Hi! Thank you for clicking on my little Klaine one-shot. Please, please, tell me what you think of it! Every time you review this story a Klainebow appears! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, if I did the entire show would be Klaine fluff. I also do not own "Baby It's Cold Outside" or "Candles".
Blaine gripped the seat's armrest so hard his knuckles turned white. He had always, always, hated airplanes. True, he'd only ridden in one once, when he was eight years old, but he vividly remembered the experience. He remembered the poorly upholstered blue seats and the too-clean smell. Blaine could still feel the claustrophobia creeping up on him like it had just happened yesterday. He recalled the fear and hyperventilation as the plane took off. But Blaine knew exactly why he could remember it so clearly. He was on a plane again, and he was having the same symptoms again.
He still didn't know how Kurt had talked him into flying out of New York to go see Burt and Carole in Lima. But hey, who could resist the beautiful glasz eyes of Blaine's husband? Kurt had officially mastered the puppy-dog look with convincing Blaine to do this. But even thinking about Kurt couldn't relax Blaine as the jet began to taxi.
"Blaine?" Kurt's voice broke the silence and Blaine snapped out of his trance to look at him. "You're hyperventilating. What's wrong?" Kurt said with a concerned look. Blaine was always the calm one. Blaine was silent for a few moments, then blurted out,
"Planes. I hate them, and I'm scared of flying." Kurt gasped.
"Blaine! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Why didn't you tell me, I would've driven! Oh Blaine!" He rambled.
"Kurt. It's ok." Blaine told him, but he wished he could believe it was ok.
"It's not! I'm so dumb!"
"Really, you didn't know, I didn't want to ruin your perfectly crafted plans." Blaine said gently. The dark-haired man rubbed his temples and leaned back, sighing heavily. Kurt took Blaine's hand and began to hum strains of "Baby It's Cold Outside" in his husband's ear, hoping the memories of their flirty duet from high school would calm Blaine. The combination of Kurt's moisturizer-softened hand and his clear, high voice almost made Blaine forget he was on a plane. However, just then, the jet began to speed along and Blaine started hyperventilating again. He hid his face in Kurt's shoulder. Kurt began rubbing small circles on the back of Blaine's hand.
"Shh, it's ok, we'll be Lima soon enough." Kurt whispered, ignoring the stares people were giving them. He sang softly,
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
Blaine murmured, "But I think I'll be all right." The plane lifted into the air but Blaine didn't care, for he felt as if he was flying. Not in an awful, cooped-up airplane, but soaring freely in the sky. Because he was with Kurt Hummel, and that was the best thing possible.
So, did you like? Review please! Please? Don't you want a Klainebow to appear?