A.N. Hi guys! It feels like it's been forever but it's only been a week! So, here's the third chapter of Gleeful Travels and it follows Klaine first because Klaine is my favorite XP And then after this will be Finchel, and then Samcedes, Brittana, etc. At then end is just kind of filler because I felt like my chapter was too short, hope you don't mind! Also, if there's any confusion, it starts at six in the morning, and their flight is at noon. Enjoy! :D
Disclaimer - I own nothing, except the plot, but it's mostly cannon from season 3 so... yeah, i own nothing.
Chapter 3 ~ Klaine
Kurt took another sip of his non-fat grande mocha as Blaine waited expectantly across the small table in the Lima Bean coffee shop. After a few seconds of silence it was clear that Kurt wasn't going to say anymore so Blaine prompted him a bit more.
"Did the girls see you when you went back to your room?"
"No. I managed to mask it well enough that no one asked and not long after, we started watching Harry Potter. Even though I didn't want anyone to find out, it just feels like I'm being ignored you know? It's complicated, like you want them to find out so that they'll give you support but you don't want them to find out because that would be wrong on Finn's part but if they don't notice on their own you can't help but think that they don't know you well enough to be called your friends and-"
Kurt was silenced by Blaine's lips on his and he relished the feeling. All too soon it was over. They were, after all, still in the homophobic town of Lima, Ohio. Blaine sat back down in his chair and cleared his throat.
"Right, now that you've shut up," Kurt playfully whacked his arm at that, which initiated a smile from both of them, "I can tell you that your friends care. They're all real and they love you and their protective of you. I know exactly how you feel because I've been there but you have to listen to me on this one." Blaine took Kurt's hands and held them over the table. "Not telling them is a good thing because this is Finn and Rachel's problem to fix, not yours and I'm sure they all noticed but no one said anything because they didn't want to ruin the happy sleepover. I bet you Mercedes is going to call any second now…"
As if on cue, Kurt's phone began to ring and the slow tune of 'Candles' played quietly from his device. He raised an eyebrow but answered it anyway.
"Hello?" A pause. "Yes dad I promise to be careful and all that, we had this conversation half an hour ago." Blaine chuckled. "Yes I am very aware of what time it is." He checked his watch anyway. "Alright, whatever helps you sleep at night." A pause. "Love you too. Bye dad." Kurt hung up and pocketed his phone. He then proceeded to grab his coffee and stand up. "Come on Blaine, dad wants us at the airport super early to catch our flight in case anything happens."
Blaine nodded in understanding and grabbed his medium drip and the two exited the café into the path of the sun's rays. They walked leisurely to Kurt's navigator and got in, immediately turning the air conditioning to max. Blaine wanted to open the windows but Kurt refused, claiming that it would absolutely ruin his hair. It was a long drive to the airport seeing as how it was in Westerville. Their flight wasn't for another six hours.
It was currently six in the morning and neither boy was tired. Kurt was an early riser to start with but Blaine liked to sleep in until noon; luckily he was on a coffee rush that day. He was going to plop back into dreamland the second he was secured in his seat on the airplane. Wanting to keep himself distracted, Blaine continued their earlier conversation much to Kurt's dislike. He frowned.
"I'm sure they'll talk to you. If I know Mercedes – who knows you almost better than I do – than she'll have noticed something. And Quinn and Tina are pretty observant as well. Rachel and Brittany are pretty oblivious and Santana… I don't know." At this, Kurt laughed a little bit.
"Alright, alright I believe you. Can we drop the subject now?"
"Fine. Where do you want to go first when we get to New York?"
"Ooh! Definitely the Broadway stage and we'll go to Tiffany's after that and then the Madison Square Garden and the statue of Liberty and I want to check out Barney's and-"
"Woah! Slow down! I said first."
"Yeah okay. Tiffany's."
"Alrighty then."
"… 'Alrighty then?' Really Blaine?"
"What?"
Kurt didn't answer, he just scoffed and continued to keep his eyes on the road ahead of him. Blaine plugged his IPod into the car and chose a song, then clicked play. Blackbird came through the speakers and both boys smiled. They had so many songs that reminded them of each other it was insane. Kurt began to sing along to the lyrics and Blaine closed his eyes, imagining the moment when he had said to himself, "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever."
Kurt was standing amongst the other Warblers in the choir room, clad all in black and with tears running down his face. He was immensely sad and was putting all his emotion into his singing and that's when Blaine realized that Kurt was the one. Kurt had found a way to channel his feelings into song and express himself in a way no one could copy or imitate because it was just so… Kurt. His morbid sadness and grief came out in sound waves from the counter tenor's marvelous voice and despite his sobbing state, the song he performed was intensely beautiful. Blaine had had an epiphany that day, the best one of his life.
When the song ended, Blaine opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful boy beside him. His brown hair was perfectly coiffed and his skin was pale as porcelain. His eyes were a blue-ish gray that changed from vibrant to dormant depending on his mood or the lighting of the room. His face was calm and focused and his complexion was smooth and perfect in Blaine's eyes. He was quite a bit taller than Blaine and often teased him about it but he knew that underneath all of the "bitch" faces and "bitch-please" faces, he had a heart of gold that leaked out in his actions or lack-there-of.
He also had an ostentatious fashion sense. That particular day, he was wearing dark-wash skinny jeans, a white V-neck shirt and a black sequined vest with silver rhinestone designs swirling around its fabric with golden chains dangling from the pockets. He also wore black and silver shoes so shiny you'd think they were polished with floor wax. He wore a scarf that was silver and white wrapped around his neck loosely. Propped up on his nose were big square sunglasses. He looked so stylish and airbrushed you'd think he just came out of a magazine like Entertainment Weekly or Vogue something.
God, how hard had he fallen for him? How much love could one boy have for another? Did being gay immediately make your love stronger? No, surviving all the homophobia and the insults and the attacks (whether verbal or physical) and then finding each other made their love that much stronger. It was because they could face all the bullies and the hurt together. Now they were twice as strong and had someone to fall back on. They had someone to comfort them and help them to get back on their feet. Kurt was obviously the stronger one of the two after everything he had been through, but Blaine was the physically stronger one with all his boxing practice.
Sure, he had an obnoxious older brother, un-accepting parents, he got beaten up at his old school, had to go through the verbal insults, the dumpster tosses, and all the homophobia, but Kurt had gone through something entirely different.
His mom had died when he was eight, his dad had always loved him but it was awkward because Kurt knew that Burt would have preferred a straight son and he tried so hard to act like one but it didn't work out in the end. Kurt had been sexually harassed by the bully who had threatened to kill him and made his life miserable, the people who were supposedly his friends didn't notice anything was out of the ordinary, he'd had a crush on a straight guy who soon became his step-brother and he had to get over it, he had been pining over Blaine for almost six months before the boy finally realized he reciprocated his feelings, and on top of all that, Kurt almost had his Broadway dreams crushed because NYADA accidentally sent him a rejection letter instead of an acceptance one. All in all, Kurt was the strongest and most courageous person Blaine had ever met. It was one of the many, many reasons he loved him.
After so much staring, Kurt finally spared him a glance and a smirk. Blaine flushed for staring for so long and quickly looked out the window. He tuned back into the music and smiled. It was another one of their songs. But this time, it was an actual recording of their voices.
B: Here we go again
I kinda wanna be more than friends
So take it easy on me
I'm afraid you're never satisfied
K: Here we go again
We sick like animals
We play pretend
You're just a cannibal
And I'm afraid I won't get out alive.
No I won't sleep tonight.
B: Oh oh
I want some more.
Oh oh
What are you waiting for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight.
Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight.
Here we are again
I feel the chemicals kicking in
It's getting heavier
And I wanna run and hide
I wanna run and hide
K:You do it every time
You're killing me now!
Oh God, when Kurt practically growled that line Blaine swore his pants got the slightest bit tighter. And the lyrics and his boyfriend's sexy voice… oh dear God he was going insane sitting in this car and not being able to kiss his boyfriend for fear of an accident. Blaine mentally cursed.
B,K: I won't be denied by you
The animal inside of you
B: Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waiting for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight.
Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight.
B,K: Hush hush the world is quiet
Hush hush we both can't fight it
It's just us that made this mess
Why can't you understand?
Whoa I won't sleep tonight…
B: Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waiting for?
Take a bit of my heart tonight.
Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting
K: Here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again
Take a bite of my heart tonight
B: Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight.
Kurt and Blaine had begun to sing along to the recording of themselves and were now laughing at the memory of Kurt trying to be sexy with all those weird faces, when really he was sexy without even trying. His singing for example, was hot. Even Santana had to admit the boy had a voice that could make any guy or girl swoon.
"Do you have a playlist of just songs that mean things to us?" Kurt asked, his glasz eyes never leaving the road.
"Yup. I have Animal, Baby It's Cold Outside, Candles, Blackbird, Perfect, Not The Boy Next Door," Kurt raised his eyebrows at this, "Teenage Dream, I Have Nothing, and probably more."
"Are they all recordings?"
"No, some of them are the original. But I have both for the majority of them. I never get tired of hearing them because they remind me of you." He took Kurt's hand in his own and both boys smiled brightly.
"That's really sweet of you. You know, my ringtone when you call specifically is you singing Somewhere Only We Know."
"Oh! I have that on my playlist too! But aww, that's just as sweet as what I did." Blaine winked and Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Think the playlist will last us until we get to the airport?"
"Oh definitely. If not, I'll sing to you myself." At that, Kurt beamed and they drove the rest of the way in silence – well, listening to the music that played quietly through the speakers as they reminisced.
Once they reached the airport, they parked and walked around back to the trunk to get their luggage. Blaine had one suitcase while Kurt had three and a carry-on. Blaine offered to take one of Kurt's and at first he refused, but after almost falling flat on his face from the sheer weight of it he flushed and handed Blaine one of them so that they had two each. They walked into the hustle and bustle of the Westerville airport and searched for any signs that their flight was four hours early, even though it was highly unlikely.
After confirming that they had time to spare, they claimed a bench smack dab in the middle of all the chaos and waited. At first, they were content with people watching. Occasionally, one would laugh at something they saw a person do or shake their heads in a "tsk-tsk" manner, but that entertainment didn't last them very long, and eventually Kurt had to start a conversation before the noise gave him a headache.
"You know, I could totally picture having a flash mob here." He blurted, desperate for any topic of discussion and just went with the flow. "I mean, the Warblers and the New Directions could join together and sing a happy song and have our best dancers, namely Mike and Brittany, choreograph it and it would be really cool. I could totally see the workers trying to kick us out but us being too busy dancing and singing to notice. I can imagine Finn accidentally whacking innocent passerby with his dancing skills and Rachel staying as far away from him possible so as not to break her nose again." Kurt laughed and Blaine hated that he had to strain his ears to hear it over all the chatter and clatter of wheels on the linoleum floor.
"I could see the Warblers doing that. Not so much the dancing but definitely the impromptu performances and singing."
"We totally should have done that. Oh well," Kurt shrugged. "at least we got to leave the school with a bang. Singing to Hairspray was one of Rachel's better ideas, I must say."
"What other disastrous ideas has she had?" And so they went on to discuss the faults of one Rachel Berry and the conversation went from glee club member to glee club member and by the time the only ones they hadn't yet discussed were each other, the clock struck nine. Both boys groaned simultaneously.
"This is going to take forever." Kurt whined, throwing his head back. Blaine huffed in agreement.
"Maybe we should do a flash mob… you know, just us?" Blaine had an eager look in his eyes and Kurt knew he was screwed. Damn puppy dog eyes… Kurt cursed as Blaine took his hand without waiting for an affirmative and leading him a few feet away from the bench so that they could still keep an eye on their luggage.
"I don't suppose you brought your guitar with you?" Kurt asked sarcastically. Blaine rolled his eyes and took out his guitar, seemingly from out of thin air. "How did you-?" he put a finger to Kurt's lips and shushed him.
"Magic." He winked and Kurt fought really hard to roll his eyes. He did have a tendency to do that too much and was trying to cut back – just a little bit. Blaine began to strum and tune the guitar, catching the attention of a few people who passed and before long Blaine started to play and signaled for Kurt to start singing; and he did. It seemed that he started singing before he even knew what song it was, but it was painfully obvious as his boyfriend seemed to be obsessed about their songs lately.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
There were several people who had stopped what they were doing to watch, and Kurt bowed to the applause he was given. No money was thrown or given, no whistles or shouts, only claps and smiles. He grinned and sat back down on the bench, grabbing his carry-on and checking his reflection on his compact mirror as Blaine continued to strum and take the spotlight. They spent the next hour like that, alternating between solos and duets while waiting for their plane to finally arrive.
At precisely ten o'clock, Kurt and Blaine were tired and bored and hungry. Blaine left to get food while Kurt watched the suitcases. Sighing, he resigned himself to people watching again. A certain mother caught his eye and he found himself transfixed to her presence. He knew why, she reminded him of Quinn. The girl couldn't be that much older than Kurt, twenty at the oldest and she was dealing with a screaming toddler, screeching that this wasn't his home and that he wanted to go back to Louisiana. She was on her cell phone trying frantically to cancel something while desperately attempting to quiet down her child who held a remarkable resemblance to her.
The boy could be no older than four and he had blonde hair that covered his eyes that were too far away from Kurt to see what colour they were. He wore blue and red shorts and a T-shirt and black sneakers and he was carrying around a tiny Franklin suitcase of his own while his mother dragged behind her a bright neon pink luggage that looked extremely heavy. She had long tumbling waves of beach blonde hair and a slim figure despite having been pregnant and she looked to be about five foot seven. She looked exasperated and there were bags under her eyes so dark that Kurt could see them from where he was, even with dozens of people who were in his view, he managed to follow her head until it was out of sight and he sighed. He had been tempted to help her, but if he left the bench then his luggage would be left unattended and he didn't want to risk it. He could have also gotten lost and that would not have been good.
At that moment, Blaine returned with coffee breakfast sandwiches. The two munched in silence as Kurt's guilt slowly gnawed away at his insides, but in time slowly began to fade twice as slowly as it had come. He held back a groan and continued to eat the bland and flavourless food from an airport.
At ten thirty, they were excruciatingly bored; so much so that they were contemplating making out right there on the bench to pass the time. The idea was so tempting, so inviting, something they both wanted, yet they held back. There were too many homophobes around to try something so risqué. They were both tingling inside so they settled for holding hands behind Kurt's carry-on placed strategically between them. Eventually the want became harder and harder to ignore and they slowly became closer and closer. The movements were subconscious, unintentional.
It started out with scooting the tiniest bit closer to each other, then after a while they entwined their entire arms (Kurt's right and Blaine's left) together to make what looked like two snakes wrapped up in each other. Eventually, Kurt leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder from exhaustion and Blaine brushed a strand of hair from his face. Several seconds later their desires were growing stronger and Kurt threw his legs over top of Blaine's so that he was sitting sideways with his legs in Blaine's lap, having already moved his carry-on. In an effort to distract himself from the fireworks that were spreading throughout his body, originating from where Blaine touched his body and moving upward, Kurt took out his phone and began to play Temple Run.
Unfortunately, the game could not hide the passion that threatened to bubble over and burst from his lips the second it would come in contact with Blaine's, but he struggled to reason with it and lightly push it back, but it fought with such force that Kurt actually had to grit his teeth and almost physically shove the thoughts of sticking his tongue down Blaine's throat far away from the front of his mind, really far away.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, bringing a hand to Kurt's cheek and taking in pleasure in the way he leaned into the touch and the fireworks exploded when heat began to emanate from his face and sent Blaine's pulse racing. He'd noticed how his boyfriend's jaw had clenched and wanted to know what was bothering him. The most effective way to calm him was usually to touch him in any way he could, but because he was already practically sitting in his lap he went for the hand to cheek brush.
Kurt nodded and unclenched his jaw, visibly relaxing into Blaine's touch. "Yeah, just trying not to ravish you here and now." He whispered and Blaine's hand froze, as did the rest of him. Did Kurt actually just say that? Immediately, Kurt flushed a deep crimson and started to untangle himself with Blaine, muttering apologies when Blaine took both cheeks with his hands and brought his lips to his own and kissed him. The electricity shot through the both of them like wildfire and they were already aching for more. Their mouths burned in the most positive way possible and their lips moved together in harmony, as if singing the words to the same song at the same time while attached to one another. The passion level was quickly rising and soon Kurt's tongue danced against Blaine's lips and his mouth parted on instinct, allowing the tingling feeling of making out with the one he loved to return and he immediately touched his tongue to Kurt's in a way that made both boys shiver.
They were one hundred percent oblivious to everything around them, the whole world was their significant other half and everything else paled in comparison. Their thoughts had cleared completely except for the occasional "I love you" which was sometimes voiced in hushed and broken whispers. Time seemed to fly by as they made out, uninterrupted in a public place. They didn't dare go farther than making out, not wanting to push their boundaries but wanting so badly to rip off each other's clothes. They were so tempted, so passionate and in love – but they had to have some self-control. The temptation was rising and the tongues were being shoved farther and farther inside and eventually they broke apart for air, panting from lack of breath and blood pulsing faster than it should be. Both of their hearts were racing and they stared into each other's eyes for seemingly and eternity. Smoldering hazel bored into sparkly and seductive glasz green/blue.
The clock struck eleven and they both blinked in sync, slowly breaking away as their breathing returned to normal, but before they could completely separate, the insults they had been waiting for were finally audible.
"They can't do this in a public place! It is disgusting! Do they realize we have to watch them? Do they even know where they are?" A shrill voice said. Kurt frowned but Blaine simply placed over top of Kurt's and gave a not so reassuring smile. It was as if the volume on the noise had been set to mute while they were kissing, but once they had stopped the volume was on max and Kurt just knew he was going to get much worse than a headache.
"Ignore them." Blaine whispered in his ear. A shiver involuntarily sent itself down his spine and all he wanted was to bring Blaine's lips back onto his own to (as Puck would put it) "suck face", but he somehow resisted, knowing they would really be pushing their limits if they did it again. They were extremely lucky that nothing-
SPLASH! Kurt and Blaine bolted upright, soaked from head to toe in what smelled like Coke and Pepsi mixed together. Both boys shivered from the cold of the drink and closed their eyes, their fists clenched.
"Go." Kurt managed to say without his seething rage sneaking out into his tone at Blaine. "I have an emergency clean up kit I can use on the spot. You don't. Go to the washroom and clean up." After staring at his boyfriend hesitantly, Blaine nodded and he was gone. Kurt sighed and sat back down, opening his carry-on fully to reveal a slushy-removing kit that wasn't limited to just slushes. He began dabbing at his designer clothes and now messed up hair while humming to himself over the hatred of words and being thrown at him. He was almost finished when someone yelled in his face, too close for comfort.
"I'M TALKING TO YOU!" The man shouted angrily in Kurt's face. Kurt barely batted an eyelid, but inside he was fuming. "Don't just ignore me when I'm talking to you homo! Would you mind keeping that disgusting PDA to yourselves? We are forced to watch-!"
"No, you are not forced to watch." Kurt interrupted, standing up revealing himself to be taller than the man who had to take a step back so that Kurt wouldn't be chest to chest with him. "Feel free to look away at any time you want." He said through gritted teeth, barely managing to control his anger.
"W-Well…" the man stuttered, he was obviously inexperienced at bullying, that much was obvious because Kurt knew the bullies at his old school would have shoved him or come up with a retort that made no sense but a retort none the less. This guy had never seen homosexuality before.
"Look, just leave us alone and we'll leave you alone. If it makes you feel better, we won't make out until we're out of the state. That sound better?"
Wordlessly, the man nodded and walked away. Satisfied, Kurt sat down and began to apply the finishing touches to his clean-up when Blaine arrived, looking spic and span as usual. He smiled.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"You did a good job at cleaning up, it's like it never happened."
"What never happened?"
"Huh? But you- oh. Ha ha ha." Blaine rolled his eyes and Kurt giggled. "So any who, if we're bored now what are we going to do on the plane?"
"I don't know about you, but I'm playing Temple Run or watching the movie or sleeping." Kurt responded while checking his reflection one last time. After that, time seemed to pass fairly quickly. Both boys conversed frequently and played games to pass the time. Before they knew it they had passed security and boarded the plane. They sat next to each other with Blaine at the window seat and bouncing up and down excitedly.
Kurt smiled as he watched his boyfriend stare wide eyed out the glass as the plane began to take off. His boyfriend was over-excitable, like a puppy. He even had the puppy dog look mastered to an art. He sometimes had mood swings that left Kurt confused and he was obsessed with smearing his black curly hair in unnecessary gel that had it slicked back so tight and shiny you'd think he was wearing a helmet. His hazel eyes displayed his emotions so clearly he was like an open book, one gaze and you got the gist of what he was feeling. He was fairly short, around five foot six, and he always wore bow ties and outrageously neon coloured sunglasses.
Kurt sighed. He loved Blaine, oh so much. Although his advice sucked, he meant well and would totally help anybody who needed it whenever they needed it. After just meeting Kurt he had already given him his phone number; not for romantic reasons, but in case he ever needed to talk to someone about his bullying issues. He had a mentor side with which he would baby the subject of his mentoring until they got frustrated and exploded in his face, and he had a vulnerable side which he hardly let anyone see. Only Kurt had ever seen him cry and that was such a rare occurrence that Kurt hardly counted it as part of his personality, as something completely normal.
Kurt had fallen head over heels for that boy long ago, and now they had a whole awesome summer ahead of them, just waiting to be filled with awesome experiences and romantic pathways to their undying love.