Blaine barely made it through the first three weeks of Kurt's stay in New York. So when their reunion was only days away, he started to make plans. Kurt had initially wanted to come home to Lima and see everyone. As much as Blaine loved all of their friends, he hadn't seen Kurt in so long and he didn't feel like sharing, even with Burt and Sophie. Blaine started to count down the minutes until Friday afternoon.
"Got your ticket yet, stud?" Blaine hadn't heard Sophie come into his room, but that meant nothing. Sophie and Coop were becoming closer by the day, to the point where Sophie didn't even ask Blaine most days if she could come over. She just did. Blaine was pretty sure that Cooper had given her a key to the house.
"Not yet. I'm waiting for Kurt to text me back and tell me what time his classes get out Friday so I know what train to catch."
"Get the 4:45. There's no way you're skipping out on a whole Glee practice. At least try to make it through an hour. Even though Sectionals aren't until early November, I saw Schue making composite set lists today on the dry erase board in the choir room. I think he found the one Journey song you guys haven't done yet." Sophie quipped, plopping down on Blaine's bed and grabbing a pillow to hug to her chest. "Did you take one of Kurt's bottles of cologne?"
Blaine didn't answer her at first, which in hindsight was probably worse than an immediate denial. Of course he had taken one of Kurt's bottles of cologne. It was Kurt's favorite, and Blaine was ninety-five percent sure that he had left it on his dresser for Blaine on purpose. Blaine had taken to spritzing the scent on his pillows at night as a way to feel connected with Kurt. "Maybe?"
"If it weren't so damn adorable, I'd say it was creepy. "
"Sophie, have you ever loved someone? Not familial love, but love love, truly and deeply?"
"Blainey. Come on. I'm fifteen. I haven't gotten the chance to fall in love with someone."
"Let me tell you this; it's horrible. A horrible, wonderful curse. To know that the person you love more than anything in the world is so far away, to know that you can't sweep them into your arms whenever they're hurting and wipe away their sorrows, to know that you can't celebrate with them when something amazing happens? It's terrible. The only thing keeping me from dropping out of school is the knowledge that Kurt would kill me if I tried." Blaine said.
"Not only Kurt, although he'd be the first. You're forgetting about Coop, and me, and Uncle Burt and Aunt Carole. We'd all kill you. Every one of us understands that you and Kurt are endgame. But in no way are we going to allow you to throw away your education. Besides, how are you going to get into NYU if you drop out?"
Blaine gaped at Sophie, stunned. It was times like these when she seemed ages beyond her fifteen years. He hadn't told anyone that he was applying to NYU, not even Kurt. He was saving it as a surprise until he got accepted, if he got accepted. It was a given that he was joining Kurt in New York, they just hadn't worked out how. "How do you know that?"
"You left the brochures on your desk." Sophie said, smiling. "I, for one, think it's a great idea. You and Kurt, taking New York City by storm."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. When are you going to tell him?"
"If I get accepted. I don't want to get his hopes up just to have them crushed if I don't get in. I mean, I'm going to be with him in New York come hell or high water, I'd just prefer to go to college."
"That's understandable."
After a comfortable silence in which both Sophie and he laid on his bed, staring at the posters of various things that Blaine had on his ceiling, Blaine got up and went to his closet to pack. Putting things off until the last minute always irritated him, and with Sophie there to help there would be a good chance that he would have some Kurt-worthy outfits for that weekend.
"So, what are you going to get up to while I'm gone?" Blaine asked Sophie, who had vetoed several combinations of polos and bow ties.
"Not much. Probably hang around the Lima Bean, maybe get Uncle Burt to show me how to do something cool with a car that will inevitably impress a future boyfriend or something. Sam keeps trying to teach me how to play Call of Duty, so I might take him up on that."
"Sounds fun." He held up a button-down shirt patterned with tiny lobsters that Sophie nodded at, and it went into his suitcase.
"Meh. Not really. Not as fun as whatever you and Kurt are gonna do. Oh, and I took the liberty of putting the lube and condoms in the front pocket of your suitcase. You two are just lucky you wear the same size. It's awfully convenient." Sophie grinned, laughing at the blush that adorned Blaine's cheeks.
"B-but who even said that we were going to be, um, partaking in that particular-" Blaine stammered.
"Oh please. Don't even try to pull that 'Golden Boy, Blushing Virgin' crap with me. Or Coop. You guys are going to be going at it like rabbits as soon as you're alone. You haven't seen him in almost a month and you two are teenage boys. There's no way you won't be limping or something when you come back."
Blaine flushed again, but this time it was because he knew that Sophie was almost completely right. Damn Hummel intelligence. It would be the death of him.
000
Friday morning came, and with it came a jittery, nervous and excited Blaine. It was all he could do to dress himself in the morning without his fingers shaking.
"Blainey, did your closet light break again?" Cooper asked in an amused tone when Blaine finally made it down to the kitchen. He looked down and cringed when he saw that he had put on a pair of black plaid shorts and a pink polo with a yellow bow tie.
Well, you had to give him credit for actually dressing himself. He was seeing Kurt in less twelve hours. Was he supposed to be concerned with such trivial matters as dressing himself?
He quickly dashed upstairs and put on the traveling yellow skinny jeans, glad that they were in his possession this week. Now that Mike was at Julliard and Rachel and Kurt were at NYADA, it was going to be harder to keep to the schedule of who got the pants when.
Half an hour later, he was pulling into the Hummel-Hudson-Evans' driveway. Sam and Sophie bounded out of the house before Blaine even got the chance to unbuckle his seatbelt.
"You guys are never like this. What's going on?" Blaine asked.
"Sam broke the coffee pot-" Sophie paused for a second to glare at Sam, "-so we need to do a pre-school Lima Bean coffee run. Is that okay, please? You know I can't handle Mr. Knowles's math class early in the morning. Come on, I'll even pay for your inevitable medium drip."
Blaine blushed and rubbed his hand across the back of his neck, suddenly wishing he hadn't said anything. "Um, actually, I don't drink medium drips anymore."
The car was quiet for one precious second before both Sophie and Sam started snickering.
"Dude. Really? You're drinking nonfat grande mocha lattes now? I don't know whether to shake my head at you or flail like Sophie does whenever she sees something cute because seriously, you drinking Kurt's coffee order is fucking adorable." Sam chuckled from the back seat.
"It is adorable, don't tease him for it. I bet Kurt drinks medium drips now." Sophie said.
Avoiding any further conversation regarding he and Kurt, Blaine hurriedly pushed the radio on to the Top 40s station and they spent the rest of the car ride to the Lima Bean and to school singing along to the radio with a kickass rendition of "Payphone" (the edition with Wiz Khalifa, thank you very much, because occasionally he and Sam liked to get their rap on) and a very funny rendition of "Call Me Maybe" that had Sam spitting his coffee all over his AP Chem binder at Sophie's imitation of Carly Rae's actions in the music video.
The day flew by in a blur. Blaine was thankful that none of his teachers decided to spring a surprise quiz on him, because he would have failed for sure. Lunch came and went, Blaine only eating the turkey wrap Brittany put in front of his face because it was the only way he would get them all to shut up about making sure he ate because "You're going to need your energy for later, Blainey, because if you think for one second that my favorite unicorn is going to let you just crash on him when he hasn't seen you for a month, you've got another think coming." He wasn't even sure what had happened in Glee rehearsal, only that Artie and Joe had done some sort of Eagles/Aerosmith mashup that had gotten a standing ovation.
Finally, finally, it was four o'clock and he was grabbing Sophie and Sam's hands and dashing out of the choir room, not caring that he was skipping out early because damn it, Kurt was only two hours away.
Forty-five minutes, one harried goodbye from Sophie and Sam and two very exasperated train station workers later, Blaine was on the train on the way to New York.
To Kurt: On the train.
To Blaine: My last class just ran out. I have to run back to the apartment and drop my stuff off, but I'll be there to meet you. What time is the train arriving?
To Kurt: Six. Is it just you coming?
To Blaine: Yeah, just me. Rachel and Finn have a date night, so we have the apartment to ourselves for a few hours.
To Kurt: Just a few hours? ;)
To Blaine: Blaine Anderson!
To Kurt: I'm sorry, baby. I just miss you so much.
To Blaine: I know. I feel it too. It's just not as easy to function when you aren't around.
Blaine made an odd sort of half-sob, half-laugh noise as he read Kurt's text and decided to take a nap. Brittany and everyone else was right. He would need his energy for later.
000
Blaine was jostled in his seat by the train as it slowed to a stop in the station.
New York City.
He was in New York City.
Kurt.
He grabbed his suitcase and made his way off the train as fast as humanly possible. There, waiting for him, leaning against a ticket kiosk, was Kurt.
"Blaine!"
"Kurt!" Blaine would always be surprised by Kurt's speed and agility with all the layers he wore and the heeled boots he so favored. Kurt maneuvered his way through the masses of people and threw himself into Blaine's arms.
"I'm so happy to see you. I love you. I missed you so much."
"I know, Kurt. I know. I'm here. I love you, I love you so much. I've missed you too. My world just doesn't shine as brightly without you in it." Blaine moved his head from where it was nustled against Kurt's neck and tilted it up until their lips met. He needed this. He needed this like a man dying of thirst needed water. Both of his hands untangled from Kurt's back and slid up to the hair at the nape of Kurt's neck, pulling Kurt closer and eliciting a moan from the taller man.
Just as the kiss was growing heated, getting desperate, Kurt pulled back.
"A-apartment. Now."