Mornin' folks :) Nothing new, but if you missed the memo the song of the chapter will be in the italicized single lines (ex: The first lyrics in this chapter is “as I write this letter). The song for the Chapter will always be the title too! To listen to the song...  

http:/www.youtube.com/watch?vp41xLRmEPoY

Inside compartment 19 on Amtrak 815, two strangers experienced something they certainly didn't expect at the beginning of the day.

As I write this letter.

The gelled down, homesick boy, spent the night rambling on about his true love and discussing the misunderstood stereotype about bow ties; while the broken, introverted girl found herself spending yet another night without sleep. However, instead of her usual tossing and turning, she let herself be engrossed in tears and conversation; two things that she normally happily avoided.

And when Amtrak 815 arrived in its station, they were both overwhelmed with a feeling that had been pushed back during the long night and now bubbled to the surface.

One with absolute joy.

The other with raw fear.

Send my love to you.

Kurt woke up at 6:15 in the morning with ease. To anyone else in the Hummel-Hudson house, it was merely the August 22nd. No biggie. Maybe a day for Carole to go shopping, or Finn to bake some cupcakes (oh get real, they didn't want a house fire). But no. Todaywas finally the day of Blaine's return. After an endless seven days without him, Kurt love had only been magnified more than it already was.

Remember that I'll always,

As he rushed through his morning moisturizing routine, as though that would ensue that Blaine's train would arrive any more quickly, and forced himself to sit down and stop. He was only picking up his cutie at 2, leaving him more than enough time to waste. Curling up, he decide to start biting into theProjectRunway marathon he recorded a while back, but somehow, his thoughts always drifted back.

It had been no secret to anyone that after Kurt had met Blaine- he had changed. I mean, the both did, but Kurt;s whole being took a sharp turn. Not necessarily that it was originally headed in a bad place, but it's safe to say that he was changed for the better.

Be in love with you.

So when blaine was gone for this long, Kurt would find himself slipping back into his old skin. It was strange, but not completely unwelcome. Naturally, he had been spending an overwhelming amount of time at Mercedes house, talking about the upcoming year and more importantly, her summer fling with Sam and what exactly went down. But he would find himself wearing shirts he hadn't touched in years and singing tunes from the old New Direction days.

Needless to say, he wanted Blaine back.

The hours of the day were passing interminably and he found himself checking his phone for the time every minute or so. He was tempted to call him, but voted against it. He'sprobablysleeping, orhewouldhavecalledmefirst. After their last phone call, he could hear the stress in Blaine's voice. Sleep would be nice for him.

Treasure these few words 'till we're together

And at 1:30, Kurt's eyes were glowing as he saw the clock. Within moments he had pratcially pranced into his Navigator.

Keep all my love forever

Though, as he pulled out of the driveway in his navigator, the his thoughts from earlier that day only seemed to haunt him. It was merely a few weeks ago that he had proposed the idea of Blaine's transfer. He completely understood the desire to be with your friends (it was the same desire that had lead Kurt back to McKinley last year), but he just neededBlaine to be with him. Blaine had been, understandably, on edge about the whole thing, and naturally, Kurt gave him time to think about it. He didn't want to press him for answers, but he really wanted an answer.

P.S. I love you

But currently, he was trying to focus on the fact that within an hour, he would have his love in his arms.

You, you, you

And yet, an hourlater, Kurt was trying to push down the feeling of impatience;it had been twenty minutes since Blaine's train was supposedly here. Kurt himself was exhausted, from lack of sleep of course, but more importantly, from lack of Blaine. He ached to see his boyfriend's goofy smile.

He leaned on his tiptoes to look over the heads of the surprisingly crowded room. Who knew that so many people would actually want to go to Utah? With no luck, he fell flat once more. This is what I get for having a boyfriend 3 feet under the average height of an eight-year-old.

Kurt's week had been just below awful. Yes, it was nice to hang out with Mercedes and Tina a bit more often, but they simply weren't Blaine

Sitting back down on the bench, he crossed his legs refindly. Honestly, if he had to spend five more minutes in this filthy place he was going-

All thoughts that were in the process were simply cut short at the sight of Blaine.

I'll be coming home again to you, love

And 'till the day I do...

He was carrying his red bag casually over his shoulder, but in such a way that he looked like he was modeling. His navy blue polo hugged his body tightly so the well defined muscles could be easily made out. And his tan skin had darkened considerably, leaving the smallest of a shade difference where his sunglasses had most likely been. Kurt knew he had a pair of pink ones that he tried to wear all the time. He only stopped because one day at the mall, a group of idiots stole them and happily proceeded to crack them in half down the center. Being Blaine, he had wanted to scotch tape them up like in Harry Potter, but Kurt insisted that they just buy some new ones instead. Blaine didn't wear them much in Ohio, so Kurt knew he was excited to have them on all the time while in Utah.

He still hadn't spotted Kurt, and was muttering worriedly to himself, as he looked around; eyebrows furrowed in a tight line. But, dear god, the way his eyes shined with fireworks when they met his own.

At Edward Cullen speed, they were flush together and Kurt had never been hugged so tightly before. It was though a sumo wrestler... or dragon... or... or... his thoughts just melted when he was around Blaine.

"Blaine, god, I missed you."

P.S. I love you

The other boy answered with a fiery kiss, so strong that Kurt started to lean back onto the bench behind him. Without any hesitation, Blaine slipped his tongue into his mouth and Kurt's knees almost buckled, for the ache he had been feeling before had now doubled. He let out an involuntary moan; it was the first time that he had tasted Blaine for a week, and hell, he tasted amazing. However, he was aware of the many eyes focused on them and he suddenly came back to his senses. They had never showed this much affection in a perfectly public place, and he didn't want some oncoming slurs to ruin their great reunion, so with a sturdy hand, Kurt attempted to push him off. Blaine, having none of that and still seeking more, pulled him tighter into his muscular arms- determined to not be moved. Kurt struggled against the solid grip around his waist. God, please don't let some homophobe morons pass by, he thought. It wasn't until Blaine surfaced for air that Kurt had the chance to gasp, "Blaine please!" that he finally obliged.

Blaine pressed his forehead to his. smiling as he breathed, "I just missed you so much Kurt"

You, You, You

Kurt was panting and blushing furiously, but was so incredibly happy to have Blaine back. He intertwined their fingers tightly between their bodies. "And I said I missed you too" he smiled. "But not here." There were still many people staring blatantly at them. "C'mon let's just go to the car."

Blaine gave him a tired but loving smile and nodded. It wasn't the goofy smile that Kurt had been looking for, but it made his heart flip all the same.

Send my love to you

He seemed to remember that they were in public too, for Blaine didn't try to do more than an occasional hand brush or hip bump as they walked out of the station. Although, every once and awhile he would turn around and look at him with those ginormous golden eyes and it was though Kurt could feel the love and anticipation radiating off of him.

Turns out he had a good reason because the moment that Kurt had opened the back door and threw his bag into the backseat, he turned around just to be slammed into the car by Blaine. Their lips were crushed together and Blaine's calloused hands were immediately on his hips just brushing the bare skin between Kurt's shirt and pants. Every drop of restraint that Kurt had been holding was flushed out of him at the contact. The kiss wasn't desperate; at first it was slow, yet bursting with passion- but as they continued, it began to pick up speed. Before long their tongues were dancing and massaging one another, while Kurt's arms slipped around Blaine's neck and into the forest of black curls that oddly enough, weren't gelled.

Blaine body pressed harder and harder into Kurt's before he realized that the backdoor of the car was still open. Kurt broke off the kiss for just enough time so he could pull the two of them into the backseat without hitting their heads. When they reattached, it continued on- but not for too long. To feel Blaine's weight on him was heavenly but he still craved more. As lips traced down Kurt jawline, goose bumps blossomed on his skin. A week of not seeing his face was as close to hell as Kurt ever wanted to be, and he thought they deserved to enjoy the heaven now. He could feel Blaine's heartbeat more clearly than anything else and he just wanted to velcro his body to his own-.

But suddenly, Blaine pulled back. His eyes met Kurt's and they just stared at each other for a moment, as though in shock.

Remember

"I love you." Blaine said as though he just remembered.

That'll always, be in love with you

Kurt sat up a bit so he could get a better view of his boyfriend. "I love you too," he answered, receiving one of those goofy, in love, smiles that he was hoping for, as well as another deep but brief kiss.

Giggling, he grasped Blaine's hand lovingly and kissed the fingertips. "I hope you don't just do this to everyone you share a vehicle with," he joked. "Or I might have to have a talk with that roommate who scared you so much."

As though someone had flipped a light switch, Blaine's gaze transformed from love to concern. Or was it guilt? He shifted so his weight wasn't completely on top of him, while Kurt was suddenly aware of the dark circles around his eyes and thought again how is hairwasn'tgelled. He sat up completely.

"What is it?" he asked sharply.

"I'm tired." Blaine murmured.

"Oh please, everyone knows that that's code for 'I'm not okay'".

Blaine looked at him, his golden eyes seeming hurt and conflicted. "No really, I am tired. I never got to sleep on the train, and..." he broke off in thought.

Kurt felt a bullet of panic as he coaxed him on, "And?"

Blaine looked at him with equal panic when he spoke quickly as he answered. "No no, everyone's.. I mean.. everything's okay. I'mokay. Its just... I've... I have been thinking, Kurt." He paused a long while. The silence was painful to be in. He could see the gears in his boyfriend's head turning. The panic that was once lodge in Kurt's throat was now coursing all throughout his body. That was the opening line to a breakup- he had watched enough movies to know that.

Kurt almost cried in relief when Blaine finally answered.

"I didn't see you all week, and it was the worst week of my life. I don't know what I'm gonna do when you leave for college."

I'll be coming home again to you, love

Kurt smiled warmly. "We have a whole year okay? We'll cross that bridge when we come to it sweetie," He stroked Blaine's cheek and the boy buried his face in Kurt's palm. "And I can't believe you didn't get any sleep. You look terrible."

And 'till the day I do

"I love you too."

Kurt chuckled. "C'mon, get up. Front seat," he demanded.

Blaine did what he was told without question, and by the time they were out of the parking lot, he was fast asleep against Kurt's shoulder. He honestly did look absolutely exhausted.

His cheek was burning against Kurt's shoulder, not just body warmth, but actual heat that stung after a while.

Yet as hot as Blaine was (in both ways of course), Kurt couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't being completely honest with what was bugging him. His mood retracted from so fierce to completely limp. Kurt would be lying if he said it wasn't suspicious. It wasn't as though he didn't trust Blaine- his boyfriend was one of the few people that Kurt actually did trust- but there was something else.

But how could he focus on that "something else" when he'd finally been united with the one he was in so very love with, and the first day of his senior year was only a week away? Sure, Blaine had never given an answer to Kurt's request that he transfer to McKinley, which is completely understandable, but he still had his hopes.

Feeling sentimental, he popped in the CD mix that Blaine had made him last four their five month anniversary- which just happened to land on the day Blaine had left for Utah. He had had it one replay all week. Making sure that it was turned down low enough not to wake his sleeping love, he pressed play, trying to keep quiet; he even went as far to not sing along.

P.S.

But even though he was expecting it, on the first track a few chords of Blackbird started to play and Kurt felt a yank in his chest. Over the summer, he discovered how much Blaine honestly meant to him. When they were in New York for Nationals, he thought he knew he wanted to live there for the rest of his life, but on the off chance Blaine wouldn't be behind him, would it be worth it?

I love you.

"Kurt?"

Kurt jumped at the voice. Blaine hadn't moved for a while, but apparently wasn't asleep.

"Yes, Blaine?"

The silence rang with the words of the Beatles.

You.

"I really love you."

You.

"I really love you too."

You.

Blaine pressed his face into the side of Kurt's bicep, kissed it, and then went back into sleeping position.

He felt another sharp yank in his chest and pressure start to involuntarily build around his eyes.

"Don't cry," Blaine whispered.

"I'm not." Kurt lied. Blaine couldn't see his face, so how did he know that? But the dark haired boy didn't answer back for a very long.

"I hope you had a good week, Kurt"

"It could've been better.."

"Betcha' mine was worse," he answered with an almost sharp tone. "I mean, I bet there are people all over the world who have had horrible week; much worse than mine." It surprised Kurt, the dark thought.

He laughed a bit nervously.. "Where do you get these ideas?"

"I dunno… Utah?"

"Well, we can agree that you're never going back there again."

"I think she's was alright..."

"What?" Kurt gasped. Did he just hear him say…?

"I said itwas alright. Utah takes a lot of crap, but it could be worse.."

Kurt paused.

"Oh. Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said finally.

"I didn't. It's really hard to enjoy things when your missing people."

Kurt's smiled in a tight line. "Goodnight Blaine. You should get some sleep."

Blaine pressed his nose again into his arm. "I love you Kurt. I'm not going to leave this." he declared. He spoke so firmly it sent a bolt of worry through Kurt.

"I know," he affirmed. "I love you too."

I love you.