A/N: Thank you once again to my amazing Beta JayHawkWrites. Thank you for the likes, follows, and Kudos I have gotten on this story, and also to everyone reading it. Thank you for taking the time with my story.
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Chapter 8 Another Goodbye
Before shutting the door of the motel room for the last time, Blaine looked around to make sure he wasn't leaving anything behind like he always did before leaving a room. Blaine didn't necessarily have to do this, though. He knew that Joey from his road crew would be in later to bring down his suitcase and take it to the airport with the rest of the crew's luggage. Joey was really good about double-checking the rooms, making sure nothing was left behind. Still, his mom had always taught Blaine to always take a minute and double-check on his own. With a soft sigh, Blaine shut the door and then reached for Kurt's hand, intertwining their fingers as they started walking down the hall. Blaine knew he was going to miss that room, not so much the room itself, but what had happened in it. He had been able to reconnect with Kurt in a way he had almost given up hope of ever being able to do again.
At the elevator, Blaine pushed the button to go down and then leaned over to place a soft kiss on Kurt's lips. He wasn't ready to let him go, wasn't ready to say goodbye. He had just gotten Kurt back. How was he ever supposed to say goodbye to him? "I love you," Blaine whispered, wrapping his arms around Kurt, wanting to hold him for a few more minutes.
"I love you, too," Kurt whispered back, reaching up his hand to wipe a tear off of his cheek before wrapping his arms around Blaine. Kurt had missed this so much, had missed Blaine.
When the elevator arrived, they pulled apart and Blaine reached down to hold Kurt's hand again as they walked into the elevator and pushed the lobby button. "Are you ready?" Blaine asked as the elevator stopped and the doors slowly opened. Kurt looked at Blaine and nodded his head, even though he knew he would never be ready for this again. He knew he would never again be ready for the separation or the saying goodbye. They had done enough of that in the time they had known each other.
"Mr. Anderson, we hoped you enjoyed your stay with us, and we look forward to your next visit," Henre' the hotel manager said, walking up to Blaine as they stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby.
"Thank you so much for making our stay comfortable. If our tour ever brings us back to Paris, we will be sure to book our accommodations here," Blaine said, shaking hands with the gentleman.
"We would be honored to have you, sir," Henre' said with a smile and a small bow. Blaine's crew had been one of the best-behaved bands they had ever had. Henre' had been here when the rock group Aftershock had stayed for two days, and when they had left, it was discovered that their rooms had been torn apart. Blaine's group had all been well mannered and quiet with no disturbances at all.
Blaine thanked the gentleman one more time before sliding his dark sunglasses back on his face and heading for the revolving door. He had already spotted the paparazzi waiting outside. Blaine plastered his stage smile on his face and waved, the whole time holding on to Kurt's hand, guiding him towards the waiting limousine. Blaine stood back, waiting for Kurt to get into the car, before following him in and sitting down.
"So, Kurt, I have to say I'm surprised to see you here," Tina said with hatred in her voice.
"I know, it's been a while. How are you doing, Tina?" Kurt asked. He had known he would have to face her eventually but had hoped it wouldn't be tonight. Tina and Kurt used to be friends when they were at McKinley together. They had been one of the five original members of the New Directions. He had known that lines had been drawn between their friends when he broke up with Blaine. Most of their friends had sided with Blaine, even though they had known Kurt longer. He couldn't really say he blamed them. If Blaine had just been his friend, and someone had treated him that way, Kurt would have hated them. Sam and Tina, of course, had sided with Blaine, and thus had been witness to the destruction Kurt had caused.
Kurt regrets everything he did during that time. The thing he regrets the most, though, was that he hadn't taken the time to pick up the phone and check on his 'friend' after the school shooting. Burt had told Kurt that he had seen Blaine and that he had made it out ok, but Kurt hadn't stopped to think of the emotional toll that the shooting must have had on Blaine. Kurt can still remember the voicemail Blaine had left for him after probably the sixth time trying to reach out to him and never getting through. Blaine had said goodbye for the last time. "I honestly thought you would have cared enough to at least call to check on the person you once said was your 'best friend.' Don't worry, you will never hear from me again after this," and Kurt hadn't.
"Oh, I'm doing just fucking fantastic Kurt. It's been so much fun over the last five years helping my best friend pick up the pieces of his broken heart after his asshole of a boyfriend dumped him," Tina said sneering at Kurt, hate flashing in her eyes.
"Tina, please," Blaine said, looking at her.
"Tina, please what, Blaine? Tina, please stand back and watch him fuck you over again? Tina, please be there when he does it again?" Tina says, looking at Blaine, and then back at Kurt.
"I'm never going to hurt him again, Tina. I am never going to say goodbye to him again," Kurt said looking at her, squeezing Blaine's hand.
Tina laughed, "How many times have we heard that before, Kurt, huh?" Tina asked, no longer laughing and looking Kurt straight in his eyes.
"I know, Tina. I know I have a lot to make up for, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make up for every pain, every hurt I have ever caused him. I know it doesn't help, but I have been hurt as well," Kurt said, still looking at her.
"You're right, Kurt, that doesn't mean a damn thing to me," she said before shutting her mouth and looking out the limousine window. She didn't say another word until they got to the concert hall.
When the limousine pulled up outside of the venue, the driver walked around and opened the door. Tina stepped out of the car first holding a clipboard and took off. Blaine stepped out next and looked around to make sure it was clear for Kurt to get out, then stepped back to help him out of the car.
"I'm sorry about that," Blaine whispers, placing a kiss on Kurt's cheek.
"No, I get it. I deserve everything she just said, and I meant what I said, too. I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you. I don't know how, but I will," Kurt said looking at Blaine with determination in his eye.
"Kurt…" Blaine started, but Kurt shook his head.
"No, Blaine…" Kurt said only to be interrupted, this time by Tina.
"Kurt, if you think you could move now, we have a lot we need to do to get ready for tonight's show," Tina said as she walked back to them. "Blaine, just let me know who you want me to bring backstage for you after tonight's show," she said with a smirk, shooting one more look at Kurt before turning around and walking away.
"What did she mean by 'just let me know who you want me to bring backstage for you?'" Kurt asked, looking at Blaine. He was almost sure he knew the answer to that question but just hoped Blaine would deny it.
"Kurt, I'm going to explain this to you and it's something I need you to understand, even if you might not like it. Actually, I know you won't like it. I have been so lost for the last five years. Tina would schedule a meet and greet for me after every show. I would meet fans and sign autographs. I was in Nevada one night, and I looked out in the audience, and I saw this guy named Alex. I was in a vulnerable state that night. It was the second anniversary of you breaking up with me. I looked out and saw him. I guess it hit me that you and I were never going to get back together. You were never going to want me back again. To be honest, Kurt, I just got tired of being alone. I decided that night to have Tina ask him backstage for me. That was the first time I had done that. I took him out for dinner the next night and when I took him home, I kissed him goodnight. Kurt, it felt so wrong kissing him. Like I said last night, even though we were broken up, you were still the only person I was ever supposed to kiss." He knew this was going to be hard for Kurt to hear, but he didn't want there to be any secrets between them.
"I didn't do it again for six months, but then I thought I might be ready to try again. I would look into the audience, find someone that interested me and ask Tina to bring him backstage for me. Every man I ever had her bring back to me was the complete opposite of you. They always had dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin. I knew that if I was with someone who looked too much like you, I would never be able to go through with it. I needed that much of a difference just to make it through. I know how bad that must sound to you, but that is what I had to do just to survive," Blaine said, reaching down to grab both of Kurt's hands and then raising them to his lips to place a kiss on the knuckles of each.
"Did you sleep with all of them?" Kurt quietly asked, dying just a little inside and praying that Blaine was going to say no. He was silently hoping that he hadn't been sleeping around with dozens of men. That thought alone hurt Kurt more than he would ever be able to say, even though he had no right to judge. He had given up that right five years ago.
"No, Kurt. Sweetheart, no. You're the last man I made love to, remember last night I told you that that is why Bradon broke up with me. We broke up because I could never have sex with him." Blaine said, looking at Kurt, trying to get him to understand. Blaine was upset with Tina for making that comment, and he understood that she was just trying to protect him, but…
"What about Matt?" Kurt asked.
"Kurt, it was the same thing with Matt in a way. I was never able to give myself entirely to him, either. I'm not saying that I have lived like a monk. I have done other things, just not that. Matt and I had been pulling apart for months. We weren't getting along, but to be honest, it was easier having him there. Dealing with his shit was easier than being alone. I hated being on the road alone; that is why Matt always came with me. Yes, Tina and Sam have been there, but it wasn't the same as having someone with me, Kurt," Blaine said, hoping he was explaining himself well enough so Kurt wouldn't leave him again. He needed to have a few words with Tina. That whole incident had been uncalled for. Blaine didn't want to talk with her in front of Kurt though, they would discuss it tonight on the plane to Geneva.
Blaine looked at Kurt, willing him to understand. He placed his finger under Kurt's chin, gently pushing up so Kurt would have to look at him. "Kurt, I have missed you every day since the day you told me goodbye. You have always been in my thoughts. Every time I went somewhere or saw something we talked about doing, I thought of you."
"After everything I have done to you... after everything I have put you through, how can you still want me back?" Kurt asked. So many times he had dreamed about this day. Blaine would say he wanted him back, and here he was; and Kurt was so afraid to believe.
"Kurt, I have been in love with you since I was sixteen years old. You have always been the most important person in my life. I found out the hard way that I could technically live without you, but I don't ever want to have to again. I need you in my life, Kurt. If I have to settle for just being your friend, so be it. Do I want more from you? Yes. Will I always want more from you? Hell yes. But Kurt, if friendship is all you are able to offer me, then I will gladly take that as long as I have the right again to pick up the phone and talk to you the way we used to. I know there are a lot of things that have gone wrong between us, but I think we are worth fighting for. You are worth fighting for," Blaine said, kissing Kurt again.
Kurt pulled away and looked at Blaine, "You're worth it too, Blaine. And you're right, we are worth it. I would be happy just to be friends again, but I want more, too."
"Blaine, it's time for your warm-up," Sam said, walking up to them. Sam hadn't been as verbal in his distrust of Kurt, but Kurt could tell by looking at him that he didn't like Kurt being around Blaine. Kurt knew that Sam and Tina both just wanted to protect Blaine, and Kurt was glad that he had someone with him that cared about him.
"On my way, Sam," Blaine said, placing another kiss on Kurt's lips before reaching down, grabbing Kurt's hand and walking with him into the auditorium.
"Wow, I can't believe how big this place is," Kurt said. He had seen the show last night, and could tell that the place was packed, but he couldn't really understand just how big the auditorium was. The place looked massive when it was empty. Last night had been a sold-out show. Kurt had barely gotten his ticket. If it hadn't been for a connection with one of the designers Kurt worked with, he wouldn't have. He had also been lucky that his seat had been close enough to the front that Blaine had seen him.
Kurt wonders what would have happened if Blaine hadn't seen him and Kurt had gotten up the nerve to try and see Blaine instead. Would one of the security team have just let him pass? Blaine had said that he was 'on the list' at all his concerts. Does he say that at every concert, or did he just say it because he had seen Kurt?
Blaine walked out on stage and did the first mic check of the night. He always loved this part, being on stage, he always felt at home there. There had been a time in Blaine's life when he hadn't felt like he belonged anywhere. Dalton and Kurt had changed that, and in the process changed him. Blaine had found himself. Kurt had always pushed him to do better, even if he didn't realize it. He had always made Blaine feel like he could do anything.
"Testing one, two, testing," Blaine said, holding the mic looking up into the balcony where one of his road crew was making sure the speakers were hooked up correctly. They did this first thing every night, even if they had performed in the same location the night before. They had made the mistake of not doing it once. It had been the first year Blaine had been on tour, he was in the middle of his set, when all sound stopped. From that time on, they always took the extra time to check everything. None of them ever wanted something like that to happen again.
John gave Blaine a thumbs up, letting him know that everything was sounding the way it should. Blaine started running through the songs he would be performing tonight, watching as John went through the lighting check next. Making sure they had the spotlight positioned in the correct place, so Blaine would know where his mark was, not that he generally stayed there. Blaine would sometimes be too full of energy to stay still, very reminiscent of a Dalton Blaine. He always wanted to make sure he gave the people in his audience what they had paid for.
Blaine was sitting on a stool in the middle of the stage playing his guitar, lost in his own world, singing when a thought hit him. "Hey Sam, I want to add 'For You' to the list tonight," Blaine said, turning on his stool, looking back at Sam.
"Are you sure Blaine? You never want to sing that song," Sam said, looking at Blaine with a shocked look on his face.
"Yeah, I'm positive. What do you think about putting it in between 'Now or Never' and 'Say Goodbye'?" Blaine asked, figuring 'For You' would fit perfectly between them.
"Let's run through it a few times. We don't play it that often," Sam said with a small smile. 'For You' had been one of Blaine's breakout songs, one of the ones that had put him on the map. Blaine didn't play it very often because of what it was about. He always said it brought back too many memories.
The last time he had played that song, they had been on the bus between venues when Blaine had decided to have a drunken bender. He had asked Sam to call Kurt for him because he couldn't figure out how his phone worked. Sam had told Blaine that he didn't have Kurt's number. Blaine had looked at Sam with the saddest puppy dog eyes he had ever seen and said: "Ohs yesh. Ishright. Doeshn't have it cause he doeshn't lovesh me yanymore, doesh he?" Blaine had said, slurring his words. He didn't really allow himself to get drunk often, not since he had gotten drunk in high school and kissed Rachel. That particular night had been rough on Blaine, and he just needed to forget for a while. He needed to be able to let go and for a few hours forget.
They played through the set three times before they had it sounding the way Blaine wanted it to. Occasionally he would look out into the auditorium just to make sure Kurt was still there. When he sang 'For You' the last time during rehearsal, he sang it directly to Kurt. That song had been written for him so long ago. It was only right to play it again with Kurt sitting in the audience.
"Hey, Blaine? Are you ready for the meet and greet? I have the group ready when you are," Tina said, walking out on the stage, ever-present clipboard held in her hands. She might not like Kurt being here, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from doing her job. She had been working as Blaine's assistant since his very first concert, and she wasn't going to stop doing her best now.
"Yeah. Do you want to bring them out here so they can have their pictures taken on stage, or do you think it would be better backstage?" Blane asked as he stopped playing and turned on his stool to face her.
"If you want, I can bring them out here," Tina said, starting to turn around.
"Hey, Tina. Thank you for everything you do for me, by the way. I know I don't say it enough, but thank you," Blaine said and stood up to hug her. Yes, they still had to talk tonight, but he was glad that Tina was in his life.
"Ahh, Blainey Days," Tina said with a soft smile before turning around and walking back off the stage to get the group of people that Blaine would be meeting.
Kurt sat back in the seat he had been given for the night and watched the group that Tina brought out. One of the men caught his attention right away. He was really good looking, and couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of Blaine. Kurt swears he can see him running his eyes up and down Blaine's body, checking out every inch of him he could. It takes everything Kurt has to stay in his seat and not jump up and yell, "Keep your eyes off of my man."
That's when it hits Kurt that Blaine isn't his man. They had done a lot of talking, had said they wanted to be in each other's lives, and had told each other they wanted everything again, but the question of being boyfriends again hadn't come up. Kurt wonders if they will just fall into it like they did when they first started dating. Neither one of them had asked the other to be their boyfriend, they just were. Should Kurt assume the same thing now? Before Blaine gets on his plane tonight, Kurt had a question he needed to ask him. With that, Kurt sat back and watched as 'cute guy' got a little too close to Kurt's guy. The smile on his face somehow reminded Kurt of Sebastian, and he wanted to stand up and rip that smile off of 'cute guys' face.
Kurt watched as 'cute guy' leaned in and said something in Blaine's ear. Blaine smiled and then pointed to where Kurt was sitting in the auditorium. Blaine smiled even bigger. Kurt doesn't know what Blaine had just said to him, but the guy didn't even wait for the rest of the group to leave. He turned almost like he was looking at Kurt, and then turned the rest of the way around and walked off the stage. Blaine spent a few more minutes with the group and then Tina ushered them off stage.
Blaine walked to the edge of the stage and then jumped down. He walked over to Kurt with a smile still on his face. "Hey, beautiful. Do you want to come with me for a few minutes?" Blaine asked, holding his hand out for him, just like he did all those years ago without any hesitation. Kurt reached his hand up and felt warmth spread over him as Blaine grasped it, helping Kurt to stand. Blaine placed a kiss on Kurt's cheek and then guided him to the backstage area and through the maze of hallways to the room Kurt had been led to the night before. Blaine reached out and opened the door, and then stood back and waited for Kurt to walk in, before following him and shutting the door.
Blaine walked over to Kurt and wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. He would never get tired of having Kurt back in his arms. Blaine leaned down and placed a soft, sweet kiss on Kurt's lips. He wanted to do so much more, and had wanted to since last night when he had finally had Kurt back in his bed, but Blaine settled for a kiss. He was happy to have Kurt back in his arms, back in his life. Just like their first time, Blaine knew when he finally made love with Kurt again, it would be special. No matter how much he wanted to, it wouldn't be with Kurt pushed up against a door in a dusty dressing room. It would be somewhere where Blaine could take his time and show Kurt just how much he loved him, how special he was, and how much Blaine had missed him. Every inch of Blaine screamed to be as close to Kurt as he could get, but he refused to rush this. They weren't technically official yet, well, except in Blaine's heart, that is.
"So, what did you think?" Blaine asked, walking over to the dressing table that had been supplied for him. He sat down and started re-applying his eyeliner which was the only stage makeup he ever wore. Blaine pointed to another chair for Kurt to sit down.
"You were fantastic, Blaine. You owned that stage. It was almost like you were born just for that. You have always been amazing, but now you're just…" Kurt stopped, not knowing how to explain what he wanted to say.
Blaine looked at him and smiled. "Thank you," Blaine said looking at Kurt through the mirror. Those words from Kurt meant more to him than any sold-out concert he had ever had or every record he had ever sold. Kurt's was the one opinion Blaine had always valued above everyone else's. His opinion had always meant the most.
"Can I ask you something?" Kurt asked while looking at Blaine in the mirror
"Kurt, you can always ask me anything," Blaine answered him, turning around so that he could face Kurt again.
"What did that guy on stage say to you?" Kurt asked.
"What guy?" Blaine asked, not knowing which guy Kurt was talking about, there had been five men in the group for the meet and greet.
"The one that got really close to you before he left the stage," Kurt said, hating that he was so jealous.
"Oh, him. He was just asking if I would be interested in getting together with him later. He tried to slip me his number. I told him that I had a boyfriend, but thanks for asking," Blaine answered, looking at Kurt like it was no big deal that he had just said he had a boyfriend.
"You have a boyfriend?" Kurt asked softly, not looking at Blaine. He was doing everything he could not to break down crying.
"Of course I do silly, he is in this room with me," Blaine said with a smile on his face. "Who else would I be talking about?" Blaine asked, really confused now. Had he misjudged Kurt and the conversations they had had?
"I'm your boyfriend?" Kurt asked, his eyes getting big and a grin spreading across his face.
Blaine just laughed before standing up and walking over to Kurt. He knelt in front of Kurt, reached his hands up so that he could frame Kurt's face. "I guess I kind of forgot to ask you a very important question, didn't I?" Blaine said with a laugh, leaning in to place a quick kiss on Kurt's lips. "I guess we aren't those teenagers anymore who just 'knew' what we were. This needs to be official so you will never have another doubt. Kurt Hummel, will you do me the honor of becoming my boyfriend again?"
"YES…" Kurt said, laughing, throwing himself into Blaine's arms. "One hundred percent yes." Kurt leaned in and kissed Blaine. It had been a long time since Kurt felt this free. He was back in Blaine's arms, back in his life where he had always been meant to be, and they were official once more.
A knock on the door interrupted them. "Mr. Anderson, you have fifteen minutes," one of the runners said before shutting the door back.
"I have a question for you now, sweetheart. Can I have my boyfriend's number again, please?" Blaine said with a smile on his face, feeling happier than he had in a long time.
"Only if I can have my boyfriends as well," Kurt said laughing and then handed his phone to Blaine like he had the very first time they ever exchanged phone numbers. He watched as Blaine entered his number into Kurt's phone before passing it back to him. Kurt texted a message to Blaine so that he would have Kurt's number.
Blaine took one look at his phone, before looking up at Kurt, "I love you, too, sweetheart. More than you will ever know."
Blaine stood up and then reached out his hand to help Kurt stand. "You ready for this?" Blaine asked as they walked toward the door. Kurt could only smile as he remembered the last time Blaine had asked him that same question. Kurt nodded his head as he followed Blaine out the door, knowing in his heart that he would follow Blaine anywhere.
Blaine guided Kurt to one of the stage runners and asked her to take Kurt to his seat. Blaine quickly kissed Kurt one more time before turning around and heading in the other direction towards the stage door. Blaine could hear the final chords of his opening acts last song, and with a smile on his face, he walked towards the stage. He waited for a few minutes for his band to get where they needed to before plastering a smile on his face and walking towards the mic. "Let the show begin," Blaine thought.
"Heelllooo, Paris," Blaine said as his band started playing the first few chords of the song he would be starting with tonight. "Thank you to everyone that came out to see us tonight. I hope you enjoy the show."
Blaine sang and jumped and performed with more energy that night than he ever had. He was happy, truly happy for the first time in a very long time, and he knew a certain person out in the audience was the reason for that. Blaine did his whole set and then pulled a barstool to the center of the stage. "I have a new song I want to perform for you tonight. I started writing this song just this morning, actually. For the first time in a very long time, I got my inspiration back. I sat down at first just to kill some time when a song started running through my head, and it had to be written down. I have never performed this song before, and even my band hasn't heard it yet, sorry guys," Blaine said, turning around looking at them apologetically. He saw the look on Sam's face, almost like 'what the hell?' "I hope you enjoy it," Blaine said as he pulled his guitar into place and started playing what he, for now, was calling 'Kurt's Song.'
"You came into my life again, just when I needed you the most…"
Blaine finished singing his newest song, and could only smile when every person in the room started clapping and screaming. At that moment, Blaine knew he had his next hit, but the only opinion he really needed was standing front row, center, with the biggest smile Blaine had ever seen spread across his face. Hearing his Kurt scream with joy made Blaine's heart swell. God, how he loved that man.
"Thank you, again, for coming out to see us tonight. We hope you have enjoyed yourselves and that you will join us again the next time we come back," Blaine said through the mic, having to speak loudly over all the cheers he heard around him. This had always made Blaine feel good, hearing people screaming for him, loving his music, somehow making all the travel worth it. Blaine didn't know if his tours would ever lead him back to Paris, but he was happy with the time he had been here.
As Blaine was standing on stage, he saw the same runner that had taken Kurt to his seat, walk up to him, and guide him to the backstage area as Blaine had asked her to. With a smile on his face and one last wave goodbye, Blaine walked off the stage feeling so much happiness and joy he thought he might burst from it. Just when he thought his night couldn't get any better, he saw Kurt running towards him, and throwing himself into Blaine's waiting arms, hugging him tightly.
"Blaine, you were wonderful tonight. And that last song you sang was just…" Kurt once again was at a loss for words. He had heard Blaine sing his songs before, had even been present and watched as Blaine would write his thoughts down on paper in the spiral-bound notebook he was never too far away from. Still, that song was the best thing Kurt had ever heard. It touched him in a way no other song ever had, or he knew ever would.
"Thank you. I wrote it for you," Blaine said, leaning in to kiss him. He was just about to tell Kurt that every song he had ever written, every song he had ever performed had been about him, both the happy and the sad ones. He didn't get to, though, because he heard screaming again, and not the happy kind of screaming he had heard in the auditorium tonight.
"Blaine, what the fuck was that? What the hell did you think you were doing?" Tina said, walking over to Blaine looking furious.
"I was performing 'MY SONGS to MY AUDIENCE'… what the hell are you screaming at me for?" Blaine asked her just as loud, quickly getting pissed off. He hadn't been yelled at like that since he was a teenager, and the last time had been from his dad. He refused to stand back and be screamed at by Tina. Yes, she was his friend, but she also worked for him.
"Damn it, Blaine. You know the label is going to have a field day with this. You know you are never supposed to sing a song that hasn't gone through them first. I hope you are pleased with yourself, Kurt, because you might have just ended Blaine's career," Tina said, looking at Kurt and let the hatred she had felt for Kurt for years out. She had loved Blaine since their senior year of high school and had hoped he would finally come to her after the breakup. Yes, she knew he was gay, but she had always felt like, if given a chance, she could make him fall in love with her. But no, he had gone crawling back to Kurt, someone who wasn't even worthy of breathing Blaine's air.
"You need to back the fuck up, Tina, and remember who works for whom here. If you don't like how I do my shows, then you can leave now and catch the next flight home. I don't need someone so incredibly negative around me. Kurt didn't know anything about it. He didn't even know I wrote it, or that I planned on performing it tonight, so you owe him one hell of an apology," Blaine said madder than he had ever been in his life. Who the hell did she think she was?
"Hey, everyone needs to calm down back here," Sam said, walking over to them, looking at Tina like she had just lost her mind.
"Sam, you know the label is going to hand him his ass for that, right?" Tina said to Sam as she tried to cool off. She knew she had gone too far this time. She and Blaine had had their disagreements before, but she had never yelled at him, and he was right. Yes, they had been friends since junior year of high school, but he was also very much her boss.
"And if that happens, we will deal with it then. You know the label isn't going to do anything. Blaine's contract with them is almost up and they're going to play nice until he resigns with them and you know that. He brings them too much revenue between his albums and ticket sales to piss him off. Jack isn't going to let Blaine go anywhere," Sam said as he looked at Tina like she had just grown a second head.
"I just hope you guys are right," Tina said, turning around and walking off without another word.
"What the heck was that about?" Sam asked Blaine.
"I have no idea, man," Blaine said with a humorless laugh before turning to look at Kurt. "I'm sorry about that, Kurt. I don't know why she yelled at you like that.
"It's ok, really. You guys might not remember, but I have known Tina a lot longer than the both of you have. I don't blame you for anything she said. Try not to stay mad at her. She was worried about your career and doing her job. Could she have done it without yelling… yes. But don't be too hard on her. You know Tina's heart is always in the right place," Kurt said, wrapping his arms around Blaine, knowing from experience that that was one of the best ways to calm his boyfriend down. Lord knows he had enough experience seeing as he was usually the one that upset Blaine to begin with, Kurt thought with a smile.
"Yeah, true," Sam said, laughing. "I hate to break this up, guys, but Vic told me to come and get you. It's time to leave for the airport. It was really good seeing you again, Kurt," Sam said and for the first time really meaning it. If Kurt could put that smile back on Blaine's face again, Sam was happy for it.
"Will you go to the airport with me? I can have the driver drive you back to your motel afterward," Blaine asked, nowhere near ready to say goodbye to Kurt again so soon.
Kurt nodded his head and reached down to grab Blaine's hand. He followed him out the side door and to the waiting limousine. The ride to the airport was quiet, neither one of them ready to be separated again. Even though they both knew it was different this time, it was still another goodbye, and neither one knew for how long.
"Call me when you land," Kurt whispered, trying to hold his tears back. He was standing on the tarmac beside Blaine's private plane. Because it was on a private airstrip, Kurt had been able to walk all the way to the plane with Blaine. He didn't have to stop at the security gate to say goodbye.
"Kurt it's going to be hours before we land in Geneva, you will probably be asleep by then," Blaine said, staring into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He cupped Kurt's cheek in the palm of his hand, slowing moving his thumb up and down.
"I don't care, Blaine. Please call me," Kurt said again.
"I will, sweetheart. I promise. I miss you so much already," Blaine said as he felt a tear slid down his face. He had just gotten Kurt back and was once again having to say goodbye. Blaine leaned in and placed one more kiss on Kurt's soft lips, tasting the salt from their shared tears. "I love you so much, Kurt. Please don't ever forget that."
"I love you so much, too, Blaine, more than you can possibly know. I just wish…" Kurt said softly.
"I know, sweetheart, I know. But we will figure all this out together, I promise." Blaine said with one more kiss before he turned around to walk up the stairs to the airplane. He turned around before stepping in the door. "I love you, sweetheart," Blaine said with a sad smile.
"I love you, too," Kurt whispered back, crying as he watched Blaine walk in the plane and the door shut behind him. Kurt walked a few feet away, and heard the plane engines roar to life, and then watched as the plane carrying the love of his life began its taxi up the runway, soon in the air and out of sight.
Kurt slowly made his way back to the airport, heading towards the car that was waiting to take him back to his motel. Kurt pulled his phone out of his pocket when he felt it vibrate.
"Don't forget, Kurt, how very much I love you. Bye, for now, my love, until I can talk to you once more. I am so glad I have you back in my life, please don't ever leave it again," Blaine ~*~
With a smile on his lips, Kurt slipped into the limousine and was on his way. Kurt was truly happy for the first time in a long time. All was right in his world again.
