November - Comeback
I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.
— Jonathan Safran Foer
For a long time, Kurt used to believe that he wasn't one of those people who wore their hearts on their sleeve. Later on, growing older, he realized that he was exactly like that. More often than not people were able to tell with just one look how he was feeling, be that sadness or anger.
Santana always knew when he wanted to be left alone and Brittany could always tell when he needed to eat pizza and watch a movie to keep his mind from wandering to his problems.
Coming to the realization that he wasn't as subtle as he liked to think, makes Kurt feel free to react to seeing Noah again with honesty.
It has been just a little over a month and they haven't even known each other for a year so missing each other shouldn't be this hard, except that it is. There are times when Kurt feels like Noah's life just kind of fell into steps with his own and once he was gone, it became hard to get at the end of the day without meeting Noah or without him coming over so they could hang out with Brittany, Santana and Charlie.
He didn't even care about Santana muttering "whipped" when he had left for the airport.
As soon as the arrival of the plane from LA is announced, Kurt starts to bounce on the heels of his expensive boots. He gets up on his tiptoes trying to spot Noah in the crowd. It feels like forever before he's finally able to see that familiar shaved head and he doesn't even care that once upon a time, he would have hated looking like one of those characters from romantic comedies or sad movies that as soon as they spot their lovers, drop everything and rash into their arms.
When Noah spots him, his lips curve into a grin and Kurt can see that he's quickening his pace trying to stop himself from actually running. And that's all it takes for Kurt to start walking just as fast towards his boyfriend because if Noah doesn't care about showing how much he has missed Kurt, Kurt is sure as hell not going to care either.
They're barely a foot away when Noah reaches out, grabbing Kurt's arms and pulling him up against him. Kurt's hands grip Noah's hips tightly, trying to pull him in closer even though there's not even an inch separating them.
Their lips move frantically against one another, and Kurt squeezes his eyes shut because he doesn't want to start crying, but his hands slid up Noah's back, tracing muscles that feel more defined than he remembers. He feels so happy in that moment that he doesn't care about where they're standing or that Noah's bag is lying forgotten somewhere on the floor and that could be stolen.
Noah's fingers are squeezing him arms so tightly that Kurt can feel it through the tick wool of his coat and somehow, it's still not enough.
That heart wrenching feeling of missing each other eases gradually as the kiss grows stronger, as the hold they have on each other grows tighter. When they finally manage pull away from each other, Kurt can see that Noah's eyes are as teary as his own and he starts laughing before pulling his boyfriend into a tight hug, his nose buried in the crook of Noah's shoulder, just taking him all in.
"Damn, I've missed you," Noah whispers in his hair. Kurt feels his hands trailing up and down his back, down his arms. "You're wearing a coat," Noah says and Kurt pulls away with a confused frown on his face.
"It's cold."
Noah laughs, shaking his head a little and letting his eyes raking over Kurt. "I know, but when I left, you were still wearing just a jacket."
And then Kurt gets it, his mind goes back to Noah's request of not changing too much while he was away, to how strange it felt to feel Noah's muscles bigger under his hands.
"I've missed you so much," he finds himself saying. "I tried not to be too obvious about it because Santana kept teasing me, but God I missed you so much." Kurt puts his hands around Noah's face, his eyes searching for anything that could be different, an irrational fear starting to spread inside him because this is not going to be the last time they're away from each other, not with their jobs.
And then Kurt realizes that he's okay with it. He can miss Noah and then be there when they can stop missing each other. He just wants to be there for it all like Noah is there for him. He closes the small distance between them and kisses Noah briefly, his eyes squeezed shut, his lips lingering.
Kurt feels Noah smiling against his lips, feels hands closing around his hips pulling him closer again. He pulls back smiling brightly, all sadness gone. "Let's go home."
Noah bends up to pick up his bag and then entwines his fingers with Kurt's and doesn't let go.
A/N: Well, there's only one last chapter left and then my summer project is over! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, I really love to hear what you guys think about my stories! I hope you guys liked this chapter.