Shoreward
So last night I wrote a second one, about 2000-3000 words… But it spazzed out and deleted itself before I could save it and it was 11 at night I'd been awake for 18 hours so I just gave up on my life and went to bed… It was a good story too. Here's my third one, pretty much.
Kurt was snuggled into bed in his dorm at Dalton. It was the morning of the summer holidays and his dad would be here to pick him up and take him away to a summer house in Long Beach, miles and miles away. So, despite it was breaking some rules, he and Blaine were making the most of their last night together by curling up in Kurt's bed.
He was curled into Blaine's side, an arm wrapped around his torso with Blaine's arm around his shoulders and his cheek pressed into Kurt's hair. Even in sleep they were holding eachother tightly in fear of having to part for several weeks after those few precious hours. When Kurt awoke, wrapped around a warm body that smelt faintly of raspberries, he at first felt the familiar sense of peace he got around Blaine, before remembering they would have to be separated before long. Checking the alarm clock, he saw that his dad would be here in an hour.
So he took a last longing look at his boyfriend before grudgingly untangling their limbs and climbing out of bed, Blaine mumbling something when his unconscious self recognised the loss of Kurt's warmth. Kurt's case was already packed, filled with as many light weight layers he had that he wouldn't overheat in. When he looked around for his phone he silently cursed himself that he hadn't charged it overnight, because he had been planning to call Blaine when he got there.
Rooting around for some clothes, he headed to the bathroom where he showered and got dressed before heading back into the bedroom where the sleeping bodies of David (his roommate) and Blaine had not stirred. Kurt decided to take his bag down to the courtyard, where everyone leaving that day was putting their bags to be collected. He grabbed his phone and kissed Blaine's cheek gently before heading into the empty, quiet hallway. It was early still and only the one leaving that morning were awake.
He made his way out of the dorm house and to the courtyard, where standing impatiently by all the suitcases was his dad.
"Dad?" he called out confusedly.
Burt looked up at his son, "Finally, Kurt! I misread the time of the plane if we don't leave now we'll be late!"
Panic flared through Kurt, though no because of the plane, "I've got to say goodbye to Blaine," he said, but Burt grabbed him.
"No, Kurt, we need to leave now!"
"Just let me say goodbye! I'll be two minutes!"
"NOW, Kurt!"
Kurt looked around hurriedly and saw Nick hanging around the bags.
"NICK!" he yelled, and the brunette looked up. "TELL BLAINE I LOVE HIM AND I'M SORRY!"
"Okay!" Nick yelled back, as Kurt was pretty much man handled into the cab.
He sat in the car miserably, thinking of Blaine and not being able to have said goodbye.
"Cheer up, kiddo," his dad said, "We'll be at the beach soon."
"Woo!" Finn, sitting beside him, whooped.
"The house is right beside the beach," Carole told him, "So it'll be great."
Kurt simply nodded boredly, going into full on teen-angst-sulk-mode as they started their journey towards the shores of California. They got to the airport and only just had time to get on their plane, meaning Kurt couldn't even attempt to call Blaine. Once on the plane itself, seated by the window, Kurt sighed dramatically to make his dad feel guilty.
"Stop moping," Burt said, "We're going on holiday."
Kurt rolled his eyes and continued moping, his thoughts still in Westerville with Blaine. The plane took off and Kurt kept his eyes pointed out of the window, staring at the fields and houses that it passed over.
Finn noticed Kurt's sulkiness and decided to help. "Hey, wanna play a traveling game?"
Kurt turned to glower at him. "Do I look like I'm 6 years old?"
"Come on, dude, please?" Finn begged slouching down on his chair.
His step-brother sighed, "Fine, what did you have in mind?"
Finn grinned at him, "Guess who? You know, the one where I choose someone and you have to guess who I am by asking yes-no questions."
"Sure," Kurt said, "Choose."
Finn's brow furrowed in thought, before lighting up, "Okay, I got one! Ask!"
"Are you a guy?"
"Yes."
"Fictional?"
"No."
"You know fictional means not real, right?"
"Yeah, Kurt, duh."
"Just checking." Kurt relaxed into his chair, questions forming in his mind. "Are you famous?"
"Mmm… No, I guess not. I mean he is in social circ-"
Kurt snapped three times in front of his face, "Yes-no answers, Finn."
"Sorry," Finn said meekly, "Keep going."
Kurt sighed, realising this was going to be a long flight. He may as well play the game with Finn. "Is your hair blond?"
"No."
"Is your hair black?"
"Uhm… Yes?"
Kurt frowned, "What do you mean by that?"
"Well I guess its brown but it sort of looks black," Finn explained, once again breaking the rule of one word answers. Kurt shook his head.
"Fine. Do I know you?"
"Yes."
"Okay…" Kurt looked to the ceiling, "Are we related?"
"…No," Finn said with mild hesitation. Kurt chose to ignore it.
"Are you a teenager?"
"Yes."
Kurt sighed. "Are you Blaine?"
"Yes!" Finn said happily.
Kurt gave him a half glare, because really he was amused. "Mature, Finn."
"Your turn!"
Kurt decided to go with someone Finn knew; Grilled Cheesus.
When the Hudson-Hummels got off the plane they still had some miles to cover before they were at the beach, so they piled into a cab with all their belongings. Somehow Finn had actually managed to lift Kurt's spirits with his weird game and his thoughts were almost off Blaine when they got into the cab.
But as soon as they entered it and he had time to think again, Kurt immediately missed Blaine again. He wondered what he was doing, as he was probably awake by now. Kurt wished he had had time to say goodbye, and that his phone was charged because despite being crammed into a cab with his family he was achingly lonely without Blaine.
Still, as the cab headed shoreward he made plans to charge his phone as soon as possible so he could call him. The cab ride was only 20 minutes, as opposed to the hours spent on the plane. As they rode horizon eventually became clearer until Kurt could see the sea, bright blue and shimmering in the morning light. In Ohio it would only be midday, but California was a couple of hours behind. The cab turned down an avenue of beach houses.
Kurt's thoughts turned back to his boyfriend, miles away on the other side of America. Kurt side, the emptiness of his insides feeling more prominent. The cab came to a stop outside a pretty little bungalow.
Burt clapped his son's shoulder, "Go take your stuff inside. Your bedroom's at the back of the house to the right."
Kurt nodded , planning a night of brooding in his bedroom, and then maybe checking out the beach. Dragging his bag to the room with a heavy heart, he opened the door.
"Hey, stranger."
Kurt looked in a stunned silence at the curly haired warbler sitting casually on is bed.
Then he stepped forward and flung himself onto him, sending them crashing onto the cushions. Blaine laughed as Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around him, with no intention of letting go anytime soon.
"Surprise," he murmured into Kurt's hair as the taller boy clung to him.
Something occurred to Kurt as he looked up into Blaine's warm eyes. "Does my dad know you're here?"
"Yup, and I'm staying with my parents at a local hotel."
"Why didn't you tell me," Kurt accused, but was far too happy to see his boyfriend to properly complain.
Blaine grinned at him, "It was a surprise. A good one too, I hope?"
"Perfect," Kurt yawned slightly.
"Tired from your flight?" Blaine asked, starting to stroke Kurt's hair slightly.
Kurt nodded into Blaine's chest, "Mmm…"
Blaine's arms curled around him and turned them so they were on their sides. "Then sleep."
"Be here when I wake up?" Kurt asked drowsily.
"Of course," Blaine promised, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Sleep now."
So Kurt did, wrapped around his love with the sounds of waves crashing on the ocean shore to lull to him sleep.
Tada. I battled between the idea for a warbler road trip or a Hudson-Hummel trip. I might write a Shoreward 2.0. By the way:
Shoreward; Toward the shore.
