Kurt yawned and stretched, groaning at the tightness of his muscles. You never really know how much crap somebody has until you have to carry it down a flight of stairs and load it into a U-Haul. And even though he was beyond tired, and sore all over, he was smiling as he threw his covers off. He skipped down stairs, giving his dad a kiss on the check before taking the spatula from him, doing his best to save the once over easy eggs.
"Thanks bud, remind me again why I let you move to New York? And remind me again why I'm allowing you to move in with your boyfriend?" Kurt sighed as he flipped the eggs onto a plate, handing it to Burt.
"Because you love me and you want me to follow my dreams and become a famous fashion designer, oh and because I am now 19 and you have no legal control over me anymore." Burt laughed before lifting a fork full of eggs to his mouth. He swallowed slowly, suddenly getting serious.
"But really Kurt I just want you to be careful ok? And I don't mean that kind of careful… I just don't want to see you get hurt alright?"
"Dad," Kurt groaned as he slid into the chair next to his father. "Come on, you know Blaine. He would never hurt me." Burt nodded down at his eggs.
"Yeah, I guess your right, but I'll always worry about ya Kurt. You're my little boy, you always will be." Burt found a smile on his sons face as he fixed his gaze on him. "I feel like you've been here for ten minutes and now you're leaving me again." Kurt's smile faltered.
"I know, I'm gonna miss you too. I have missed you. When I first got to New York I was so excited, and then a couple days in and I was so homesick I started thinking of coming back but… New York is my dream. I'll never make it anywhere in this town and I wish I could stay here with you and have Friday night dinners every week and torture each other by making the other watch football or musicals. I wish I could stay here with you and Carole and be completely happy but I can't."
"I know, and that's what gets me through this. I honestly don't think I've ever seen you so happy Kurt." It was said with a sad laugh, like he was sorry that he couldn't have made Kurt happy enough to stay. Kurt wished then that he could, just because seeing his dad like this nearly had him in tears.
"You know you're never going to lose me right? I'm not going to get so wrapped up in New York that I forget about you, and Carole, and Finn. I'm never more than a car ride away… well it's a rather long car ride but still." Kurt's red cheeks and puffy eyes matched Burt's, this was worse than the first time he left. "I love you dad."
Burt nodded and let out a choked, "I love you too bud."
Driving. God driving was boring, especially when your only form of communication is taken away. They were four hours in and Kurt had already listened to the entirety of Wicked three times, along with some other CDs that he had brought along. It was nearing 3pm, and Kurt really needed some coffee. He drove for another 20 minutes, head bobbing subconsciously to the music and sharing loving glances with Blaine every couple of minutes, before he spotted the Starbucks. It was no Lima Bean but it would have to do.
He brought their coffees, and muffins that the cashier pointed him to after his stomach growled so loudly it was probably heard in China, to the table that Blaine had picked out, right by the window, which would have been nice if the view wasn't of a rest stop slash gas station.
"Can you take over after? I'm exhausted." Blaine nodded through a sip of his medium drip. The whole day had left him physically and mentally exhausted. The fight between his emotions was making his brain run at half speed. He was so bipolar today it wasn't even funny, he was either wicked happy or wicked sad. No in-between.
But now he was in god knows where, just 5 hours away from New York, his city, his home, and his life! And he was with Blaine!
"B can I ask you something?" Blaine smiled his goofy little smile that made Kurt fall in love all over again.
"Of course."
"Well I was really just wondering, have you talked to Cooper more about your present?"
"Yeah, he's gonna fly me back to Ohio at some point for a c.o.n.s.u.l.t.a.t.i.o.n…figured you wouldn't know that sign." Kurt smiled sheepishly.
"You figured right.
"Don't worry I only know it from the videos I've been watching about the procedure."
"Are you scared?" Blaine shook his head, his hands busy unwrapping his blueberry muffin.
"Well I'm not scared of the actual procedure, it's not too invasive." He popped a bit of muffin into his mouth before continuing. "What I am scared of if it's going to work or not. I've been talking to my doctor about these kind of procedures for years, he's never anybody with my kind of hearing damage benefit from these implants."
"Blaine," Kurt wanted to tell him not to worry but Blaine just continued.
"But, he's only had two patients with my kind of damage, and hundreds of other successes. All people who lost their hearing over time, or from a bad case of the chicken pox or something like that. So we'll see, maybe three is the lucky number."
"Three will be lucky number."
The clock read 9:07 when they pulled up in front of Kurt's (and now Blaine's!) apartment building. They had the U-Haul until tomorrow so they just grabbed a few totes of Blaine's clothes, and some toiletries, before locking it and going to the elevator hitting the button for the 4th floor. They shared excited looks as they climbed higher and higher, so close to home.
Kurt unlocked the door, holding it open for Blaine as he struggled with the two large totes he was carrying. He set them down in the small entryway. Kurt was pushed against their front door in a matter of seconds, Blaine kissing his face all over. It had been a long day of traveling, and they were both tired but none of that mattered because they were here, together, ready to start their lives. And none of the last year of separation and longing mattered anymore because they didn't have to be apart ever again.
Kurt tried to pull back but his lip was caught in-between Blaine's lip in a soft bite. "Come on," Kurt said after successfully got Blaine to cool down. "I want to get you settled in. why don't you go take a shower while I put your clothes away?"
Blaine faked a pout. "You telling me I smell Hummel?"
"I just want you to get comfortable, baby." Blaine caught Kurt's lips in another deep kiss, leaving Kurt just a little breathless, before he released him again.
"I'm here with you for good, how much more comfortable and content with life could I get?"
"I don't know, I think I have a few ideas…" Kurt said with a sly grin. Blaine laced their fingers together; he led Kurt through the hallway, abandoning his stuff by the door. In a few minutes they wouldn't need clothes anyway.
