Three years. We have been married for three years. I have got to call Blaine my husband for three years now. That's what Kurt kept telling himself as he tried to hold himself together at the airport. He had thought about getting coffee, but decided against it, not wanting the extra jitters that would come with the caffeine.

"Flight 407 will be arriving at gate 11 in two minutes" came the voice over the loudspeaker.

Kurt looked down at the number he had scrawled across the back of his hand. 407. That was Blaine's flight that was landing. He jumped up and tried to walk calmly over to where gate 11 got out. There was quite a crowd waiting for this flight seeing as it was an international flight. Kurt stood on his toes to try and see over the crowd.

Slowly people people started to arrive and greet their loved ones and move on. Kurt kept looking around and then he saw those golden eyes and beaming smile.

"Blaine!" Kurt all but shouted and jumped into his arms forcing Blaine to drop his bag and catch his husband. "I missed you."

Kurt buried his head in his husband's neck, starting to cry, and Blaine just held him close. "I missed you too. I told you I'd always come home."

"I can't believe that they shaved your hair!" Kurt said with a pout setting in over his face.

"Hey! I kinda like it…" Blaine said holding his husband close.

"You are not keeping it."

"We will see. Kurt...that's my flight baby."

"Do I have to let go?" Kurt says clinging closer.

"I think you do babe," Blaine says kissing his cheek gently and he whispers. "I will always come back to you. I will always come home."

With that Kurt kissed his husband deeply and let go, adjusting the collar of his uniform. "Come home to me."

Blaine stands, picking up his duffle. "Always will." With one last smile he turns and walks off to catch his flight, and Kurt finally lets the tears he's been holding back fall freely.

"It's been seven months."

"Yes. So, I have the right to be as clingy as I want."

"But I'm trying to cook Blainey!" Kurt says with a little laugh, making Blaine tighten his grip on his husband's waist. He was showered and back in civilian clothing, finally.

Don't get me wrong, Kurt thought, I love seeing him in uniform. But, there is just something about seeing him in my cloths, a sweatshirt and sweatpants, both of which are a little too big, that makes me love him even more. To know that Blaine is finally home. To know that Blaine is finally safe.

Blaine takes a deep breath. "Man I missed your cooking," he says hugging Kurt closer to his chest.

"I'm glad," Kurt says with a smile. "I missed cooking for you."

"I'm sorry I had to be gone for so long. I hate leaving you."

Kurt takes a deep breath. "It's ok. You are home now. Safe."

I opened my eyes slowly and reached out for the warmth I knew would be just across the bed. But it wasn't there. I sat up and looked around the dimly lit bedroom. Blaine wasn't there.

It had been a month since Blaine had gotten home and I had only woken up to him in bed once. I kept asking him if he was sleeping and he just kept assuring me that everything was fine and that he was just used to waking up at an ungodly hour. I believed him in the beginning, but it had been a month.

This morning he was curled up on the couch, clutching a book close to his chest, glasses perched on his nose. He looked so engulfed in the book, but his eyes weren't moving.

I pursed my lips. "Blaine, baby, is everything ok?"

He didn't move, he didn't even acknowledge that I was there. I took a deep breath and put my hand on his shoulder gently. "Blaine."

This time he jumps slightly and looks up at me with wide eyes.

I smile warmly. "Morning cutie. Is everything ok?"

He nods and looks back to his book.

I sit on the couch, facing him. "You know...you can talk about what happened over there. good or bad."

"There's nothing to talk about."

A month he was home, and for a month I had tried to get him to open up about what had happened while he was deployed. I know that not all people come back with horror stories, but every time I bring up the subject of his deployment he shuts down and I can see that there is something trying to get to the surface. Something that is causing the love of my life pain. So, when he shuts me down this morning, I'm not taking no for an answer.

"What is hurting you so badly then?"

That makes him flinch and look me in the eyes, letting the pain he's feeling consume them, and I almost regret asking. Almost.

"I...I don't want to talk about it Kurt," he puts his head down. "It's over."

"But it's not. Not if it is still hurting you."

"You wouldn't understand."

Now that hurt. "Help me understand then."

He takes a deep breath and puts his books and glasses away. "Do you remember Kyle?"

I nod. "Yeah. He was really nice. We should have him and his wife over for dinner sometime soon. Catch up. And his daughter is so adorable. She loves your-"

"He's dead Kurt," his voice is so cold and rehearsed, like he had been saying those words over and over again in his head.

I gasped lightly. Kyle had been one of Blaine's best friends from bootcamp. They had been in the same unit and we had had Kyle and his wife, Beth, and their little girl over almost every weekend for about two months before the men's deployment. I had called Beth every other day, just to talk to someone who understood my situation. We hadn't heard from them since we waved goodbye to Beth at the airport. Well, I waved goodbye, Blaine had kept his face hidden in my neck. At the time I just thought it was because he didn't want to move. Now I knew the real reason. He must not have wanted to face the wife of his dead friend.

"Blaine...I...I'm so sorry," way to go Kurt. Rub salt in a fresh wound.

He lets his head drop. "Why are you sorry? It's not like you shot him."

"Really B? The army?"

Here it comes, the freak out. "Kurt, I've thought about this a lot and it is really something that I want to do."

Kurt sighs, "You want me to be a military husband."

"I want you to be my husband and I want to be in the military."

I watch him take a deep breath and scoot closer to me on the couch. "You really want this?" His hand reaches up to cup my cheek gently.

I cuddle my cheek into his hand, closing my eyes. "I really want to do this. I really want this, but if you don't you don't have to stay. I wouldn't mind. I mean…" I take a deep breath. "I want you in my life. I want you here. I want you to go through this with me, but if this is not the future you see for yourself...then you can leave."

"I want you in my future. If that means that you are in uniform...I am behind you all the way."

Oh thank the lord, I thought that he was going to freak out on me. He is really with me on this. I grin and hug tackle him, making his chest bubble with laughter. "I love you baby!"

"I love you too B."

I smile and kiss his lips gently, grinning when I can feel him smile into the kiss.