Kurt struggled to get his breath back as he looked at his friend. "Elliot. What are you doing here?"
"Kurt, your boyfriend is in Blam! and you didn't tell me?" Elliot asked, getting excited.
"I didn't think it was all that important," said Kurt.
"Kurt! Blam is huge! Just look at this!" Kurt watched a stranger's phone filmed video of Sam and his boyfriend as they left the airport together, singing.
It had been so quiet that when Blaine's phone rang, it made him jump. Calming down within seconds, he looked at the screen, smiling at seeing who was calling before answering.
"Kurt, did you get home safe? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine Blaine," Kurt said. "All in one piece. Home safe and sound. Did you and Sam realise how big that band of yours was getting?"
"No. Huh? Wait, what?" Blaine asked.
"There's something you two should see. My friend pounced on me asking me why I didn't tell him about Blam. Plus, someone filmed you two."
"Filmed… us…" Blaine repeated slowly. "Wait, they did what?"
"They filmed you and Sam, going home from the airport," Kurt said. "It was really sweet."
"You saw us singing?" Blaine asked quietly.
"I did honey," Kurt said, "my friend insisted on it. But it was so sweet. You miss me that much already? It's only been a week."
Blaine nodded as a stray tear trickled down his cheek. "Kurt, the only time I don't miss you is when you're standing right next to me."
"I know," Kurt said, "I miss you too. But I really should get going, as much as I just want to talk to you all day. I've got a shift at the diner but you and Sam really should watch that video. I love you." Was the last thing Kurt said before hanging up.
"I love you too," Blaine said softly as he flipped his phone cover back over his phone.
Sam screamed as he woke up to the sound of a knock on his window. Shaking his head, he saw Blaine waving from outside.
"Blaine! What are you doing here? It's early on a Saturday!" He complained, opening the window and stepping back to allow Blaine to come inside.
"There's something you've got to see Sam," said Blaine, rushing over to Sam's computer as Sam trailed slowly, sleepily behind him.
Sam's jaw dropped as he watched the video of himself and Blaine at the airport. Someone had been watching them and had filmed them singing.
"I thought they only did that to celebrities," Sam breathed.
"Apparently, that's what we are now," said Blaine. "Kurt called. He said his friend was asking about us and that he showed him the video."
"Oh man!" Sam complained, shaking his head.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked.
"Mercedes," Sam managed to get out. "How am I supposed to tell her? I wanted to do it right. Like a gentleman. But how am I supposed to do that with crazy stalker fans?"
"Sam, calm down," said Blaine, resting firm hands on his friends shoulders and facing him to look into his eyes. "Maybe you still can, we'll figure it out, I promise."
"Hello?" Kurt said, answering his phone. But all he could hear on the other end was crying.