I love you all. Responses to the last chapter were out of this world. (So far out, in fact, that they were probably reading them on Pigfarts.)

This comes from wynnie the pooh and similarly prompted by The Codebreaker: In an aeroplane

Oh. My. Gosh. YES! :D Some of my favourite Klaine scenes feature them in airplanes, either where one of them is scared and the other comforts them, or they're both adorable and comfortable together. Speaking of comfortable, I think it's time I start sending out some praise to other authors. I've been glued to a story called Comfortable by thestoryofanhour and it's just gorgeous. Completely Klaine, completely beautiful. Go read it! :)

After this one of course. You're here to read my story right now ;) it's established Klaine by the way.

By the way, from my previous chapter I had Call me Mad say she wanted to know what the dirt was that Kurt had on Wes and David. Well, I think that's an excellent idea and it's coming up in Chapter 43, which is the next chapter I'm up to writing. Yes, I know, I'm twenty chapters in advance of what I post. I don't even know how...

I've stopped my disclaimers. Do you think that matters? You guys all know by now that I don't own anything but my ideas...

Flight

"Warblers! Listen up!"

The tired group of boys milling in the airport lounge reluctantly stopped their chatter and turned to face an equally tired looking Wes and David. "We've had a wonderful three days performing here and a huge congratulations to everybody, we've done Dalton proud. The flight to Port Columbus is five hours long," Wes paused to let the collective groan be heard, looking as if he were tempted to join in himself, then continued. "I assume you've all got your tickets and passports, if you don't then you're staying here because I'm not bailing you out. Yes, Thad, we have yours. Don't worry." Wes gave a stern look to the sheepish Warbler with his hand half-raised.

Kurt sighed, gently shaking Blaine's shoulder, envying his boyfriend's ability to fall asleep anywhere. Blaine looked so cute, curled up on Kurt's shoulder but he needed to get him through Customs before they missed their plane. "Blaine," he whispered in his ear, smiling when Blaine blearily cracked open his eyes and squinted up at him.

"Are we home?"

Kurt chuckled, gently pushing Blaine off his shoulder. "No, we need to get through security. Then we can get on the plane and you can sleep again."

"Mm. Kay." Blaine yawned before standing up and grabbing his bag. The rest of the Warblers were already passing through the security gate with their carry-on bags as Blaine and Kurt headed over, Kurt holding Blaine's elbow so he didn't trip over his own feet.

Miraculously, the entire Warblers group made it through security without setting off any alarms or having anything confiscated. This was probably due to Wes telling them all he would happily kick anybody out of the Warblers who caused any delays - he wanted to get home as much as the rest of them. While their experience performing in Los Angeles had been amazing, everyone was dead on their feet and Dalton would expect them back in class on Monday - they'd been lucky enough to get the three days off school to perform. No other group in the school would ever have gotten this opportunity, but since David's uncle was an honored alumni and mega-rich, they conceded that having the Warblers play at his wedding would be an honor for their school and allowed the boys to go.

Kurt dragged Blaine over to their gate and sat him down. "I'm going to go get some food, what do you want?"

"Um.. whatever you get. Thanks, baby." Blaine's eyes were already sliding shut so he didn't catch the look on Kurt's face at his last word. Kurt spun and headed towards the food, trying to keep a silly grin off his face. This was the first time either of them had called the other by a term of endearment. Kurt had always thought those things were cliche and overly sentimental and a waste of time and ... oh hell, he loved it. Of course he did.

Stopping in at Subway, Kurt ordered his and Blaine's usual orders, smiling at the fact that he knew exactly what Blaine ordered, and headed back over to the gate, surprised to find his boyfriend awake and flipping through a magazine. Blaine still looked like death warmed up and Kurt knew he wasn't a lot better, but he couldn't help but smile at his boyfriend who was gorgeous no matter what. Sitting down next to him, he handed the sub to Blaine and dug into his own. They ate in relative silence, trying to ignore the rest of the Warblers causing tired chaos.

"...The passengers traveling on this flight in business class, please make your way to the boarding gate now."

Kurt and Blaine grabbed their bags and stood to the mutters and glares of the rest of the Warblers. The trip had been planned back in September and all the current Warblers tickets had been paid for courtesy of David's uncle. But, as happens with a show choir, two new members had joined by the time the trip came around and while they didn't want to leave anybody behind, David didn't feel right about asking his uncle to pay for another two tickets, even though it was pocket change to him. So Blaine had jumped on the phone to his parents who had arranged to buy him and Kurt tickets so the other Warblers could still go on the flight. What Blaine had forgotten was when his parents travelled, they travelled in style. When the first-class tickets had arrived in the mail, Kurt had been ecstatic - "Leg room, proper service, a row to ourselves and no Wes and David!"

Even in their exhausted state, Kurt and Blaine still managed to wear satisfied smirks as they waved to the rest of the Warblers and handed their boarding passes to the attendant. Walking down to the plane, Blaine's hand automatically found Kurt's and he smiled, squeezing it gently. Ever since Blaine had finally gotten his act together and asked Kurt out, the two had been slowly exploring their relationship. Kurt had found that hand-holding was one of his favourite things and Blaine was more than happy to oblige. He was also fine with the fact that Kurt wasn't quite ready to take things past a kiss on the cheek yet and Kurt loved him for it.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, Kurt thought to himself for the millionth time as he made his way down the row towards the seats, he just wanted to make it special. Neither one of them had experienced a proper first kiss yet and Kurt really wanted it to be a moment they wouldn't forget. He sat down in the window seat, stowing his bag under the chair in front. Blaine did the same next to him before promptly leaning against Kurt's shoulder, looking up at him tiredly.

"You're so cute when you're tired." Kurt twirled his fingers through Blaine's curly hair - the older boy had been so out of it that he'd forgotten gel and Kurt sure wasn't going to tell him - and smiled.

Blaine yawned. "No, you're the cute one. You're the kind of tired like 'oh, you know, I could take a nap now but I'll be okay without one.' I'm the kind of tired like 'look at me, I can't sit down for five minutes without falling asleep on the person next to me.'" Kurt chuckled at his boyfriend's exhausted whining. "And I've never felt so sorry for Nick for having to room with Thad. I thought he was making it up all these years, but that snoring is horrendous."

"Well, you did have other options. The fact that you chose to switch out on your first roommate is your own problem."

"Kurt, you know why -"

"Blaine, it's okay, I'm joking." Kurt ran his hand down Blaine's cheek gently, tracing the curve of his jawline and committing it to memory. "I appreciate what you did, really."

Kurt and Blaine had started dating two weeks prior to the trip, a couple of days before the roommate list was created. Because of this, David had thought it would be a good idea to let them room together so they could have 'flirty happy sexy moments in peace and not disturb the rest of us.' As soon as Blaine had found out about the pairing, he had told David to change the list.

Kurt thought back to when he had heard that Blaine had changed rooms. At first he had felt crushed. Blaine doesn't want to spend time with me? Then David had tracked him down and told him Blaine's reasoning - "Kurt, he said he didn't want there to be any pressure on you, or either of you, for things to go further than you were ready for. It's one of those sickeningly noble things that you have to expect from Blaine." Kurt smiled before tuning back in to the present.

"Well I knew the first question from your dad would be about who you roomed with, and I'd like to stay your boyfriend for a little longer before being chased off with a shotgun." Blaine pouted a little and Kurt nearly melted at the cute factor.

"No, the first thing my dad will ask is if we had a good time. The first thing Finn will ask is who I roomed with. I swear he's a closet gay sometimes, the amount of questions he asks." Kurt smirked, then leant in and kissed his boyfriend on the forehead. "But I appreciate you putting so much effort into taking things slow. I really do."

Blaine smiled back and the two chatted until everybody else had boarded - David shooting the two of them an evil look as he headed into economy - and the plane began to taxi. Blaine's head came up from Kurt's shoulder and they both turned to look out the window at the rising sun as they roared along the runway. Their hands were entwined loosely as the plane rose up off the ground, gaining height steadily. Once all the buildings had disappeared from view, Kurt shifted his attention to the TV in the back of the seat while Blaine pulled out his headphone splitter. They had discovered on the first flight that while they could easily watch the same movie at the same time, it was more fun to watch it together - mainly because it involved curling up together to see the screen. Kurt chose Burlesque and Blaine plugged in the headphones, giving a pair to Kurt and resuming his place on Kurt's shoulder as the movie started to play.

Burlesque had finished and Blaine was sound asleep on Kurt's shoulder. He took a moment to stare at his wonderfully perfect boyfriend before gently grabbing his bag and pulling out his iPod. He flipped through his playlists, working out what to listen to before the attendant got his attention to see what meal they would like. He grabbed the chicken salad for both of them, then gently shook Blaine awake.

"Blaine, sweetie, time to wake up." As soon as the word was out of his mouth, Kurt froze. Sweetie? But somehow, it felt right and at least Blaine hadn't comprehended it.

Blaine shifted, nuzzling into Kurt's neck and mumbling incoherently. Kurt decided it was possibly the most adorable thing he'd ever seen, but reluctantly moved away so Blaine had no choice but to sit up.

"Okay, I'm up. Hey, food!"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yes, Blaine, food. Airplane food. Which means no nutritional value or flavour. So cardboard. Enjoy your cardboard."

Blaine burst into laughter. "You're so adorably sarcastic," he said when he got his breath back. Kurt raised an eyebrow but a smile was playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Face it, I'm a snarky bitch and you're stuck with me."

"Gladly." Kurt felt his face heating up at Blaine's statement and quickly busied himself with attempting to eat the food in front of him. He heard Blaine chuckle then start eating his own.

Five minutes later, Kurt had given up and pushed his plate away, and was now staring at his boyfriend in horror. "How can you EAT that?"

"It's good!" Blaine raised his hands in defense, holding an empty knife and fork. "Can I have yours if you're not eating it?"

Shuddering, Kurt pushed his plate over to an eager Blaine who quickly dug in. Now that the tiredness was wearing off, Blaine was getting back to his old self, one component of that being the fact that he ate anything. Including cardboard-flavoured airplane food apparently.

At least he was cute.

"Thad, we're not swapping seats. Go away and tell the rest of the Warblers who haven't already been up here, if there are any left, that we're perfectly comfortable up here and you guys can stay cramped back there."

Thad sulked and moped away as Blaine painstakingly drew an X on the piece of paper. Kurt looked at it for a second, then drew an O. Blaine groaned. "Seriously, I don't know how you trap me every time but it's not fair."

Kurt just smirked. "I'm awesome, babe." The next second he clapped a hand to his mouth looking horrified. "Oh crap, you weren't meant to hear that. I mean -"

"Kurt, it's okay." Blaine reached over and gently tugged Kurt's hand down, trying to hide a smile. "I think we're okay to call each other whatever we like. It shows you care about me and I - well, I like it."

Kurt's hesitant smile immediately evaporated as Blaine added, "Isn't that right, sweetie?"

"Damn, I thought you didn't hear that."

Blaine chuckled, still holding Kurt's hand. Kurt traced a few patterns on it idly and looked up to ask Blaine a question but the words died in his throat.

Because Blaine was staring at him as if he was the sun. The look in his eyes was smoldering and Kurt shivered as he stared back into them.

"Hi," Blaine whispered.

"Hi yourself," Kurt whispered back, feeling his heart rate skyrocket. He took in a shaky breath, his eyes dropping to Blaine's lips which looked so inviting..

Kurt swallowed, unconsciously licking his lips. Blaine growled low in his throat and Kurt felt every resolve shatter as he leaned in and pressed his lips hungrily against Blaine's.

And that was when he realized that romance wasn't something he was meant to look for. The perfect moment was made when the two people made it themselves. Neither of them had thought that it would be when they were 40,000 feet in the sky, sitting on an airplane. In fact, if someone had asked Kurt earlier whether he wanted his first kiss to be on an airplane, he would've turned his nose up at them. But now he realized that it didn't matter. It wasn't Paris, it wasn't a candlelit dinner, it wasn't even Breadstix. But it was Kurt and Blaine and it was perfect.

"We are beginning our descent into Port Columbus. Please ensure your seat back is upright, your tray table stowed away and your seatbelt fastened ready for landing."

Kurt laughed as Blaine mouthed along to the safety briefing.(1) "You've been on too many fights," he said, playing with a strand of Blaine's hair as the older boy leaned against him. This had become their go-to position over the last few weeks and more so in the past five hours. As long as Kurt didn't tease Blaine about the height difference, they were both happy there.

"Mm. Your hair is so soft," Blaine murmured, also playing with Kurt's hair at the nape of his neck.

"We're so cute, aren't we?" Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's jaw.

"Yup. So much so that the rest of business class thinks we're crazy. But they secretly envy us."

"Absolutely." The plane began to descend and Kurt sighed as Blaine reluctantly sat up for the landing, removing his hands from his hair. "I can't believe we have to go back to school now."

"I know, I think we deserve a vacation. We had to put up with them," Blaine jerked a thumb back towards economy, "all weekend. So let's just stay on this plane until it takes us somewhere exotic, okay?"

Kurt smiled. "Sure thing. You know, I kinda love planes now. Especially business class."

"Agreed. But only with you, baby."

(1) This is me. I've been on wayyy too many flights. I have the safety briefings memorized. (and by many, I mean into the hundreds now)

I did my research for this one! Apparently the closest airport to Westerville is Port Columbus, and a flight from Port Columbus to Los Angeles would take somewhere from 4.5hrs to 5, depending on air conditions. I've never done the flight myself so I can't trust the accuracy, but either way I don't think it matters too much. A five hour flight works just fine for me and my story :)

I heart tired Blaine.

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