A/N: Ooookay. Been awhile since I Klaine'd. So this is a fluff piece I wrote up for a friend of mine going through a hard time. Consider it AU. I haven't seen the latest season so any specific details are completely bullshit on my end. XD So yeah. Puuuure fluff.
It wasn't often that Kurt felt the need to call his boyfriend in the middle of work. Usually he was far too busy to think of anything but what he was doing, let alone stand still enough to make a phone call. But today was different.
Working in a department store was hell. All of the tacky clothes and miss matched accessories. But what was worse, was the hours. Kurt hardly had a moment in the day when he wasn't doing one of four things; going to school, doing homework, working, or sleeping. To say he had no social life would have been an understatement. He could give up talking to Mercedes via skype for a week at a time. He didn't need to be subtly insulted by Santana in that sassy way of hers even every other week. He could forfeit Rachel's incessant nagging - although that one he was pretty much stuck with. But talking to Blaine? That was something he couldn't give up, wasn't willing to. Not when they couldn't be together every day like they once had.
It was a strain on their relationship, Kurt knew. He thought about it in the early hours of the morning, when he laid in bed staring up at the ceiling, trying to sleep. Trying to remember what it felt like to have Blaine laying beside him. The warmth of the others touch. It brought butterflies to his stomach just remembering it. The nights when they would stay up until they couldn't anymore. Kissing softly. Laughing. Whispering sweet words that didn't mean much of anything at all. Holding each other.
And the silliest little things would remind him of Blaine. A shirt hanging on the rack with blue's the same hue as a certain uniform blazer. Pink's 'Perfect' on the radio.
Maybe that was what made Kurt sneak away into one of the dressing rooms, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his uniform pants. Those little reminders. Those little nudges. Like the universe was whispering. He sat huddled in the corner like a child trying not to get caught doing something they weren't supposed to. Phone pressed to his ear. He almost held his breath, counting each ring. That tickle of anticipation itching in his fingers.
Blaine was probably in class right now. That was okay, he would leave a message.
He heard a click, and suddenly the murmur of voices in the background and his heart leapt. Kurt could feel himself smiling even seconds before that greeting met his ears. "Kurt?" Surprise tinted that single syllable, and Kurt let out a soft breath, remembering with a rush just how much loved hearing his name on the others lips. Silence followed, and for a moment Kurt wasn't sure that he could speak. Or maybe he wanted to hear Blaine say his name again. "Kurt?" Blaine repeated, sounding almost worried this time.
He laughed. He couldn't help himself, joy bubbling up in the pit of his stomach, overtaking him so suddenly. Blaine still had the same effect on him, even so many miles away. He shifted a bit, cupping his phone to his ear, almost as though he were about to share with it some great secret. And then he whispered three little words, ones he hadn't said nearly enough during their time apart. "I love you."