Hello once again! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know not a lot happened but I think it's a necessary one. Brace yourselves, because next time, they meet!

Kurt had thought going to LA to meet Blaine was a great idea; until the night before. The day he found out and the day after, Kurt could not shut up about meeting Blaine. All his friends at school were completely bored with him talking about it;

"Okay Kurt, we get it", Rachel snapped in their last lesson of the day, "I'm happy for you but will you please, for all our sakes, shut up for two minutes about Blaine?" Kurt was upset by this,

"But Rachel, you've Skyped with Blaine, you know how amazing he is, and I get to spend all week with his amazingness!" Suddenly, Kurt was smacked on the back of the head with a rolled up notebook;

"Boy, you seriously need to stop. We're happy for you, Kurt, but PLEASE be quiet now", Mercedes said from where she was seated behind them. Kurt rubbed his head and turned back to his work, he then noticed that he had spent the hour doodling love hearts around his and Blaine's initials rather than doing the algebra homework he was behind on. But Kurt did not care; he was going to meet his best friend.

But the night before his departure suddenly arrived, and Kurt had gone oddly quiet;

"You okay, bud?" Burt said at the dinner table. He had noticed Kurt had done nothing but play with his food, "you haven't mentioned Blaine in the last thirty minutes, are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine, Dad". Kurt muttered, "I'm just nervous. What if we don't get along in real life? What if I get there and I don't fit into Blaine's amazing life? What if I go there and he has a boyfriend and I have to stay and watch them be all lovey-dovey and coupley? What if…"

"Kurt". Burt interrupted, "If he had a boyfriend, Blaine would have told you, you are going to get on, real-life is no different to that Skype-thing you use, and, not to put down your best friend Kurt, but honestly, his life doesn't really seem that different to yours. Trust me, that boy would be an idiot not to get along with you".

Kurt smiled slightly at this; "thanks dad".

"No problem, not eat, you're too skinny!"

The night passed uneventfully after that, but Kurt still felt nervous in the pit of his stomach, especially as he packed his bag for the week. He had no idea what kind of outfits to bring; Summer clothes, he guessed, since it was warm in LA. But what if Blaine didn't like his outfits? No. Kurt thought. Kurt Hummel dresses for himself and himself only. However he did still slip in the scarf Blaine had sent him by post for his birthday. Kurt took this moment to tweet;

KurtTheVlogger: Last night in NY before I head to LA. Super, super, super nervous! Please be welcoming! #scarycity

It wasn't even a full minute later before he got a reply from Blaine amongst his subscriber's replies;

DailyBlaine: We don't bite! Don't worry, I'll make sure you have an amazing time. Can't wait to see you x

Blaine always knew just what to say. Although they didn't go away completely, Kurt's nerves lessened, and he managed to fall into a shallow sleep, dreaming lightly of Hollywood, YouTube videos, and Blaine.

No big deal. I'm not freaking out or anything. It's just a virtual kiss. #AHHHHH

That tweet was so sweet! Can someone say boyfriends?

Can someone write a fic where Kurt gets really homesick and Blaine gives him fluffy, snuggly cuddles? #please #yes #makethisathing

On it! #klaine #fanfic

In LA, Blaine was bussling about his apartment. He hated to admit it, but he was nervous about Kurt coming to visit. Although he knew him and Kurt would get along as they always did, he wanted the trip to be perfect for Kurt. Blaine had already written out a whole itinerary for his trip; he wanted Kurt to get the full LA experience. Right now, however, he was cleaning his whole abode meticulously from top to bottom, making sure there wasn't a cobweb in sight. Nothing was too good for Kurt.

Blaine had arrived in the last room of the house; the guest bedroom. He made sure the sheets were brand new and in Kurt's favourite colour. He put red and yellow roses in the room to make it smell nice and fluffy towels in the bathroom. He had even gone out and bought some of Kurt's favourite skin care products because he had complained just the other night that he couldn't take them with him, and Blaine knew how important skin care was to Kurt. Lastly, he placed one of the roses on the pillow, along with a Hershey's Kiss; Kurt's favourite candy.

Blaine wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead and stood back to look at his work; it would be suitable for a King, so it was almost ready for Kurt.

Side note: I tried Hershey's Kisses when they introduced them to the UK; eurgh! They really do taste of puke!