Chapter 7
"Michael!" Kurt yelled. "Where are you? I need you to find me a flight to Lima. Right now."
"Right, boss. I'm right behind you and already have your agent on the phone. There is a flight leaving in 90 minutes. If you leave now, you should be able to make it. I'm confirming a first class seat for you now. Go, go, go pack!" Michael ordered.
Kurt flew to his room, grabbed his leather overnighter and stuffed in essentials. He wouldn't be home for very long but he still packed a suit and dress shoes. Kurt just did not do simple. He searched his closet for his black skinnies, black knee-high boots, a white off-the-shoulder cashmere sweater and his silk Hermes scarf. He checked the mirror and thought of one more thing. He opened the center drawer of his vanity and found the box holding the diamond and sapphire encrusted antique brooch. He clipped it carefully to the rolled collar of the sweater. He looked in the mirror again and smiled. Perfect. The blues in the brooch brought out the blue in his eyes. And both sparkled.
He met Michael at the elevator doors who had his coat, messenger bag and phone. He took everything and stepped into the elevator.
"There's a cab for you downstairs. Don't worry, sir, I'll take care of closing up. Carl knows you are leaving and that I'm leaving soon. You get going. Go get him!" And Michael winked at him!
Kurt couldn't stand still in the elevator. He was putting on his coat, making sure his e-ticket was loaded on his phone, draping his messenger bag over his shoulder. "Hurry, hurry, hurry," he chanted. The elevator stopped, the door open and Kurt ran out into the waiting cab. "JFK. And hurry." The cab sped off and Kurt checked his phone and emails all the way to distract him from the time it took to get to the airport. He could finally see the terminal and still had 40 minutes. He was hoping that the Security line was short. The line was longer than he expected, even with his Premier global pass. Getting his boots on and off took the most time. Why did he wear them anyway? Once they were back on, Kurt knew he felt his best and most powerful dressed like this. He was on a mission to find Blaine. He was going to talk to Blaine tonight. He was determined.
Kurt's long legs carried him through the airport to his gate. They were already boarding. He looked around for familiar faces, but saw none. He approached the attendant at the desk, showed him his pass and was waved through. He still had on his coat, scarf, Ray Bans and carried himself like a true diva. He entered the plane, turning to first class to find his window seat. He noted that his aisle seat mate must have already been seated. There was an iPad in the seat and a leather bag lying on the floor under the chair in front. Hmmm, nice bag, Kurt thought. He always noticed quality things. He handed his coat to the attendant to hang up in the small closet. She took his overnighter and placed it in the overhead bin. He kept his bag, opening it to pull out his planner. He bent over to place it under the seat when he heard a hushed swear word. What, the guy didn't want company? He stretched his legs and turned to look out the window when he felt someone sit in the seat next to him. He could feel the staring so he turned to spit out a Kurt Hummel classic when his eyes opened wider behind his sunglasses. He recognized the dark curls and the smell of sandalwood and cinnamon.
"Blaine," he barely whispered.
The soft sound caused Blaine to turn his head, looking around and finding the stunning man next to him lowering his sunglasses and looking directly into his eyes. Blue green oceans met gold-flecked honey amber. No words.
"Kurt, what are you doing here? Didn't I just see you…" Oops. Blaine just admitted he'd been at Kurt's place.
"I know. I saw you. I didn't know it was you until I talked to my dad. He thought you were with me and the whole story came out. I'm sorry, Blaine. I didn't know it was you calling me. It was an unknown number and you didn't leave a message. I can't afford to answer a call from a number I don't recognize. Too many press people trying to go around my PR team. I'm so so sorry."
"It okay, Kurt, but why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your friend?"
"Oh, you did see that. Well funny thing. That man you saw me hugging was my intern, Michael. A very straight and married Michael. I hadn't seen him in a few days and he was coming to help me sort through Rene's room. I had finally decided to face it and Michael is such a dear. I tend to be over enthusiastic in my appreciation, especially for people I care about. I can see why you might have misconstrued the meaning of the embrace."
Blaine blushed deep red. He'd been caught. And he'd been wrong. "You're right, Kurt, I mistook the scene for a relationship and felt I would be intruding."
"Blaine, I am not in a relationship. I haven't been in a serious relationship for years. With school and my work, then Rene, I didn't have time to spend on a relationship. All you had to do is ask."
"Thank you, Kurt. I did want to know. Ever since you left Lima, I've thought about you. I know you must have felt it that day. I want to pursue that and see where it takes us. I'm drawn to you, Kurt."
"But aren't you involved, Blaine? I saw you with a man. That night. There was a sweet moment between the two of you when you laid your head on his shoulder. What about him, Blaine?"
Blaine almost laughed. Kurt glared at him. "What's so funny, Blaine? You think it's okay to play with me? I'll have you know…" He stopped when Blaine placed a finger on his lips to silence him. Such soft lips. I knew they would be soft, Blaine thought.
"Stop, Kurt. Are you talking about the night I left your house to go to a consult at the hospital? How did you see…oh. You followed me. You saw me with Wes."
Sparks flared again in Kurt's eyes.
"Wes, my best friend. My very straight and very married best friend, Wes. He was called to the same consult. He saw me in my car where I was just sitting, thinking about my day with you. He understood how affected I was about the day's events and walked in with me. Like you, we are man enough to show affection."
"Oh, my…"
"Can we just start over. I really want to know you, Kurt. I want to do it the right way. "
"I want that very much, Blaine. I want to know you, too."
"Well then, Kurt Hummel, may I ask what you are doing tomorrow? I would like to ask you out. On a date. But let me warn you. I haven't been on a date in a really long time. A really, really long time."
"Oh, Blaine. I would love to go on a date. With you. Oh, I'm feeling all bubbly inside. You do that to me, Blaine." He lowered his voice and lowered his head. He felt a hand brush his chin causing his to look up. And there he was. Blaine Anderson. Beautiful Blaine Anderson. He had a date with Blaine Anderson. His inner child was happy. He felt a flush of warmth in his heart and he knew Rene was happy for him. His Daddy had a date with the nice doctor.
"You're smiling. And shining. Kurt, you are radiant."
"It's Rene," he whispered. I can feel him and he is happy for me. With you. He approves, Dr. Anderson.
Blaine blinked back tears and reached to draw Kurt to him. Kurt flipped up the armrest between them and allowed himself to be drawn into Blaine's embrace. He molded his body to Blaine's and noted that they fit together perfectly. Hands were linked, completing the connection. They stayed like this for the duration of the flight. An occasional light squeeze just as reassurance. But they were quiet in their thoughts.
The flight went quickly and soon enough they were landing and deplaning. As they entered the public arrival area, Kurt heard his dad call his name. Kurt turned to Blaine, their hands still linked and nodded his head towards his dad.
"Do you need a ride? Looks like my dad is here," Kurt just grinned.
"I've got my car here at the airport. I would love to ride with you, but we have tomorrow, right?"
"Uh huh. I have a date with a certain smart and gorgeous doctor" Kurt heard a noticeable hiccup from Blaine. He looked at him and Blaine just smiled back. He must have imagined it. "I will see you tomorrow, right."
"I will pick you up at 10. Is that too early? I want to take you to brunch at this really cool place I know."
"10 is perfect."
"I'm looking forward to tomorrow, Kurt."
"Me, too, Blaine." He leaned in for a kiss and was disappointed when Blaine turned his head and Kurt's lips met his cheek. Burt interrupted the moment and again, Kurt was sure he was imagining Blaine's reaction.
"Hey, Burt. Look who I found on the plane! It's good to see you again, but I've got to get back to my patients. Kurt, I'll see you in the morning."
"Dad!" Kurt gasped as Burt bear-hugged him.
"Kurt! Well, I see you found your man," he chuckled. "Come on. You can tell me all about on the way home."
