Love in the Air
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, American Airlines, Starbucks or anything else that looks familiar.
Chapter 1:
December 23rd 2018
"Thank god for coffee!" Kurt said clutching to the Starbucks cup perched in his hand like it was his lifeline as he walked through the Seattle Tacoma International Airport. His messenger bag draped across his side and his Luis Vuitton suitcase dragging behind him as Santana, his friend and fellow flight attendant walked next to him.
"God Hummel, at least you got to sleep for a couple of hours." Santana and Kurt had worked a red-eye flight from New York to Seattle where they then had a four hour break before their final flight would leave for Chicago. The two flight attendants weaved through the holiday passengers in the crowded terminal towards gate C11 where the flight would depart in an hour.
"You could have slept" Kurt pointed out, taking another long sip from his grande non-fat mocha. "What did you do for four hours? Screw another pilot?" he grumbled under his breath.
Santana looked over at him and winked. Kurt rolled his eyes, "Really Santana?"
"Note to self, sleep deprived Hummel is a jerk. Besides you're just jealous because you're not getting any." Santana replied bluntly as she dodged an old lady that smelled like beef stew.
An awkward silence fell between the two before Santana realized why Kurt didn't reply with a bitchy comeback. "Oh I'm sorry sweet cheeks," she said, placing her hand on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt averted his eyes though he knew the gesture was meant to show sympathy, well at least for Santana is was. "I didn't mean to bring up Josh. I know how-"
"It's fine Santana, let's just not talk about it" Kurt said quickly and took another sip of his coffee. "Who are we flying with?"
It was obvious that the question was an attempt to change the topic but Santana knew better than to return to the previous one. Josh was not someone that Kurt wanted to talk about right now, or ever. "Our pilots are named Blaine Anderson and Jeff Sterling, familiar?"
Kurt thought for a second, dodging between more people including a couple dressed in matching Hawaiian print shirts that made Kurt internally cringe. "No, I don't recognize them, where are they based?"
"LA" Santana said wistfully, imaging what it would be like to live in sunny California instead New York, especially at this time of year when the great NYC was covered in a cold, cold blanket of snow.
Kurt ran through a list of different pilots that he and Santana had flown with but no one matched those names.
"Well at least we know the other attendants." Santana said with a spring in her step, they had just passed gate C8.
"Who?" Kurt asked when Santana didn't continue talking. She merely pointed towards the two people dressed in American Airlines uniforms in front of gate C11.
"Hey gramps, carrot-top." Santana shouted in greeting as she and Kurt made their way to the counter where the other attendants were standing.
"Hey Satan" The petite redhead said, "Hi Kurt."
"Hi Lucy." Kurt showed his badge to workers at the counter before going over to the ramp that lead down to the plane.
Santana said hello to Lucy before starting a conversation with Phil, an older, slightly chubby man that was like a grandpa to Kurt and Santana, hint the name she had for him.
Kurt chatted with Lucy as they made their way towards the plane. It had been a few weeks since they had worked together, both Lucy and Phil had relocated to Dallas, Texas so Kurt and Santana didn't get to see them as often as they used to.
"Kurt have you seen the pilots?" Lucy asked eagerly as they waited by the open door to the airplane for Phil and Santana who were walking at a much slower pace. Kurt raised an eyebrow in curiosity, "No I haven't, why?"
Lucy giggled, "They are so cute! I think one of them is married though, he has a ring on that certain finger, but damn are they are some eye candy." She blushed at the end of her small rant and had a glazed over look on her face. Kurt laughed.
"Good to know Lucy, but don't get too distracted by the pilots, we actually have a job to do." Kurt threw his coffee cup into the garbage and placed his luggage in the small cupboard before straightening his jacket. As much as Kurt despised the uniform it was part of the job.
"Kurt, we are in the front, carrot-top and gramps want the back." Santana declared once she and Phil reached the door. Lucy rolled and her eyes and walked through the aisles to the back of the plane, Phil patted Kurt on the shoulder before following.
"Ready to be in Chicago?" Kurt leaned against one of the plane walls waiting for Santana to put her stuff away. He check his watch, the passengers would be boarding in 20 minutes and the pilots would be arriving at anytime.
"I'm indifferent. On one hand it will be nice to take a break, even if it is only for three days. But on the other I have to spend that break with you, Frankenteen and Man-Hands" Santana pretended to cringe at the thought.
"You didn't have to accept my offer to stay with my family in Lima."
"Yeah I know, but it's better than being alone for the holidays." Santana shut the compartment door, but not before she applied another coat of lipstick and ensured her makeup was prefect.
"Love you too Santana." She merely raised an eyebrow in response. "You want to check the seats or should I?" She asked, leaning across from Kurt.
Kurt sighed, "I'll do it." He pushed off the side of the plane and began to wander down the rows, checking that the seat tables were in their correct position and no one had left anything in the seats. Kurt made it to the end of the plane before turning around. He kept his head down on the way back inspecting the seats. It was only when he was a couple of rows from the front that he realized Santana was talking to someone.
Kurt looked up to see her talking to two men, dressed in the standard black suits with gold stripes on the sleeves, a white shirt, black tie and small pair of wings pinned to the black material. Kurt secretly thanked who ever designed the uniforms because damn, did they fit those men well. Although it wasn't the way the uniforms clung to the well-toned bodies of the two young pilots that caught Kurt's attention and rooted him to the floor; it was a pair of hazel eyes, belonging to the shorter of the two, which were staring right at him. After a few seconds Kurt averted his gaze. He took a breath willed his body to move forward so he was standing by Santana.
"Hello" Mr. Hazel eyes, extended his hand, Kurt took it and trying desperately to ignore that shock of electricity that he felt when the calloused hand touched his own. The man was gorgeous; he had tanned skin and lips that made Kurt wonder how they would feel against his own. Though his hair was plastered to his head with an excessive amount of gel Kurt could tell the locks underneath were curly and he had a sudden desire to run his hands through it.
Kurt's thought were quickly cut off when he spoke not two seconds later, "I'm Blaine, this is Jeff" he motioned towards the other pilot next to him. The blonde looked over and extended his hand which Kurt shook, though the electric shock was gone. Kurt noticed he had a wedding ring on, and Lucy's previous comments came to mind. This time he had to agree with her, the pilots were very attractive, though it was Blaine, Mr. Damn-Twinkling-Hazel-Eyes that seemed to hold Kurt's attention.
He cleared his throat before introducing himself, "I'm Kurt, and I see you've meet Santana."
"Ah yes" the blonde, Jeff, Kurt reminded himself, chuckled though he looked slightly uncomfortable and Kurt could only imagine what Santana had said or done before he got there.
An awkward silence fell between the four and Kurt kept glancing at Blaine, only to blush when Blaine's rich hazel eyes met his own.
Santana was the one to break the silence nudging Kurt who quickly looked at her, "I'm assuming you have some fancy plane stuff to take care of and Kurt and I need to get ready cause the passengers are going to board in like, a minute."
"Of course" Blaine shot Kurt a smile that made his knees go weak. "Just a head's up, there is a storm headed to Chicago so this might be a turbulent flight."
Kurt just nodded, not trusting his voice at that moment. Blaine and Jeff exchanged nods with Santana before going into the cabin and closing the door.
Kurt kept his gaze on the floor until Santana snapped her fingers in his face. "Yes Santana?" He asked slightly annoyed and cursing his voice for rising. Kurt saw the smirk on her face and braced himself, knowing all too well what it meant.
"Oh nothing, just wondering if you liked what you saw." She said nonchalantly, flashing him a huge smile.
Kurt blushed, and once again cursed his pale skin, "I have no idea what you're talking about" he muttered under his breath.
"Oh but here's the dealio Kurt, I think you do. In fact, I think you've got it bad, bad for one pilot named Blaine."
Thoughts? Worth continuing? :)