AN: Based on when Kurt mentioned he had never been on a plane before Nationals. I have a good friend that's a little afraid of flying. It got me thinking, if it was Kurt's first time on a plane, he'd probably be pretty worried, right?

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Glee, but those writers are far more clever than I.

First Flight

Mercedes sat next to Kurt as they settled in to take flight. She was chatting excitedly with Tina across the aisle. Kurt glanced over briefly and saw Mike and Tina's interlaced fingers. A flash of jealousy and sadness temporarily replaced the anxiety, but then the nerves were back with a vengeance. This whole thing would be so different if Blaine was with him. He leaned back against the headrest of his seat, taking a deep breath. When that didn't calm him down, he reached into his carry-on and grabbed his i-pod. He nearly dropped it twice and fumbled with his ear buds before successfully having access to his music.

"Nervous, Kurt?" Mercedes asked, glancing at Kurt's white knuckled grip on the arm rest, and his shaking hand that was scanning for a song on his I-pod.

"I don't know what would give you that idea," Kurt snapped. Mercedes just raised an eyebrow in that no you didn't way. Kurt sighed. "Sorry, yeah, I'm kind of freaking out."

"You know the flight is just a little over an hour right?"

Kurt just looked at her, before going back to his playlists.

"Fine, I have just the thing for you," she took the player from him, selected a playlist and handed it back. The album art was a picture Blaine had taken of the two of them at the Lima Bean on one of their coffee dates.

"Mercedes what is – " the words died in his throat as he heard Blaine's voice come through his ear buds. Mercedes just winked at him and went back to talking to Tina. Kurt sat and listened to his boyfriend's voice, which, try as he might, he was always mesmerized by.

"Hey Kurt, you never mentioned it, but I thought you might be a little nervous about your first plane trip. I could just tell you that there's nothing to worry about and all the statistics that people assume will make you feel better, but I think that would just earn me one of your patented stares." Recorded Blaine chuckled lightly, and Kurt smiled. There was a soft sound, like a guitar strum. "Anyway, I am going to say that you don't have anything to worry about. Go ahead, roll your eyes." Kurt stopped, mid roll at those words. "But I'm also going to give you a little something that will hopefully take your mind off of things."

Kurt had a moment to marvel at his amazing boyfriend as gentle guitar strums filled his ears. The plane jolted forward, ready to taxi down the runway and Kurt held tighter to his i-pod as if he were holding onto Blaine himself. But everything apart from the guitar and his boyfriend's voice melted away as Kurt heard the opening lines of "Teenage Dream".

They were in the air when the song finished. Kurt was pleased to find that it wasn't just that song. Blaine had recorded hours of music for him, far more than he would be able to listen to on just the flight. He wouldn't be surprised if Blaine made sure to have enough music for the return flight and even the drive back to Lima from Columbus. Some of the songs were favorites of Blaine's or Kurt's, some were just filler, and some of them meant something to them as a couple. Kurt nearly spit out his drink when a recording of "Dancing Queen" came on, it was cut short by Blaine laughing and saying he was just kidding, before playing the beginning chords of "Falling In Love At a Coffee Shop" one of Kurt's favorites, and the first thing he ever heard Blaine play. His thoughts drifted back to the bus they'd taken to Regionals. Blaine, played guitar all the way up, probably why Kurt didn't realize how nervous he was until just before they went on stage. Kurt knew he would never forget the look in Blaine's as he sang, he was singing to Kurt and everyone knew it.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, listening to Blaine. Blaine talking, Blaine singing, Blaine playing guitar, Blaine playing piano. It didn't matter what he did. He had made a whole playlist of music that Kurt knew and loved. Who knows how long it had taken him. And it was all for Kurt. It was finals week at Dalton and Blaine should have been studying. Instead he was making sure his boyfriend felt safe on his way to Nationals, and somehow sneaking music onto his i-pod. Kurt was pulled out of his thoughts with another little intro from Blaine.

"Ok, I know this is a little cheesy, but you know me, and I know you love it." Kurt could almost hear the wink in Blaine's voice before he launched into "Come Fly With Me".

After a few glances at his friends all chatting animatedly Kurt thought briefly of taking out the ear buds and talking with them. But then the plane gave a lurch and the seatbelt signs turned on yet again with that nerve-wracking ding. Kurt decided he could talk to his friends when they were on the ground and opted for turning up the volume instead. He drifted off to sleep to Blaine softly singing "That's All".

The next thing he knew Rachel was poking at his shoulder from the seat behind him.

"What is it?" he mumbled groggily, taking out his ear buds.

"We're just outside New York. I didn't think you'd want to miss the view." Kurt was instantly more awake and pressing as close to the window as he could.

The view was amazing, but he reached for his ear buds once more when they started to descend. Once his feet were on solid ground he pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Blaine.

We just landed, thank goodness. Thank you so much for the music… and for being you. –Kurt xo

He was stuffed in the backseat of a cab on the way to the hotel when he got a message back from Blaine.

I miss you already. Can't wait for you to kill it at Nationals. Don't forget to look for our future apartment ;) - Blaine xxoo

Kurt couldn't keep the goofy grin off his face as he put his phone away and looked out the window.

AN: So, what did you think of Kurt's first plane ride? Drop me a review and let me know. : ) He comes home in the next chapter.