With just days to go before they left for L.A., the Warblers were in a mad rush to finalize preparations for their performances. The excitement of going to the west coast for the first time - for most of them - caused them to be more scattered in rehearsals, with Mr. Schue constantly having to call people to attention. They had their major performances ready to go and today was the final day for them to have their solos approved. Kurt and Blaine had their duet down pat and Blaine had performed a solo the day before, so he was content to sit around and watch everyone freak out. Except Kurt. He could tell Kurt's nerves were getting the better of him. He knew Kurt had wanted to keep the song choice a secret, but Blaine knew anything he sang would sing like angels from heaven.

Kurt had returned to classes after the week he'd taken off, caught up on all of his work and more than ready to get back into the swing of things. He had some residual nervousness when he was alone, but for the most part, he felt fine. Juliet had cut their visits back to twice weekly unless he felt the need to talk more. His arms were healed and he was liberally applying creams to the scars to get them to lighten. Luckily, it was winter and long sleeves were a constant part of his wardrobe at this point.

Colton finished his solo and walked off the stage, giving Kurt a high five as he walked by. Kurt smiled timidly and took the stage. He'd been working on this number during every spare minute he could find. It had to be perfect for Blaine. Not that Blaine was a harsh judge, but he was singing from his heart and he wanted Blaine to feel it.

Kurt nodded at the overworked band and took the microphone.

Share my life, take me for what I am

Cause I'll never change all my colors for you

Take my love, I'll never ask for too much

Just all that you are and everything that you do

I don't really need to look very much further

I don't want to have to go where you don't follow

I won't hold it back again, this passion inside

Can't run from myself

There's nowhere to hide

Don't make me close one more door

I don't wanna hurt anymore

Stay in my arms if you dare

Or must I imagine you there

Don't walk away from me...

I have nothing, nothing, nothing

If I don't have you, you, you, you.

Kurt's eyes never left Blaine's as he sang. He never noticed that the bustling room had gone quiet and that every set of eyes and ears were on him. Blaine was leaning forward in his chair, smiling warmly.

You see through, right to the heart of me

You break down my walls with the strength of your love

I never knew love like I've known it with you

Will a memory survive, oh, one I can hold on to

I don't really need to look very much further

I don't want to have to go where you don't follow

I won't hold it back again, this passion inside

I can't run from myself

There's nowhere to hide

Your love I'll remember forever

Don't make me close one more door

I don't wanna hurt anymore

Stay in my arms if you dare

Or must I imagine you there

Don't walk away from me

I have nothing, nothing, nothing...

Don't make me close one more door

I don't wanna hurt anymore

Stay in my arms if you dare

Or must I imagine you there

Don't walk away from me

Don't walk away from me

Don't you dare walk away from me

I have nothing, nothing, nothing

If I don't have you, you, you, you

If I don't have you, oh....

The room filled with applause, so loud, it startled Kurt as he looked around for the first time. The entire team were applauding him, something that hadn't happened during any of the other solos. He smiled shyly and walked off the stage, quickly going to Blaine.

Blaine stood and took him in his arms. "That was beautiful, baby. You gave me chills. I am so proud of you and your talent," he said in Kurt's ear. "And I will never walk away from you."

Kurt shuddered as he sighed and relaxed in Blaine's arms. The song was about so many things. His insecurity, his love for Blaine, his knowledge that without Blaine in his life, it wouldn't be like a life at all. It would be existing and after doing that for so many years, he wasn't going to let go of the person responsible for changing all of that. "I love you, Blaine."

"I love you, too, babe."

. . . . .

"Kurt, are you sure you need all of that?" Blaine asked, looking doubtfully at the piles of luggage spread around their room. His own small suitcase was already packed and ready to go.

"Blaine, we have no idea what opportunities we might have while we're there! Not to mention the opportunities to astound important people with fashion. There is no way to know if we'll need a suit or a specific pair of boots," Kurt insisted, looking slightly frazzled.

"We're only going to be there for a week," Blaine insisted.

Kurt froze and turned to Blaine with a horrified look on his face. "Blaine Everett Anderson, are you insinuating I should wear the same outfits more than once? In Los freaking Angeles?"

Blaine swallowed. "Um, no. I was just thinking of packing and unpacking time, but, uh, never mind. Oh, I hear my phone, I'll be back in a few minutes." Blaine hurried out the door, grateful for the phone call. He considered himself pretty badass, but Kurt in a snit was nothing to kid about.

"Hello?"

"Boss man," a deep voice said.

"Hold on," Blaine said and made his way down the stairs to an unused part of the building. "Why are you calling me at this number?"

"I know the rules, but we have trouble," the man said.

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, keeping an eye and ear out for any passersby.

"We suspect that there's a mole in the operation. Usually wouldn't be a big deal, but it appears that the bean town boys info was leaked to an outside source," he continued.

Blaine knew the 'bean town boys' referred to the attacks on Azimio and Karofsky in Lima. "Alright, but there are never any tracks left behind, what's the big deal?"

"The outside source happens to be the father of the smoker, an unknown, but apparently big player in the field," the man explained.

Shit. Sebastian Smythe's father traveled in the same dark circles that Blaine used? Not good. Especially if the supposed mole dug deep enough. "What do you suggest?" Blaine knew it was his job to know the best way to handle things like this. Blaine was just the backer.

"I suggest you get the hell out of dodge for a time," the man advised. "Someone is planning a field trip there in a few days."

"Not a problem, I'm going out of town in the morning for a week," Blaine said. "Can you provide some unobtrusive guys to wander the campus and keep an eye out?"

"Already planning on it, boss man," he said.

"I'll have a check mailed to the usual spot," Blaine said.

"Good deal. Be careful out there, man," he said and they hung up.

Blaine stood there, taking in the information he'd learned. Was his protection of Kurt only going to bring more danger? He had to figure out how to deal with the problem, permanently. He just hoped it could be dealt with quickly and quietly. After the conversation he'd just had, returning to Kurt's irritation was like a walk in the park.

Stepping into his room, seeing Kurt's hair messed up and his eyes crazed, he thought he might be wrong.

. . . . .

"Blaine?"

"Mm?"

"Are you awake?"

"Mm."

"Are you excited for tomorrow?"

"Mmhmm."

"I'm kinda scared."

Blaine cracked an eyelid and looked at Kurt whose eyes were wide open and staring at the ceiling. He was clutching the comforter around him like a life preserver. "Why are you scared, baby?"

"I've never been on a plane," Kurt admitted quietly.

"Never?" Blaine asked, surprised.

"Never. I couldn't afford the airfare when I came out here, so I rode the bus," he told him.

Blaine tugged him closer until they were snuggled together. "It's nothing to be scared of. It's like being on a roller coaster when you take off. Have you ever been on a roller coaster?"

"No," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's chest.

Where the hell had he grown up? No planes and no roller coasters? Well, it at least gave him an idea of where he could take Kurt while they were in California. "It's no big deal, babe. I'll be right there with you the whole time, holding your hand."

"Okay."

Blaine kissed Kurt softly. "Try to sleep okay? We've got a busy day tomorrow."

"Love you, Blaine."

"Love you, babe."

. . . . .

Hectic was a nice way to describe the next morning. Between last minute problems and trying to make sure everyone was accounted for and completely ready to go, they almost didn't make their flight. Kurt was grateful because it kept him from being nervous until they were strapped into the first class seats. Blaine got a blanket from the flight attendant and wrapped him up in it like a cocoon. While he wasn't that cold, Kurt was grateful for the sense of security it gave him. Under the blanket, Blaine's hand took his and squeezed gently as the plane began to taxi down the runway. Kurt's breathing sped up as the plane did, wondering how something so huge could get in the air and stay there.

Blaine's hand crept further under the blanket and Kurt gasped when it settled over the zipper of his pants. His eyes shot to Blaine's and he saw a wicked grin on his boyfriend's face.

"Let me take your mind off things," Blaine whispered hotly against his ear, licking quickly at his earlobe. Without waiting, he slid Kurt's zipper down with one hand and very deftly pulled Kurt's cock out of his pants. Blaine had tucked the blanket up under Kurt's chin so it was nicely tented and nobody could tell what was going on as Blaine began stroking him. Kurt's head fell back against the seat as the plane began to take off. The scream of the engines drowned out the faint whimper that escaped him as Blaine's hand continued to work him into hardness. Looking out the window as the wheels left the ground, Kurt's mind was lost in a tailspin of overwhelming sensations. The plane's force pushing him against his seat, the pure lust that Blaine was invoking, all of it made him feel like he was in a surreal moment. Blaine began circling his hand around Kurt, stroking up and over the tip, spreading the moisture around until he began a slick tempo, knowing just how Kurt loved to be touched. Kurt kept his eyes on the window, loving the feeling of going up in the air and being given a hand job at the same time. His breathing increased, tiny whimpers breaking out of his clenched teeth.

"Let go, baby. I've got you," Blaine whispered. He was doing the most wonderful things with his fingers, up and over and splitting his fingers to slide them down Kurt's hard cock, only to grip it more tightly.

"Blaine, I'm gonna," Kurt warned with a quiet moan.

"Good, I want to feel you come all over my hand," Blaine encouraged, lightly nipping on Kurt's ear and under his jaw.

Those gentle nips were enough to push Kurt over the edge and he threw his hand over his mouth as he came hard, filling Blaine's hand. Blaine hummed happily in his ear, pleased at his response.

Somehow, Blaine managed to slide all the mess onto his own hand and discreetly clean it off on a napkin. Kurt fixed his pants and looked around. Nobody was any the wiser about what they'd done.

"We're not tilted up anymore," Kurt said, surprised.

"Nope, we're probably near cruising altitude now. You were pretty distracted through the whole takeoff. Are you still scared?" Blaine asked with a satisfied grin.

"Nope. I do have one question though?" Kurt said, a twinkle in his eyes.

"What's that?" Blaine replied, kissing him softly.

"How do you plan to distract me during the landing?"

Blaine leaned his head back and laughed. "Well, maybe we can find a way to distract each other," he answered.

"Mm, sounds good to me," Kurt said, feeling a bit sleepy after his orgasm.

"Finger licking good," Blaine breathed in his ear.

Kurt grinned and slowly nodded off. Blaine brought his head down to rest against his shoulder, loving the scent and feel of having his boyfriend near. He'd talked with his connection again and there were ten paid men scouting the halls of Dalton, keeping a general eye on things and watching out for anyone suspicious. They were all told to dress down, as college students, so they had a better chance of catching the mole, if he dared show up. Blaine was satisfied with how things were and knew the guys could handle anything that happened while they were gone.

. . . . .

Kurt tucked the blanket closer to Blaine and himself. Blaine had fallen asleep before Kurt had woken up and he'd had plenty of time to admire and stare at the incredible man next to him. He loved how his upper lip pouted out just the tiniest bit as he slept. He had licked and sucked on that adorable lip many times. Blaine's golden eyes always turned almost green when Kurt discovered his erogenous zones. Now, as the flight attendants began the rounds of making sure people were getting ready for the landing, Kurt had his own plan for distraction.

Blaine woke with a gasp, as Kurt stroked him to life.

"Welcome to California," Kurt whispered.

Blaine grinned sleepily and reached over into Kurt's lap.

By the time the wheels squealed and touched down, both men were panting and satisfied.

"I think I'm going to like California," Kurt said.

"Are you kidding? I'm already thinking about the flight home," Blaine said with a smirk.