"Final boarding call for Flight 345 to Ohio"

Kurt was practically dragging his family behind him as he sprinted towards the gate. His dark brown hair, which was usually perfectly styled, was a mess and his porcelain skin was blotchy and red from the sun.

"Come on!" Kurt shouted. Yes, he'd had a great holiday with his family, but there was no way that he was missing the plane home. Kurt let out a sigh of relief when they reached the gate and handed over the tickets and passports to the woman, who was trying not to laugh. She checked everything and let them through, with a cheery "Have a nice flight". Kurt scowled at her before stomping ahead of his family.

"Woah, Kurt. Chill out, we made it in time." Finn mumbled. Or he intended to mumble, but Kurt turned around and glared at his stepbrother.

"Finn, we nearly didn't make it. And all because you wanted a freaking burger, even though you could have waited until we got on the plane. You are so st-"

"Kurt" Burt butted in. "That's enough." Kurt shot one last look at Finn before walking towards the plane. They had gotten to the bottom of the stairs of the plane when Carole stopped them.

"Right, boys. We're probably going to have to split up, so when we land, make sure you have your phones on so we can keep in contact. Ok?" Everyone nodded and made their way up the stairs. They were greeted by a fake smile by the air hostess and dirty looks from the other people on the plane. They obviously were pretty annoyed that these were the people who were keeping them from leaving. All four of them sheepishly walked along the plane, trying to find any available seats. Carole and Burt had managed to find seats next to each other, and Finn sat behind them. Kurt scoffed before searching for a seat. He found one that was right at the back, and he started to breathe more heavily. He hated flying.

"Um.. is anyone sitting here?" Kurt asked quietly, not looking at the person who he was about to sit next to.

"Nope. Take a seat" the person replied, and Kurt did just that.

He fumbled around in his carry-on for his iPod. He kept it in his hands, twiddling the headphones in his fingers, hoping that it would relax him. It didn't. He completely blanked out during the safety procedures, so if anything happened to the plane during the flight, he was screwed. He braced himself for the ear-popping and stomach flipping that was about to happen. Kurt felt the plane accelerate and eventually leave the ground. He gripped the armrest with as much force as he could until he felt like he wasn't going to implode. During that time, Kurt hadn't noticed the person next to him struggling. After a few minutes, Kurt felt safe enough to open his eyes and return to reality.

"Ow..um.. Excuse me, you've been, like, crushing my arm for the past 3 minutes"

Kurt snapped his head round to the person next to him.

"Oh my God. Shit.. I'm so sorry" Kurt cried, retracting his hand and turning even redder than his sunburn had already turned him. "I.. God.. I didn't realise. I'm sorry. I hate flying and I just forg-"

He heard a laugh and looked at the person that he'd just near enough assaulted. He looked about Kurt's age. He had dark brown curly hair and eyes that he couldn't put a colour to. He was grinning at Kurt with a crooked, goofy grin.

"Don't worry. Honestly, it still works" he laughed, wiggling his fingers as proof. Kurt let out a shaky laugh, that sounded more like he was being strangled. The other boy looked slightly creeped out, but generally amused by the situation.

"Good" Kurt said, feeling way too awkward to continue anymore conversation. He sat for the next hour or so listening to his music, staring at his hands. He was glad that show tunes and Lady Gaga always calmed him down. He calmed down so much, in fact, that he'd slumped down in his seat and started to drift off to sleep. He hoped that he'd stay asleep until they landed so that there was no chance of a repeat from the take-off nearly-breaking-someone's-hand situation.

"Excuse me?"

Kurt opened his eyes and sat up and tuned to where the voice was coming from, ending up with his face just about in the boy's crotch. Kurt turned away in the quickest time possible and squeak out a "yes?" as a reply.

The other boy coughed nervously, obviously realising what had just happened.

"Can I just... I need to" the boy gestured to the bathroom and Kurt got the hint and stood up as to let him get by, avoiding any form of eye contact as the boy brushed past him.

Kurt sat back down and threw his head into his hands. This was the most disastrous plane journey. Ever. In history. He just wanted to get home. The thing probably would've been less awkward if it wasn't for the fact that this person was undeniably gorgeous. Kurt knew he couldn't relax and try to regain normality until this trip was over, so he sat on the edge of the seat, waiting for it to be over. He let the boy back to his seat when he returned, still avoiding any form of eye contact. He sat in silence, not listening to his music, so that he could bee 100% aware of his surroundings at all times. He checked his watch. It had been an hour and a half since they'd got on the plane. Kurt gulped. He knew that it meant they were going to start to land any time soon, and he hated this part more than the taking-off. The fact that you basically fall onto the ground from thousands of feet in the air was not exactly Kurt's idea of a nice way to travel. He heard the pilot speak over the intercom a few minutes later and his heart started thumping rapidly in his chest again. His head went all fuzzy. Then there was a whole lot of blackness. He wasn't sure how long he was out, but the next thing he remembered was opening his eyes and seeing curly hair.

"Oh thank God" the boy breathed. Kurt blinked a few times and took a few seconds to register everything that was happening.

"W-what h-happened?" Kurt asked, rubbing his eyes which were still slightly blurry.

"I have no idea. I think you passed out or something. You were sat there and then you were like slumped over and I shook you but you didn't respond and.." the boy trailed off, still looking worried. Kurt suddenly realised that the boy had a hand on his knee. He knew that it obviously didn't meant anything, but Kurt just thought it felt nice. Nobody apart from his family and a couple of his friends had ever shown even a hint of caring. Yet here was this stranger, who he had sort of assaulted a couple of times in the short space of time, who seemed to be a genuinely nice person. Kurt realised that he had been staring for a minute or so, but seen as he had just passed out, he could get away with it.

"Sorry, I'm still a bit... But I'm alright. I hope I didn't scare you or anything" Kurt replied, looking directly into the boy's eyes, which he still couldn't come up with a name for the colour. They were hazel, but looked golden and green at the same time.

"Oh no. I was about to scream down the plane if anyone was a doctor, but no, you didn't scare me" the boy teased and Kurt laughed in response. He realised that he had no idea what this person was called, but he felt like he could be really good friends with him.

"Well, thankyou..." Kurt stopped, waiting for the boy's name.

"Blaine" he smiled "And your name is?"

"Kurt" he grinned, holding out a hand to shake Blaine's. The other boy shook it, holding onto it maybe a few seconds more than necessary before letting go.

Kurt had been so caught up in this little moment that when he glanced out of the window, he almost jumped out of his seat seeing that they were so close to the ground. Kurt wondered how the hell he'd managed to miss the part of flying that he hated the most. Yes, he'd been unconscious for some of it, but still. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a few deep breaths, knowing that they were about to hit the ground any second.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, turning to face the petrified boy.

Kurt opened his mouth to reply, but at that second, the plane bounced onto the runway, causing Kurt's mouth to snap shut.. on his tongue.

"Ow! Crap." Kurt shouted, pressing his finger to his tongue and seeing that it was bleeding.

"Oh my God, Kurt. Are you ok?" Blaine cried, his voice full of concern.

"Ow.. Um. Not really. Oh God, I need a tissue or something." Kurt said, looking around for one. "How bad is it?" Kurt asked, sticking his tongue out at the other boy.

Blaine gulped. "Um.. It's not bleeding too much, but here's a tissue" he replied, pulling out a packet of tissues and handing one to Kurt, who immediately stuffed it in his mouth.

"Thanks" Kurt said after a few seconds of holding the (now soggy and covered in blood) tissue on his tongue.

"No problem"

They heard the voice on the intercom tell them that they could leave the plane, and both the boys stood up, grabbing their carry-ons.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Blaine" Kurt sighed. Why was it that he was on holiday for 3 weeks and had never met anyone like this boy until the plane journey home?

"And you too, Kurt" Blaine smiled, his eyes shining. He held out his hand and Kurt shook it.

As they walked down the stairs of the plane, Kurt turned around to Blaine.

"Oh, and I'm so sorry about me being such an idiot and hurting your arm and everything" Kurt blurted. He really was sorry.

"Don't sweat it. It was a fun journey. Funnest journey ever I think" Blaine grinned and Kurt blushed back at him.

Kurt switched his phone on and already had a message and missed call from Carole. Kurt rolled his eyes. She was so protective over him, and yet they had only been related for a few months. Kurt made his way to get his suitcase while he called Carole.

"Kurt, honey. Where are you?"

"I'm just getting my luggage, I'll be about 10 minutes"

"Surely you should've got it by now, we've already got ours and we're in the car"

"I know, I know. I was like the last one off the plane though. I'll be as quick as I can. See you soon. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye honey"

Kurt smiled as he hung up and walked over to the luggage carousel and waited. He stood, tapping his foot to songs he had in his head, in his own little world until he saw his case. Well, he assumed it was his case. He'd never seen anyone with one like it before. He grabbed it and started wheeling it towards the door. He groaned when he walked outside and saw that it had started to rain. His hair was already a mess. He stood on his toes, trying to see where his family was. He had just spotted them when he heard something.

"Kurt? Kuuuuuuuuurt?"

Kurt spun around when he heard his name being called. Who the hell knew his name. The only person apart from his family that knew his name here was..

"Blaine? What the hell?" Kurt called, seeing the curly haired boy run towards him, wheeling an identical suitcase behind him.

"I think.. we.. got.. the wrong suitcases" Blaine panted.

Kurt searched for the tag in the bag and sure enough, there it said 'Blaine Anderson ' in neat handwriting.

"Once again, Blaine, I'm so sorry. I just assumed that nobody would have the same one as me. I should have checked" Kurt laughed, pushing the suitcase towards Blaine and pulling his own towards him.

"No harm done." he smiled, but Blaine looked nervous when he said this.

"I guess. Well, thankyou for an.. eventful journey home. Bye Blaine" Kurt grinned, turning around and walking towards where his family were waiting.

"Kurt.." Blaine shouted.

Kurt turned around, only to see Blaine's hands reach up to his face and pull him in for a heated kiss. Kurt froze for a second before leaning into the kiss. This was his first kiss, and it was amazing. Blaine pulled back suddenly.

"I-I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have.. I don't even know if you are... I'll leave now. Bye Kurt" Blaine blushed heavily before grabbing the handle of his suitcase and running in the opposite direction, not giving Kurt a chance to say anything.

Kurt stood in shock for a minute, trying to replay in his head what had just happened, just to reassure himself that it had happened. It did. He brought his fingers to rest on his lips, where the gorgeous boy's own lips had been only 2 minutes ago. He felt tears in his eyes as he realised that he would probably never see him again. Stumbling to the car, he tried to regain some form of composure, knowing that if he got into the car flustered and upset, his dad would start the Spanish Inquisition. He took one deep breath before climbing in and trying to forget what had just happened, because he knew that it would never happen again.

A/N- Hey :) Let me know what you think, reviews make me smile. I shall try to update as soon as I can, pretty promise. If you're reading this, I love you okay. In the next chapter there's sort of some stuff about self-harming, so be warned.