Blaine hated his work travel, having to go to another country while doing double the work and paying for the flights, it was just another reason to hate his job. Just like his father, he had become an accountant. His family disagreed with all of the show choir, guitar and piano lessons and their son's dream – whatever his dream happened to be – and forced him to become an accountant. That was the extent of his family's conservativeness. They would not even let their son dream. Blaine sat in his window seat on the airplane, fingers typing precisely and quickly. He still had to organise places to stay. Among the endless list of cons of his job was the fact that at any time you may be shipped anywhere to complete business relations. Because of this, Blaine had developed the connections and the ability to do so on such short notice. As the plane was boarding, he noticed the planes taxiing on the runway. They were waiting until they were told, and given the opportunity to take off. Really, Blaine was a little like one of those planes. His life being controlled by his parents, only doing what he was told when he was told. Blaine the Airplane, he smiled to himself a little at the thought. What he didn't notice was that his companion for the flight, whoever was sitting next to him had found his spot while Blaine was daydreaming.

His eyes widened as he turned around, shocked at the sudden appearance of a beautiful boy. "Hello, I guess," the boy said. After a moment, "Why are you looking so shocked? Am I that attractive?" Even though it was meant as a joke, it was clearly what Blaine thought true.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare, it's just I didn't notice you sat down." Blaine shut his laptop. "I'm Blaine Anderson and I'll be your airplane buddy for today." The boy chuckled at his quirkiness. He extended a hand, "Kurt Hummel, likewise." Blaine nodded, smiling.
"So uh, what brings you to New York? Are you a local or -"
"No, not a local. I'm from Ohio actually. I attend NYADA in New York. It's a bit strange, I didn't know about it until I applied."
"Well, you may be surprised," Blaine said with a wink. "But I have heard of it. And I'm from Ohio too, as a matter of fact." This time, Kurt looked shocked.
"No way! Wait, when did you graduate high school?" he asked, trying not to be presumptuous and tell him that they look the same age.
"Class of 2011. Dalton Academy."
"Same, but McKinley High." Kurt sighed. "This is just not normal."
"You're telling me." Blaine paused. "So, New York huh?"
"Yeah. I'm actually really nervous. When I said I attend NYADA, I meant I'm starting this year. I've never been there before. When I auditioned in my senior year, I was denied, but – they kept my name in the list and I got in this year."
"That's awesome! Actually I know someone who goes there. They'll be in their last year, but they're the same age as us. If you want, I can tell him to look out for you.". Kurt lit up at the thought. "As a matter of fact, I have a friend in that year, but the more the merrier, right? So by all means, go ahead."

Kurt kept talking but Blaine zoned out. This guy is so beautiful. He looked slowly at him from his head down. His hair was light brown, carefully styled to a high point. Kurt had bright blue eyes accented by his excitement and perhaps, fright. His eyebrows tilted upwards projecting a sense of vulnerability. Blaine was often clueless but it was hard not to see the signs.

"Well," Kurt said, breaking him from his trance. "I shared my story, you share yours. What are you doing in New York?" Blaine took a deep breath and sighed. Leaning his chin on his hand and his elbow on the armrest, he said, "My story isn't as interesting as yours... I am 'required' to go take care of some work for my dad's business." He looked up as the plane started to take off and the seatbelt light went on. After turning off all of his gadgets, he smiled grimly at Kurt. "Hopefully it won't be so bad." Kurt frowned. "Why, what's wrong?"
"Let's just say my dad and I aren't on good terms."
"Okay. But if you want to talk about it, I'm the therapeutic airplane buddy - all my friends call me that." Blaine chuckled.
"Sure."

As the flight went on, conversation between the two eventually grew thin - until, "Uh, do you mind standing up for a moment?" Blaine asked. "You're sitting on my earphones." Kurt looked down, saw what was wrong and stood, but instead of helping, he accidentally pulled the earphones out of Blaine's iPod and suddenly some Frank Sinatra started playing. "Oops!" Blaine sighed. "That's embarrassing." But as Blaine started to pick up his earphones from where they had flung to and put them back in his iPod, Kurt touched his arm. "No, don't. Leave it playing." Blaine looked startled. "Are you sure? What about the other passengers?"
"Who cares? Their days will be brightened."

Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like

On Jupiter and Mars

In other words -

Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his chair, not wanting to bother everyone else in the cabin, but once again, as he tried to replace his headphones, Kurt tapped his arm and gave him a look. Blaine hadn't known him for long but he could already tell that once Kurt says something, you need to go along with it.

Hold my hand

In other words, baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song

And let me sing for ever more

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you

At the last words, both Kurt and Blaine began to sing along. At this the number of already questioning stares increased both in number and in intensity. But eventually, the song faded away and this minor disturbance to the flight was forgotten, however not by the two stars of the show. They shared it as their own inside joke and both smiled to themselves.

"Um, can I get your number?" Kurt asked, awkwardly shifting his coat buttons.
"Of course. I was just about to ask you myself." No you weren't, idiot. You would never do anything like that... Blaine silently kicked his own foot and told Kurt his number. The plane had landed and they were now standing at the baggage collection carousels. Blaine's phone beeped. He didn't have to look down to know what it was. It was Kurt's message, sent in order to give him his number. However, one thing was unexpected; it read "Nice to meet you today, hope I can talk to you soon." When Blaine looked up, Kurt was smiling at him. Blaine gave him a hopeful smile, maybe this was not going to be such a bad trip.