June 26, 2013, 3:25 p.m.
What is Home?: Chapter 7
E - Words: 1,296 - Last Updated: Jun 26, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 8/? - Created: Jun 05, 2013 - Updated: Jun 26, 2013 101 0 0 0 0
"Thank you again for flying with United Airlines, and welcome to Ohio."
Kurt quickly unfastened his seatbelt and gathered his belongings from the overhead bin. He still couldn't believe he was back in Ohio after six years. He never planned to come back or to see the pathetic town he was forced to grow up in. But, here he was. And there was no turning back. If he didn't show up to the wedding, then that would just confirm everyone's theories:
He was just another selfish, egotistical, celebrity who only cared about making a name for them.
In all honesty... that was the way he seemed. Kurt knew what he wanted and never let anyone get in his way.
Walking through the airport was basically like getting hit with an air of nostalgia.
Kurt could see himself in some outrageous outfit he had gotten online for a great deal chatting away with Tina as they window shopped and talked about their futures.
He could see Santana making a snarky comment to Sam about his 'trouty mouth' that caused Mr. Shue to intervene.
And he could see Blaine, adorable as ever, holding Kurt's suitcases just because he wanted to.
Kurt shook his head and tried to clear his head of such thoughts. If he was going to get through this trip, he needed to keep a clear head and make sure not to let his emotions get in the way.
Besides, he had a boyfriend waiting back at home in New York for him. A smart, gorgeous, playwriting boyfriend who Kurt loved dearly.
Speaking of which...RING! RING! RING!
"Hey Danny!" Kurt chirped enthusiastically. "I just got off the plane and am now waiting at baggage claim."
"So the flight went smoothly? No overexcited teenage girls following you into bathrooms for a picture?" He joked.
Kurt laughed loudly, earning a few irritated looks from those around him. "No, not yet anyway. How is your script coming along? Remember to send it to me when you are finished."
"You say that everyday, it would be hard to forget. And as I keep reminding you, I am only halfway finished. But the second I write my last word, it is getting sent to you."
" Okay, okay. I will stop pestering you, honey. I have to go, the bags are coming and I think I can see mine."
"Alright...well call me when you are at the hotel."
"Will do."
"And Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
"I just really love you and miss you already."
"Aw...I love you too. And don't worry I'll be back home before you know it!"
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"Hi, I would like a medium drip and one chocolate biscotti please." Blaine ordered as he slipped across a twenty-dollar bill.
The blonde girl behind the counter winked flirtatiously as she took his order down eyed his body.
Blaine was used to this, unfortunately. Nobody ever expected that he was gay. After all, he did so many things to break the stereotype. He watched football, wore flannel, he didn't have an excessively high voice. But it still bothered him when girls practically threw themselves at him. What he really wanted and needed was a boyfriend.
Someone to make him smile, laugh, and someone he could hold throughout the night. He would spoil them completely. He would make them breakfast in bed, take him out to all the expensive restaurants, and dancing on the weekends.
In the past six years, Blaine had had several flings. But none that were serious. Not one of those boys caused his heart to race or hands to sweat. So, Blaine decided that he would stop looking for love and maybe it would find him on its own. Aren't that what most magazines said to do?
After weeks of helping Mercedes plan this wedding because her maid of honor, Santana, found it too much work, he definitely needed caffeine. The date was fast approaching, which meant that whatever Mercedes needed...he would have to do. He could not wait until this entire thing was over and he could get on with his life.
Today, he lived in the bustling city of Seattle. He worked in the day doing advertising and at night he would meet up with friends. No, it wasn't the dream job, but he was happy.
Blaine returned to Ohio about five times a year. It was always fun to catch up with old friends, see his family during the holidays, and walk around the place he grew up in. There were so many memories in such a small town, and he wouldn't give them up for the world. Even the bad ones.
As his order was called, Blaine reached out to take his coffee from the blonde girl who, once again, gave him a wink. It looks like she has eye twitches, Blaine thought as he thanked her and glanced down at his cup.
Written on the side in black sharpie was the name Tiffany, a number, and a heart next to it. Blaine smiled to himself and shook his head slightly. It was good to know that even after all these years; his appearances remained up to par.
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Back again...this placed hasn't even changed a bit, Kurt noticed as he sat in the back of his limousine and leaned against the window. He took in his surroundings, observing the way he used to walk home and the corner where he once tripped and scraped his knees and his mom had to carry him all the way home.
He looked out at the park where his dad taught him how to ride a bike.
And he looked over at the grassy area where Kurt taught his father proper etiquette for a tea party.
I can't do this...Why did I think I could handle coming back here? Kurt asked himself as he looked away from the window and leaned back in his leather seat. He felt a bit ridiculous in such a huge car all by himself.
It was surely grabbing attention from those outside as well. It was not every day that a celebrity came strolling down the streets of Ohio.
Kurt was beyond freaking out now. Everything was becoming so overwhelming. For the first time in a long time, he truly felt alone. All by himself in a foreign place.
No one was there to tell him that they loved him, no one was there to whisper sweet nothings in his ears when he couldn't fall asleep, and no one was there to remind him that he was home. That he was safe and protected. All he felt right now in the back of this car was vulnerable.
He just needed to get to the hotel, settle in, maybe order room service, and watch a Desperate Housewives Marathon. What can he say, it was a guilty pleasure.
But, of course he had no such luck. Did Kurt really think that he would be able to come home to Lima without drawing attention to himself? That the biggest new celebrity could just waltz through the airport unnoticed? Was it so much to ask that for once he could live a normal life?
Apparently, everyone thought so. Because right in front of the entrance to the hotel was about half of Lima's population in photographers, news reporters, and more. So much for staying under the radar.
"Shit."