying him down, he looked back up behind him, chuckled and called out quietly under his breath as he was carried downwards, “Come on Captain, we got work to do,” Kurt smirked shyly, eyeing him before averting his gaze over to the magnificence in front of him, he doesn't think he will ever get bored of this sight, ever.  

Captain Anderson, Captain Blaine Anderson, stepped out and on to the escalator smoothly before him, for a slightly shorter man his presence was a little over powering and in an all too good of a way, with strong muscular arms and legs, a wide chest and trim waist. His hat tucked away neatly under his arm and Raven-dark hair gelled back in a presentable side sweep, his jaw freshly shaven with just a slight dark sexy shadow covering his upper lip, and of course those eyes. Gold and green, caramels and hazel all mixed into one, beautiful and bright, captivating, framed by black long sweeping lashes, and they were staring right up at Kurt.

The more Blaine smiled, bright and wide, the more his eyes crinkled at the sides, and the more his cheeks dimpled, the very definition of amazingly cute and yet fiercely desirable. With him already having multi-racial genetics, his complexion was Olive and glowing at best but mixed in with the time he spent behind transparent glass up in clear blue skies and a scorching sun, put it this way, the guy was a sight for sore eyes, twenty-four/seven.

Kurt's heart will always skip a beat upon first sighting of the man in that get up, his cheeks will always blush a pretty pink and he will always have that ever loving urge to take the man down to the ground there and then and have at him, but some thoughts are best kept at just that, private thoughts, to be shared within the four walls of his bedroom only.

Blaine's eyes dropped from Kurt's down to the cup holder in his hands, he winked teasingly. Suddenly remembering Kurt quickly lurched forward and let Blaine take the mocha out of the holder before he was carried too far down and out of the way, he allowed himself one more appreciative look, they were still the only ones occupying the stairs at that point, and offered a cheeky yet grateful smile and nod before the escalator took him all of the way down to the bottom and out of Kurt's eager eyesight.

Like he said, Kurt couldn't see himself growing tired of this job anytime soon.

*

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is now safe to unbuckle your seat belts to travel around the aircraft safely, please make sure seatbelts are refastened whenever in your allocated seats, and please do take the time to keep all personal belongings safe and secure, the cabin crew will be offering refreshments shortly, thank you,” Kurt hung up the handset and swept a hand over his forehead, careful not to mess his coif, it was hot today onboard, and it wasn't like they could crack open a window or anything, and uniform rules meant that unless already wearing a short sleeved shirt, all shirts were to remain neatly tucked in and fastened at the cuff, great.

The surround speakers let out a little ding as the seatbelt safety lights flicked off and a small crackle indicated that the cockpit was ready to make an announcement to the cabin hold.

“Good morning once again ladies and gents, just checking in with a short message from your Captain here,” Blaine's voice rung out smooth and low, settling nicely within the pit of Kurt's stomach as he prepped the serving cart ready to roll down the aisle, “We're now flying at around Thirty-thousand feet, the flight duration will be roughly around Two hours and Forty-five minutes and the current temperature is 27 degrees centigrade, that is about 81 degrees Fahrenheit, the winds are out of the South at 12 MPH, excellent visibility, and next to almost no clouds, its clear skies all the way, so once again we fondly welcome you aboard this flight and thank you for choosing to fly with us today, I'll now leave you with our fantastic cabin crew and their ever so capable hands,” Kurt popped open a bottle of water to quickly sip before heading out to serve the customers, he brought the plastic rim to his lips, “ and they are lead by the ever so skilful, professional and charming Kurt, who also has very capable and talented hands,” Kurt choked and coughed, water spraying up the small walls of the galley and the floor, just missing his shirt and trousers and shoes. “Good bye for now, please do enjoy your flight.”

Bastard. He could practically hear the teasing grin in his voice and just knew that the two of them would be sitting on the other side of the thin wall, in the cockpit sniggering away in there, as would his two other assisting staff be from somewhere towards the rear of the aircraft. He swallowed a couple of times and willed his cheeks to cool before he appeared out from behind the stock shelves and drawers, the passengers were probably none the wiser, hardly anybody listened anyway, but that was besides the point.

He allowed himself another moment and smiled inwardly, hidden and private, boy he could not wait to get this shift over with.

*

At around Six that evening Kurt closed his apartment's front door behind him, with a tired yet contented sigh and closed eyes he dropped the keys down in to the glass dish on the side table in the entrance hall, kicked off his shoes without even looking and left his little suitcase right where he dropped it by the table. He made his way into the bedroom, fingers already working their way around the knot of his tie as he flicked on the light switch with a nudge of his elbow. He walked over to the bed, scowling at the rumpled sheets but not actually caring enough to do anything about it and dropped his tie atop the mess of sheets, he was just about to start on the buttons of his collar when a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders and a warm broad chest pressed up close to his back.

Kurt squeaked lightly before falling back into the embrace and relaxing completely as a low chuckle rumbled close to his ear and long nimble fingers worked expertly, pulling his buttons loose and open from top to bottom.

“You didn't fancy making the bed this morning?” A soft kiss was placed to the nape of neck.

“Didn't know it was my turn,” Kurt's shirt swung open and a warm palm with fingers fanned out made its way down over his sternum, his abdomen and to the waistline of his trousers, the other hand tugged and pulled at his metal belt buckle. Kurt moaned lowly, his head falling back, settling on to a firm and bare-he noted- shoulder.

“You were last out of it,” Warm lips brushed from the back of his neck and over to the curve of his shoulder as his shirt fell onto his upper arms, teeth gently grazed and nipped at a sensitive bone as his belt was pulled from around his hips and onto the floor in one swift fluid motion.

“By mere minutes-” As Kurt felt his pants loosen around his waist and drop slightly to the tops of his thighs, he lifted his head and straightened up, wriggling his arms and letting the shirt slip free and down, he deftly unclasped his cufflinks letting them hit the floor with a dull thud quickly followed by a pool of soft white fabric. He lifted his arms up and back, and threaded his fingers through soft still-damp hair, clean and product free and ready to play with, his favourite, he scratched lightly and smiled at the responsive groan he got in return.

“You also didn't fancy sticking to the script today either huh?” The next bite against the soft juncture of Kurt's neck between his jaw and collarbone was a little harder, and the pain-turned to instant pleasure shot straight down to his crotch. He could feel the grin against his skin as a tongue lapped and swept over and over.

“The cockpit needed a little light humour, we were bored,” Kurt spun around in the tight embrace, his lips instantly meeting with a pair as soft his own, as open and loose and pliant, welcoming and savouring again and again.

“Tut-tut Captain Anderson,” Kurt whispered against his lips before pulling back and starting a trail up and over Blaine's jaw where his morning shave was starting to wear off. Kurt's hands roamed over Blaine's back from top to bottom, shaping and framing each muscle and indent until they landed along the soft cloth of his towel, hanging low on his hips. He sucked a wet kiss to the spot just behind Blaine's ear, his nose toying with the drying curls around the area, “the passengers-”

“Didn't-doesn't know a thing-” Blaine's hands landed on the swell of Kurt's ass, cupping gently over his underwear, his bent knuckles causing his trousers to fall further down his thighs to his knees and then his ankles, “what does it matter anyway, everybody else knows, it's legit, it's not like we're fooling around-” Kurt's teeth lightly dug into the spot where his tongue had just marked and his fingers curled around the towelling, loosening it sufficiently within his grip.

“Mmm that we are not Captain, that we are not-” Blaine pulled back and peeked up at him then, his eyes glowing brightly, undeniable love and happiness pouring from every feature on his beautiful face, he grinned and tilted his head one side, a little questionably.

“Two years? Since you agreed to my whining and go on a date with me, Really?” Kurt positively beamed back at him, his arms still wrapped tightly around him and the towel, the key to his completely naked boyfriend in his very grasp, he nodded and ducked down for a lingering kiss.

“Two years today, Happy Anniversary honey-”

“Happy anniversary babe, oh and thanks for the coffee.”