I didn't wait very long to update, huh? Way to not look desperate. *chuckles awkwardly*… Seeing as this is my first fan fiction story, I am very excited to post another (hopefully longer) chapter of this story. I hope it doesn't suck too much. Enjoy!
-Kurt's POV-
"Yes dad, I'll be back for break!" I squealed into the phone.
"Kurt, that's great! I'll be ready for you, what time will you be here?" my dad sounded overly excited.
"Around 9:30. Will you be able to stay up?" I asked.
"You kidding? Finn and I will be waiting with flowers. I can't wait to see you." He said.
I chuckled nervously. "You don't have to have flowers, dad. Really."
Rachel stuck her head into my room. "Pssst, we have to leave in the next five minutes. C'mon!"
I put my hand to my phone. "Be right there!" I took my hand away. "I have to go dad, Rachel and I are catching a plane at 8:00. I'll see you soon. Love you."
"I love you too, Kurt. Have a safe flight." He replied.
I hung up the phone, and looked at my background. It was of Adam and me, at the state fair. He doesn't like heights, but he got on the Ferris wheel with me anyway. I really needed to appreciate him more than I do.
So it came as a surprise to me when I found my fingers navigating my phone to Blaine's contact. Should I call him? Let him know I'm coming? No, he will want to see me. I can't look both him and Adam in the eye after I made out with Blaine at the wedding. I chose to look Adam in the eye, after all. But didn't I just tell Rachel we have to go and see Finn and Blaine?
I sighed and pressed call.
The phone rang for a second. "I can't do this." I thought wildly to myself. "He can't pick up, please don't-"
"Hello?" I heard his warm, inviting voice. I didn't realize how much I missed it.
"Blaine? Hey, it's Kurt." My voice is so unlike his. I sound nervous, melancholy even.
"Yeah, I saw on the caller ID. What's up? Are you okay? Do you need me for something?"
"I, um, well Rachel and I are coming back to Ohio for spring break. I thought we could catch up." I stammered.
"You're coming home?" Blaine sounded overjoyed.
I cringed at the sound of the word "home." Ohio is my hometown, yes, but not my home. New York is my home.
"Well, yeah, unless you don't want me to…" I trailed off.
"Are you serious, Kurt? Of course I want you to come home." There's that word again. "Home." "You sound like home to me." What? Did I just say that out loud? Dammit. Now he's going to think he has another chance with me. I need to stop leading him on. But still, I just said what I was thinking. He does sound like home. I'm sure when I hug him in a few hours, he will feel like home too. What am I doing? I'm sort of dating someone here in New York.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted. "Kurt? You there?" Blaine sounded worried.
"Yeah, sorry. Just blanked out there for a second. I'm leaving here in a minute for the airport, so I'll see you tonight?" I hoped he would let my unexplained silence pass without suspicion. He did.
"That's awesome, should I go over to your dad's? I can wait with him to greet you tonight. Is that okay?" He sounded close to tears.
"Sure Blaine, that's okay. Good bye."
"Kurt? You sound like home to me too. Good bye." And then I heard the click of him hanging up. Well it didn't take long for me to screw that one up. Really, what am I doing with Adam? I just need to sit back and enjoy spring break. Right on cue, Rachel came barging into my room with one too many suitcases.
"Kurt come ON! I've never missed a plane and I am not about to start now!" She sounded delirious.
"I'm right behind you, just go!" I called to her as she marched toward the door to our apartment. The next words I whispered, "I feel awful for what I'm putting Adam through, but then again I did tell him I'm still in love with Blaine."
And with that I followed Rachel in suit.
An hour and a half later I was standing in the parking lot holding all of Rachel's bags, waiting for her dads to pick us up.
"Kurt, aren't you so excited to be here? I mean, I love New York, but we didn't have enough time to properly catch up with everyone at the wedding, so it's wonderful to be back."
"Couldn't agree more." I mumbled. I'm still not sure about my messed up feelings.
"Was that sarcasm Hummel? Because I really need you to be in a better mood so you can pass along my message to Finn." Ah, bossy Ms. Berry. I hadn't seen her in a while.
"What message, Rachel? Last I recall, you and Finn sang a duet at Mr. Schue's wedding. I believe I was the one getting some action." I retorted.
"You're lucky Santana didn't say anything about you two to Adam." She said.
What? Really? I remember Santana mentioning something and not being very discreet at all about it!
"Excuse me-?" I started, but was cut off by a squeal.
"Look, it's my dads! Come on, Kurt!" Rachel took my hand and started running toward the car. I dropped the bags and had to lag behind to pick them all up.
Twenty minutes later we pulled up in front of my house. Oh God, oh no, no nonono. Please don't let Blaine be here, I just need a night to think. As soon as I thought this, I saw my dad in the window. I felt overwhelmed with emotion. I am here to see my father, and my old friends. I'm not here to hook up with an ex.
Funny how life likes to mess with you, huh?
As soon as I rang the doorbell, the door flew open.
"KURT!" I was engulfed in flowers and a hug.
"Burt! Let him breathe!" laughed Finn.
I laughed with relief and contentment. "Dad! Finn! It's so great to see you guys." At that moment, I had completely forgotten that I had given Blaine permission to be here right now too.
"May I?" A warm, inviting voice wafted in from the dining room.
My smile fell, but not in an upsetting way. It was unreal, seeing him there in the flesh. I was taken aback. His smile was soft, and he held his hand out to me the way he did at our first prom together. What? Don't judge me! Of course I remember something like that!
Acting on pure instinct, I dropped the bags, set the flowers down, and took his hand.
"We'll see you two in a bit." Blaine said to my father and Finn.
"What, why? I came back because I want to see them." I protested.
"And you will, but don't you want to see me too?" Blaine led me up to my room.
I had been away so long that I was no longer oblivious to the scent of my own room.
"I do want to see you." I said.
"Good. Come here." He said with his arms outstretched.
I walked straight into them. He felt like home.
