Blaine sat with his head in his hands, the dull throbbing of a promising migraine lurking at the edge of his subconscious. Of course it wasn't like he had anywhere to go or anything to do for the next week with Kurt gone at Nationals. He recalled his early morning departure in a sad state of situational depression.

Blaine wanted to be there to send Kurt off, despite the younger boy's protests. Kurt realized how it must feel for Blaine to be the one left behind in Ohio. He didn't want to put Blaine through more grief than necessary but Blaine insisted on coming along to the support Kurt. It was very early in the morning, too early for Blaine to be comfortably awake. He pulled into Kurt's drive-way in a lethargic state between sleep and functionality. Being careful not to disturb the Hummel-Hudson home more than necessary, he gingerly knocked on the door. Within seconds, a crashing sound could be heard on the other side of the door accompanying an endearingly Kurt-like yelp of pain and an obvious Finn-like stammering apology. Soon a rather rumpled Kurt answered the door with a smile.

"Sorry about that. Finn's just learning how to walk down stairs and talk at the same time. I'm awfully proud of him. Soon he'll be able to color in the lines and walk across the street by himself even."

"Shut up Kurt, you're freaking luggage is heavy! And stop making fun of me because I'm color-blind or whatever." Finn huffed from the living room. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Yes but you were the one who offered. And Finn you're not color-blind, that means you mix up your colors. You are just horrendously uncoordinated. Now where was I?"

Blaine, whose eyes had fluttered closed during the little brotherly exchange, found Kurt's lips pressed against his in greeting. He smiled into the contact, gasping as Kurt teasingly nipped at the bottom of Blaine's lip as he pulled away.

"Wake up, gorgeous. You are our chauffer this morning. Can't have you drive us off the road." Kurt chuckled at Blaine's wide eyed response. Finn coughed slightly behind them.

"Dude, it's early. Keep the face-sucking down to a reasonable level actually how about just not in front of your brother." Kurt sighed and the three boys began grabbing luggage to load in the car.

"Okay so we'll just wait and do it in the airport bathroom then."

"Dude!"

They held hands over the center consol of Blaine's car on the ride to the airport, chatting about their eccentric summer plans, reality TV and whatever subject other than New York City they could think about. Even Finn and Blaine manage to have a lengthy conversation over the summer training schedule for the Ohio State football team. Kurt pretended to fall asleep against the window and began snoring obnoxiously loud.

When they arrived at the airport, they paid parking for an hour and pulled into one of the few available spaces near the front of the parking garage. Blaine laughed as he went to unload Kurt's luggage: two oversized Burberry rolling duffel bags, four matching garment bags and a leather messenger bag for his carry on.

"Um Kurt, I'm pretty sure you've packed enough to live in New York for a couple of years. You're only going for a week, sweetness." His laugh echoed off the walls of the garage as Kurt pouted at him.

"Blaaaaine. It's New York City. If I don't have at least four options for the next seven days, I wouldn't be able to call myself a fashionista." Kurt effortlessly managed to attach the garment bags to the duffels and set off for the lobby with Finn and Blaine in tow, Finn grumbling all the while about not knowing about the stupid wheels. The managed to pass through security and check-in fairly easily, meeting up with the rest of New Directions after they sent their luggage on its way.

The glee club was spread out across the seats near the gate of the plane, clutching coffees and bags of doughnuts to themselves and furiously tapping the keypads of their phones. Who would be awake and responsive at this hour was beyond Blaine but to each his own.

"Well here we are." Kurt said facing him with a sad smile. Blaine swallowed the lump in his throat and held out his hands for Kurt to take.

"Kurt, I am so proud of you. I know how badly you wanted this and I'm so happy you get the chance to go. I only hope that the next time you go to New York, I get to come with you." Blaine squeezed his hands and forced a smile.

There was so much that he wanted to say but couldn't bear to get it out without crying. How this boy in front of him made him think about the future more often than the present. How he thought of college visits, apartment furnishings and baby names in passing far too often for it to be normal high school relationship fodder. How Kurt's graceful, confident performances, whether swaying in the back or strutting down center stage, literally stole his breath away.

"I know, baby. And believe me, I can't wait for the day the two of us take New York by storm. I have a little something for you." Kurt reached a hand into his bag and pulled out a transparent blue plastic case with a silver disc inside it. Blaine tilted his head in confusion.

"Kurt you didn't have to get me anything. This is your big day." Blaine felt his cheeks coloring slightly at the gesture as Kurt handed him the disc. He glanced down at it and saw a note was tucked in the back of the case. He began to pull it out to read it but received a low noise of disapproval from Kurt.

"No!" He hissed quietly. "Blaine, I don't want you opening that in the middle of the airport." His face was virtually unreadable as he continued. "I want you to watch it if you start to miss me. By. Yourself." The speakers flared to life and a smooth female voice announced the boarding call for their flight. Kurt adjusted his bag and his hair out of habit and Blaine shrugged away his apprehension over the mysterious disc in his hand.

"Have fun in New York. I'll miss you." Blaine said quietly, pressing a gentle kiss against Kurt's smooth, pink lips. They broke apart quickly and Kurt was practically glowing.

"Oh I'll miss you too. I'll call you after we check-in at the Hyatt. Buh-bye." And with one last wave, Kurt scooted off into line between Mercedes and Lauren, quickly linking arms with Mercedes. Blaine watched them board the plane before heading back to the car alone.

It was now a little past ten o' clock at night and Blaine was slumped against the headboard of his bed, finding himself grabbing for the curious disc off of his dresser. Kurt had called a little over an hour ago, apologizing for the lateness of the call, but explaining how busy they had been. They'd checked-in and then went to watch some of the competition and rehearse. Tomorrow would be a free day and Blaine knew he would be busy so he'd offered that Kurt just text him before bed if he had no time to call. Kurt sounded a little taken a back, but agreed, treacly noting how lucky he was to have such an understanding boyfriend.

God, Blaine missed Kurt. Well, now was as good a time as any to find out what was on the disc. Scooting his laptop over onto the comforter and laying flat on his stomach, Blaine pulled the case open, the note falling onto of the buzzing keyboard. Gently he picked it up and unfolded it, heart leaping as he recognized the familiar, steady cursive of Kurt's handwriting.

Dear Blaine,
You've been so wonderful and supportive of my trip to Nationals. I'm so lucky to have you in my life. So I thought I'd offer you a little reward, just for being the incredible boyfriend you are. So I made you a little video, a private performance for you, baby. I miss you so much already but hopefully this will help. All my love, Kurt

Blaine felt his eyebrows practically receding into his hairline by the end of the note. Kurt didn't really make him the kind of video he was thinking of did he? There was no way. He flipped the disc over in his hand. It was just a plain rewritable DVD, nothing remarkable written on it, nothing distinguishable to alter its generic appearance. Blaine let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and pressed the disc into his laptop and waited for it to load.

"Holy shit." He breathed.