Phone call

AN / Disclaimer : Because Blaine had to agree to coming to New York somehow, unless they'd developed psychic powers. XD So as far as my head is concerned. This is what happened... enjoy! :)
Oh, and I don't own Glee. etc. etc.

Kurt was pretty sure that his dad would get mad at – or at least scold - him for using his phone, when he was told specifically not to use it on his trip, unless there was an emergency. But, there was no way he was going to be able to survive rooming with 4 other lazy, messy, sports-obsessed guys who clearly did not share his New York passion, without at least one phone call.

So he found himself completely disobeying his father's orders, locked in their – unreasonably small – bathroom – not that any of the boys would have noticed, or complained, the way the girls would have – sat against the door, phone clutched to his ear as he chewed gently on his bottom lip, waiting for answer.

"Y'know, I'm sure this is classed as breaking the rules," came the answer from the other end of the phone line.

"And I'm sure that if I have to spend another minute listening to Puck talking about football plays, then I'll go insane. But it's nice to hear your voice too, Blaine," Kurt replied sarcastically, Blaine chuckled from the other end of the line, instantly bringing a smile to Kurt's face.

"You haven't even been gone a day yet. But yeah, I miss you too," Blaine told him. "Y'know I can explain the different plays if you wanted t-."

"Blaine, no offense, but if I was interested in football, then I wouldn't exactly be calling, would I?" Kurt's question was rhetorical, but Blaine answered anyway.

"No, but I'm just trying to stop you getting into trouble,"

"I've made the call, Blaine. I'm already in trouble, if you wanted to save me from it, then you shouldn't have answered,"

"You know I'd never ignore you," Blaine replied quietly, Kurt smiled again. "So, tell me about New York," Blaine prompted, causing Kurt's smile to expand, this was the exact inning he had been waiting for. Yes, he loved Blaine, and yeah, he was kind of missing him. But really, he just wanted someone to gush over New York with him, and besides Rachel, who was busy writing songs for Nationals; Blaine was the only other person Kurt knew that would understand it in the same way.

"It's amazing, Blaine, I mean, really amazing, and we've hardly even seen anything yet," Kurt gushed, "I mean, we've been to Times Square, and that was incredible enough, but there are so many other things I have to do, like, walk through Central Park, and have Breakfast at Tiffany's and-."

"Kurt," Blaine cut him off, "Breathe," He reminded him, "and, talk a little less animatedly, I can barely understand you," he chuckled. "But what I'm gathering is that you're having fun."

"Minus having to room with the boys, yes." Kurt replied. "I wish you could see it," he added in a whisper.

"Well, technically, I already have-." Blaine began.

"You know that wasn't what I was hinting at, but I know, stop making me jealous, Mr. I-have-rich-parents-who-take-me-to-New-York-whenever-I-want."

"Well, I wouldn't say whenever I want, but we've been a few times, yes." Blaine corrected him. "And yes, I know," he added on as an after thought. There was a pause for a moment, before Kurt released his bottom lip from his teeth and spoke again, his tone no louder than a whisper.

"I'm coming back, Blaine,"

"Well, I would hope so, otherwise I'm going to have to cancel the plans I made for next Saturday,"

"No, I mean," Kurt paused, "I'm coming back to New York, after graduation. I'll go to college here if I can-. Maybe I could get an internship at Vo-. Wait, you made plans?" Blaine chuckled from the other end of the line.

"I may have done," he teased, Kurt frowned.

"Blaine,"

"You'll find out on Saturday, now I thought you were telling me about New York?" he prompted again, Kurt sighed and let it drop, knowing how stubborn Blaine could be when it came to things like this. He was exceptionally good at keeping secrets.

"I'm coming back," Kurt repeated. "I have too. I know it won't be easy, and I'd probably have to go to some tiny unknown college on a scholarship I don't really want because we don't have the money, and I know my dad won't like it, but, I have too, Blaine. I can't just live my life knowing this place is only a few hours away and I'm not there. I have to be here, and besides my family, there's nothing else tying me to Lima… or at least, nothing I can't maybe bring with me," he explained, there was silence for a moment, Kurt waited, hoping he hadn't upset him, hoping that he'd understood.

"It's never a case of maybe, you know that," Blaine replied gently. "I'd do anything for you," he added, " and let's be honest, I have even less keeping me in Ohio than you do, and I never planned on staying here, so if you really want me, then you'll have me," he told him softly, his words causing Kurt's stomach to flutter gently.

"I'll always want you," he replied quietly.

"I miss you," Blaine told him, "I actually had to hang out with Wes and David after Warbler practise today!" he complained, "I really don't know how I survived before I met you, especially considering their regular Lord of the Rings marathons. I had to conjure up some none-existent homework just to get out of it! And I even considered going home for the weekend just for something to do," he explained exasperatedly, "I don't like it when you're not here," he admitted quietly, "It's weird, not being able to just get in my car and come see you,"

"Well you could, but you'd have a long drive," Kurt told him, Blaine chuckled again. "I miss you too, but I'll be home next week, and then we have the entire summer," Kurt promised him.

"Well, not the entire summer, I was kind of hoping to get that gig in the summer show at Six Flags," Kurt could almost here him shrugging.

"Like you won't get it, and you know I'll be there anyway," Kurt assured him, there was another paused, and just as Kurt opened his mouth to speak again, there was a sharp knock on the door behind him.

"Yo, Kurt! Mr. Shue wants us all in the girl's room! You can have phone sex with your boyfriend later!" Puck called through the door, Kurt cringed, but Blaine simply chuckled from the other end of the line, clearly having heard everything.

"I'll see you when you get back," Blaine promised, Kurt nodded to no one in particular.

"Yeah," he sighed.

"Oh, and Kurt?"

"Mmm?"

"You know I'm expecting you to kill it at Nationals and come home with that trophy, right?" he asked, Kurt smiled.

"And you know I will,"

I dislike this ending
... and I may or may not be turning this into a three-shot. :)