While Jeff and Santana returned the rental car, Burt and Carole drove Blaine and Kurt to the airport.
"Thank you both so much. You have been too kind this entire trip."
"You are welcome home anytime Blaine." Carole turned in her seat to smile back at him.
"You boys better look out for each other in New York. I don't want a repeat of what happened here." Burt eyed Kurt through the rearview mirror, with hidden concern.
"We won't let each other out of sight." Kurt assured, rubbing the knuckles of Blaine's hand.
"Yeah no chance." Blaine leaned into Kurt.
"So where am I going?" Burt grumbled as they approached the airport.
"Take this road around back, it leads to a security gate." Blaine leaned up pointing at an empty winding road.
Burt did as he was told. Everyone but Blaine was amazed as they got closer to the jet. Upon pulling up to it, all their jaws were slack.
"It's a freaking airplane." Burt was leaning over the steering wheel staring at it.
"It's a jet, honey." Carole assured as she nodded up at it.
"Yeah, Hunter Clarington likes to fly in style." Blaine laughed. It was the largest private jet he had ever seen either. He remembered his first ride in it, when Clarington was discussing his contract with him. He'd picked him up from this very airport the day after graduation. Blaine had looked just like Kurt's family that day. Eyes wide and jaw dropped. A tiny suitcase and his guitar his only belongings. He held Kurt's hand tighter. He'd still only brought his guitar and a relatively small suitcase, but this time he was also leaving Ohio with something way more important.
"We better get going. I can see Santana's glare from here." Kurt mumbled looking out the side windows at Blaine's manager.
Kurt's family hugged him gently to avoid injuring him further, which made Kurt laugh. He was completely healed yet he wondered how long it would take until his family didn't treat him like a house of cards ready to tumble down.
His parents squeezed Blaine with twice their usual effort. Either they transferred all the affection they couldn't show Kurt, or Blaine really was his father's new favorite son. Kurt giggled at Blaine's watery eyes. He wasn't sure Blaine could ever get used to his family, especially not after the way he was raised.
"Alright. This has been truly touching, but if you two don't get on that plane in the next 38 seconds, we will strap you to the engines. Go!" Santana pushed them towards the roll up stairs and Blaine smacked her arm off Kurt and stood behind him so she wouldn't touch him again. Burt cackled at the glare between the two and Santana turned on him. He quickly shut his mouth, she may be less than half his age, but she was terrifying.
Her expression softened, "Goodbye, Hummels. You've been gracious hosts and Blaine really does appreciate it. I'm sorry for all the insanity you had to deal with."
"It's no problem, Santana. Thank you for mothering our boys." Carole giggled and Santana smiled before whipping back around and yelling that Blaine wasn't taking the stairs fast enough.
"Jeff. Get off your phone and get your ass in that plane. Taekwondo won't help you against Lima Heights." Kurt and Blaine waved at Burt and Carole through the tiny windows as Santana and Jeff rushed onto the jet.
It was about fifteen minutes later that the jet was taking off. As soon as the plane leveled out, Santana threw off her seatbelt, sprawled across the group of seats nearby, and went to sleep. Jeff kicked his feet up and pulled out a Gameboy. Kurt and Blaine unbuckled so they could scoot closer together.
After about thirty minutes Kurt and Blaine had melted into each other. Blaine was leaning with his back in the corner, so Kurt could lean back against him. Kurt's breathing was soft, and Blaine couldn't tell if he was asleep or just staring out the window on the other side of the plane. He blew cold air on Kurt's ear causing him to twist around and offer up a wicked glare.
"I'm sorry. Are you asleep?" Blaine couldn't help but smile. He knew Kurt needed the rest but seeing his face made Blaine so inexplicably happy.
"Not anymore." Kurt sighed. Scooting up so his head was leaning back onto Blaine's shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Blaine rolled his head against Kurt's. "I just wanted to see your beautiful face."
"Charming." Kurt let his eyes close. "How is Santana doing?"
"Well she got up once to throw up then went right back to sleep. So, I guess the food poisoning is going away."
"She's probably not as enamored by Cooper anymore."
"No, probably not." They chuckled together until Blaine stopped and held Kurt tighter. "Kurt. I almost lost you." Blaine hardly even whispered it though Jeff and Santana were at the opposite end of the aircraft.
Kurt shifted, and Blaine helped him push up so he could turn and face him. "But you didn't. Here I am, healthy as can be."
Blaine gave him a stern look, he definitely wasn't healthy as can be. "I don't just mean the coma. I thought you were through with me."
"Blaine." Kurt's voice was soft. Blaine glanced up to see Jeff putting on earbuds and he lowered his voice further.
"I thought Sebastian had convinced you to leave me. I thought I was going to be all alone again. And I went to that stupid bar and got in fights while you were in a coma. Why did I even leave your side? I wasn't there when you woke up. I spent the entire time you were in the hospital thinking about myself and…and—"
Kurt put a hand up to Blaine's face which made him stop speaking. "Blaine, you were amazing. The whole time I was in there. And if it weren't for your charm, the nurses probably wouldn't have been there 24/7 making sure everything was perfect for me." Kurt laughed. There was one young nurse that fluffed his pillows every thirty minutes and he was pretty sure it was just so she could stare at Blaine. He didn't blame her, he stared at Blaine while she was fluffing the pillows too.
"But Kurt I—"
"Blaine, you made some stupid decisions. But so did I. It was one of my stupid decisions that got me in the hospital. We're bound to do things we regret but we can't keep looking back at them. Once it's forgiven, we can move on. And believe me I have definitely forgiven you for getting drunk and fighting for me after spending many consecutive hours sitting on the ground beside my bed." Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's loose curls.
"It's no excuse for what I did."
"No, it's not. But I understand why you did it." Kurt looked him sharply in the eyes. "And I hope you won't do it again. For my sake and your own."
"I really don't deserve you."
"Stop telling yourself that." Kurt's eyes darkened and he looked away quickly before Blaine caught it.
"There's something else?" Blaine ducked trying to meet Kurt's downcast gaze.
"It's nothing."
"We tell each other things. Remember? That's how this works."
"I just don't want to upset you. You have plenty to think about already."
"And you don't?" Blaine's lips twitched into a smile. "Share the burden, love."
Kurt sighed and looked around. Jeff was still playing video games with headphones in and from what he could tell Santana was passed out still, her weave brushing the ground as her head hung off the end of the seat.
"It's about Sebastian." Kurt looked at Blaine, chewing on his lip. Blaine's muscles tensed at the name.
"What else did he do?"
"It's not what he did. It's what he said."
Blaine looked at Kurt waiting for the explanation. There were many things Sebastian could have said, some lies others not. But Blaine knew the one thing that Sebastian could have said that would have hurt both him and Kurt more than a brick. He was just really hoping it wasn't what Kurt was about to say.
"He um—" Kurt looked away so Blaine couldn't see the sadness in his eyes. "He said that you still loved him. He told me I was just an intricate rebound so you could try to force away your feelings for him."
"Did he say why he thinks this?" Blaine ground the words out through his teeth. Kurt just looked at him with visible pity instead of responding. "So he did tell you?"
"Is it true?"
"I don't love him anymore, Kurt."
"You proposed to him right before you got signed to the label."
"I was young and dumb. He said no. I dodged a bullet." Blaine inched away from Kurt.
"Are you sure he's not right?"
Blaine shook his head at Kurt. "Kurt, I love you more than an entire album of lyrics can even begin to explain."
"And you think you can't love more than one person?"
"Not like this."
"He was so convinced that you loved him. There must be some basis off which he's making his claim."
"Then care to tell me what you think it is since you're so convinced." Blaine raised his voice, then immediately lowered it looking around and scooting further into the corner.
"Well for one. You kind of let him control your life."
"He was my manager. That was his job." Blaine defended.
"Well he went way beyond the call of duty." Kurt scoffed. "Then even as you began dating me, you seemed to want to protect him from that fact."
"I was protecting you from him."
"Be that as it may. It didn't look like that from his angle."
"None of this means that I love him. He was controlling and emotionally manipulative. And he never let me be the person I wanted to –"
"Like your father?"
"Like my…Kurt what are you talking about?" Blaine's eyebrows raised.
"Well I wasn't a huge fan of my high school psychology class, but I think it raised some important points about the human mind."
"Are you saying I have…daddy issues?" Kurt could hear the insult and incredulity in Blaine's tone.
"That's a crude way of putting it, but yes. I think you may have had deep feelings for Sebastian because he is like your dad."
"That's ridiculous."
"I'm not saying you still do. I just think it may be why Sebastian thinks what he thinks."
"It doesn't matter what he thinks. He's in prison. For setting my alma mater on fire, while we were supposed to be in it. And beating you with a brick." Blaine stuck his neck out toward Kurt, "Have you forgotten that?"
"I have not." Kurt's voice was tinged with anger.
"I don't love Sebastian, Kurt. I may have once, but I don't now. I don't love him or my father. I only love you. Does that work for you?"
"Blaine. I didn't mean to upset you."
"Well you have."
"I just wanted you to understand."
"Understand what?"
"Why I met with him."
"So you could talk about why I'm dysfunctional."
"So I could tell him that despite what he thinks, I love you not only regardless of but also because of your past." Kurt leaned closer to Blaine and Blaine watched his lips. "I shouldn't have doubted you for a second."
Blaine couldn't take it. Being mad at Kurt wasn't something he wanted to do. He may have been angry that Kurt wanted to believe he still loved Sebastian because of some strange Freudian concept but he was too focused on all the nervous lip biting Kurt was doing. It was like Kurt was moving in slow motion. Blaine could hear perfectly fine everything he was saying but he was too focused on how much he wanted to kiss Kurt right there.
"Please don't ever doubt me again. I love you." He threaded his fingers through Kurt's hair and closed the space between them, mashing their faces together.
Kurt fell into the kiss only pulling away after they'd been going at it for a minute. "Blaine shouldn't we talk about this more? Aren't you mad at me?"
Blaine kissed Kurt's neck. "I have reasons to be mad at you and you have reasons to be mad at me. How about instead we focus on something else for a while."
"Hot make up sex in the bathroom?" Kurt whispered excitedly in his ear.
"Maybe that's not a good idea with your injury." Blaine whispered back.
"Well, I will be going into the bathroom and stripping naked. You can decide if you want to continue to treat me like a cracked porcelain doll or if you want to bang me into the walls of a tiny little room while we're more than a mile above the ground." Kurt stood slowly letting his hand trail along Blaine as he walked away and down the little hall to the bathroom.
Blaine shook the chills from his neck as he watched Kurt strut away from him.
He stood and made to follow Kurt. He quickly turned realizing they weren't the only two people on the plane. Blaine made eye contact with Jeff as he stood under the bathroom occupied light. Jeff looked at him then at the bathroom door then back at him. Blaine put a finger to his lips as he opened the door a few inches and slid in. Jeff just shook his head laughing and turning the volume up on his headphones.
Blaine was breathless at the sight of Kurt stripped down to just an undershirt and his boxers.
"You work fast." He laughed, reaching for the hem of Kurt's shirt.
"Actually, I think we should leave the shirt on." He slid Blaine's hands off him.
"Why ever would we do that?" Blaine slid his sweater off as he spoke.
"It doesn't look so great."
"Every part of you looks great to me."
"It's bruised pretty badly." Blaine squatted down and lifted Kurt's shirt. There was tape over where the rib was cracked, designed to help it heal. There were bruises all around the tape and Kurt's torso. Blaine let a calloused finger gently tread over the skin. Kurt winced a little at the contact. Blaine glanced up to judge how much pain Kurt was in. He leaned forward and grazed his lips over the tape. Kurt reached down and pulled Blaine up by his chin, pushing his shirt back down over the injury.
He squashed their mouths together as he unbuckled Blaine's jeans. Blaine let his pants fall to the ground as he removed Kurt's and bent him over the tiny sink counter. He grabbed Kurt's pants off the ground and pulled a condom out of the pocket.
"How did you know that was in there?"
"You were teasing me with it the entire time you were asleep." Blaine breathed a hot sigh on the back of Kurt's neck.
"Well I don't know what you expect. I was about to get on a private jet with a rockstar I wanted to be prepared."
Blaine laughed into Kurt's back. "With a rockstar or with your fiancé."
"Both." Kurt chuckled as he grasped the sink for support, Blaine already rubbing up against him. Kurt tried to stifle his moan as Blaine pressed into him. They didn't waste the time prepping. It had been a week since they'd done anything and neither wanted to wait a second longer.
Blaine pulled out nearly all the way and slowly pushed into Kurt, eliciting an "OH GOD!" from his fiancé."
"Shhh. Kurt." Blaine laughed reaching out his hand for Kurt to bite down on.
Kurt gladly took it and with the next thrust, he sank his teeth into Blaine's skin. Instead of being in pain, Blaine was more turned on. He picked up speed. Kurt bit harder and squeezed his eyes shut.
"I'm not hurting your torso, am I?" Blaine whispered down to a pained looking Kurt. Kurt vigorously shook his head back and forth, which did nothing to minimize Blaine's concern. He stopped to bend over and grab his sweater off the ground, so he could stuff it under Kurt's chest. Kurt relaxed into it, which set Blaine at ease. They picked back up. Blaine pounding into Kurt and Kurt biting down so he wouldn't yell profanities.
They were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Occupied." Blaine shouted, half-laughing, half-pissed someone interrupted.
"If you two could finish up in there, we are about to land." Santana scoffed. "And Kurt whatever you're biting on isn't working we can hear EVERYTHING!" They giggled at the string of mumbled Spanish curses as she walked away.
"Alright that was fun but let's get back to our seats." Kurt made to stand up, but Blaine put a hand on his back.
"She did tell us to finish up." Blaine wagged his eyebrows at Kurt who had turned to look at him over his shoulder.
"They can hear us."
"Is that going to stop you?" Kurt's eyes were locked on Blaine's as he slowly shook his head back and forth. Blaine grinned and stuck his hand back out. Kurt laughed and pet it right before Blaine pushed in and Kurt snapped down on it to keep from screaming.
They quickly cleaned each other up when they were done. Splashing water on the sink to get rid of any evidence of them being there. They helped each other dress. Not even putting their clothes all the way back on. Everybody else on the plane knew what happened, there was no point in trying to look decent while squashed in the tiny bathroom together.
Kurt was buttoning his shirt as he walked out of the bathroom and Blaine was buckling his belt, his sweater tossed over his shoulder.
"God. Could you guys at least pretend like you weren't fucking? And wipe those smug smiles off your faces. Hunter doesn't want to see your post orgasm faces in the magazines as you're exiting his plane."
"I don't know what you're talking about Santana." Blaine laughed squeezing Kurt's ass before he sat down and buckled up.
"You are disgusting." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Like you and Britt aren't just as bad. I hear you guys in the storeroom making out all the time." Kurt put a protective arm around Blaine.
"Yeah but that's just sweet lady kisses."
"In the storeroom. Where you aren't allowed to be." Kurt added with his nose up.
"You aren't usually so strict about that rule when it comes to Blaine."
"I own the store. I make the rules."
"Ladies. Let's calm down. I'm not breaking up any fights." Jeff cackled from the other side of the plane. "Plus, Santana you and Brittney have done way worse things in that storeroom."
"Narc." Santana grumbled at him. Kurt shot daggers at her and Blaine laughed and drew him into a hug, in which he pressed his lips to Kurt's ear.
"We've done way worse things in there too." Kurt calmed at the realization that it wasn't fair to be mad at Brittney for a little girl on girl action back by the employee lockers when he'd slammed Blaine into them before.
Blaine chuckled and pulled his phone out of his pocket, "This seems like the perfect time for a group airplane selfie." Everyone glared at him as he stood and took a picture, a sweet smile on his face.
He buckled up and opened Twitter before they made their decent.
BlaineAnderson: At last back home in New York! Thank you AuralIntensityRecords for giving us a lift! KurtHummel SantanaLopez #NoTwitterJeff are all super excited can't you tell?
*Attached Photo*
Blaine laughed at the dull expressions on everyone else's face.
After landing, the plane was waiting on the tarmac to park in the hangar and Kurt and Blaine took the opportunity to actually fix themselves up. There would no doubt be people waiting for their return especially since Blaine had given them a heads up.
Blaine twisted his ring on his finger, a crooked smile on his face.
"Kurt?"
"Yes?" Kurt turned from the window and looked at his nervous fiancé.
"I was wondering if maybe. You wanted to switch the hand that your ring is on."
"You want me to put it on my ring finger?" Kurt eyed Blaine curiously. "Won't it look like we're married?"
"Maybe. I don't know." He shook his head dubiously, "That's not why." He ran a hand over the ring on Kurt's finger. "It's just I promised you someday I would make it into an engagement ring."
"And you're mad I beat you to it." Kurt giggled.
Blaine rolled his eyes and smiled. "How could I be mad at what you did. It was way better than anything I had thought of. I just want you to have the chance to wear an engagement ring too. Media be damned."
"If that's what you want." Kurt kissed Blaine on the cheek.
"Is it what you want?" Blaine looked nervously into his eyes.
"Yes. But only if you put it on for me." Kurt held out his hand and Blaine laughed. He slid it off Kurt's right hand then unbuckled and got down on a knee in front of him and slid it onto his left hand without ever taking his eyes off Kurt. He kissed the ring on his finger.
"Perfect."
"The internet will be in a frenzy trying to figure out if we eloped."
"Let them frenzy." The pilot parked, and crew members rushed to the plane to set up the stairs. Blaine shook the pilot's hand on the way out.
"Mr. Anderson I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but my daughter is quite taken with you. I was wondering if you might sign something for me, she will be so excited to hear I flew you."
Kurt grinned and batted his eyes at Blaine who immediately reached into his bag and pulled out a copy of his cd and a marker.
"I would love to. What's her name?" The man answered, and Blaine began writing. "Dear Rosie, your father is a great man and a wonderful pilot. It was an honor to be a passenger on his flight. Thank you for being a fan I hope you enjoy the music and I promise to have more out soon. With love, Blaine Anderson."
The man thanked him profusely and Blaine laughed, "It's no problem at all. Now get back home to her so you can give her the autograph. You've worked hard enough." Blaine smiled and the man nodded and pulled his phone out as he raced back into the cockpit.
Kurt took Blaine's hand in his as they left the plane. There were stacks of photographers and fans near the gate to the airfield. Blaine waved as he opened the car door for Kurt. Jeff had already taken up the driver's seat and Santana was leaning against the headrest in the passenger's seat. Quietly praying to be back in her own bed.
Kurt and Blaine finally sifted through the news on the drive home. They had gone about a week without reading about themselves and it was time to see the damage.
Blaine rolled his eyes at one article he'd passed about his concert.
Blaine Anderson Leaves Fans Mid Concert to Hang Out with Boyfriend.
By: Milo Parker
Fans were left wanting more when Blaine Anderson stopped his concert midway through to confess that he just wanted to be with his boyfriend. He left them with unknown church choir singer, Mercedes Jones and Broadway's umpteenth million Jew to finish the performance in the most mediocre way possible. Sources say that only a few days later, Blaine was caught drunkenly starting fist fights in a local gay bar. Is the artist on an increasingly downward spiral? This reporter says absolutely.
Blain frowned at how painfully inaccurate the article was and Kurt nudged him and showed him one he had pulled up.
A Rockstar for Good, Blaine Anderson.
By: Megan Lisbit
A shock befell the crowd at Blaine Anderson's Columbus concert this past weekend. Midway through the concert Blaine walks off stage for a brief moment before returning again with his spirits sunken. He delivered a hauntingly beautiful no instrument performance of Not While I'm Around before announcing that his new fiancé had just been rushed to the hospital. He was prepared to continue on after a moment to recover but to everyone's amazement a little boy stood on his chair and shouted that Blaine should leave the concert to be with his fiancé. A silence came about the audience as they all seemed to think of what they would do in his position. Blaine Anderson fans came together and sacrificed their chance to watch a full performance, so their favorite singer could be with his love in his time of need. After Blaine rushed off the stage, his recent friend Mercedes Jones delivered a showstopping performance from a catalog of fabulous female singers. Blaine Anderson's friend and reportedly also a friend of Mercedes Jones from their show choir years, Rachel Berry joined Ms. Jones on stage and the two brought the house down with their theatre vibrating voices. This reporter was lucky enough to catch an interview with the little boy that sparked the series of beautiful moments.
M: Hello. Hi. Can I ask you a few questions?
J: My name is Joseph.
M: Nice to meet you Joseph. I am Megan. Can I ask why you stood up and told Blaine Anderson to leave the concert and go to Kurt?
J: Because he loves Kurt.
M: Was that all?
J: Does there gotta be something else?
M: You look familiar.
J: Momma says Blaine Anderson posted a picture of me in the park on Christmas.
M: You're the little boy sitting in his lap?
J: Yeah I gotta meet him and he said he likes my jacket and let me sit in his lap while he and Kurt singed.
M: He and Kurt sang for you?
J: Yeah. They sang a love song and holded hands. They smiled at each other the whole time. They smile at each other the way my doggie Herbert and I smile at each other and if Herbert is in the hospital I would leave and be with him. Even if it was during snack time.
M: You're an inspiration did you know that?
J: I don't know what that is. Have you seen my mommy?
This little boy proves that love is love and even children can see when it's real. Though we don't at this time have any information on Kurt or Blaine, our hearts go out to them. Perhaps this will make people question how much we should expect out of our favorite stars. Can you imagine if your loved one was rushed to the hospital and you couldn't leave your job to be with them? Please leave your opinions in the comments below.
Blaine rolled his head onto Kurt's shoulder after reading the article. "I want to keep that little Joseph boy."
"You never told me exactly what happened at the concert."
"I'm sorry. I was just distracted."
"Did he really stand on his chair and yell at you." Kurt chuckled imagining the little boy in his tiny Blaine jacket.
"He sure did. It was dead silent. I was sobbing on stage and that little boy stood up and told me to get the hell out of there."
"It sounds like a heartfelt moment I wish I could have been there." Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt's too soon joke.
"If you were there, it wouldn't have been necessary." Kurt pulled his phone back and flipped through more. Passing many that questioned if Kurt was just in it to steal Blaine away from his fans or to just steal Blaine's money. Blaine caught Kurt's frustration and held up an article from Ohio news.
Kurt Hummel, the Man Behind Blaine Anderson.
By: Walter Shank
Many have been confused by Blaine Anderson's recent switch from flamboyant and angry Rockstar to gentle and committed musician. We here in Ohio have no doubt about the change. Kurt Hummel, the Rockstar's boyfriend and now fiancé has had profound effects on the singer. Sources close to the men admit that Blaine has always been a stand-up guy, but until he met Kurt, he never knew it was okay to showcase that. Everybody at this point has heard the touching story of Blaine rushing off the stage mid concert to be with his fiancé. Encouraged by his steadfast and devoted fans who received a jaw dropping performance by Ohio's own Ms. Mercedes Jones and Ms. Rachel Berry shortly after. Recent footage from the emergency room has been released of Blaine 'breaking into' the hospital to be with his beloved. All with the help of one Sue Sylvester who had nothing to say about the incident. A nurse that worked closely with Mr. Hummel during his recovery shared a picture taken near the end of her shift at 4 am of Blaine Anderson asleep sitting on the ground beside Kurt's hospital bed holding his hand. "He stayed like that the whole night. He looked so sad and I knew there was nothing we could do to make him let go so I brought him food and a blanket. He asked me when Kurt would be okay. Looking down at the worry on his face and the way he hadn't moved from Kurt's side, I knew it wouldn't be long before Kurt was back on his feet walking arm in arm with Mr. Anderson. After all, who wouldn't want to be?" Perhaps the best example comes from the day of Mr. Hummel's release. In the morning, Blaine and Kurt partook in a little jam session in the pediatric ward, which led to singing and dancing around cheering the spirits of many an ill child. Later in the day, the couple was invited back to a performance by the hospital's newest child band. Doctor P. Landon states that while Blaine was talking to the children, Mr. Hummel offered to donate instruments and find volunteers to teach the children music. Not a moment later, Dr. Landon says Mr. Anderson breezes over and insists on donating a whole stage worth of equipment. Great minds think alike, and these two men are definitely great. Though their stay in Ohio is over, we are ecstatic to see what other good Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson will do in the world. And from every Blaine Anderson fan, we would just like to say, 'Thank you, Kurt!'"
Kurt sniffled a little after reading it. Blaine's fans were thanking him after he'd been the cause of Blaine leaving his concert.
"Kurt, they love you."
"I don't understand why they should."
"I don't understand why they wouldn't. You ooze kindness. Everyone that spends time around you is kind. Have you ever wondered why that is?" Kurt just shook his head. "Watching you be who you are makes people want to be better."
Kurt just hugged Blaine and rested his chin on his shoulder, trying not to look at his puffy faced reflection in the tinted window.
"I think I'm going to ask Mercedes if she wants to open a few shows on the European tour."
Kurt instantly sat up. "Blaine, you don't have to do that. My friends are very appreciative of what you've done for them but it's your career you don't have to do her any favors." Kurt was trying to hide his excited smile. He wanted Mercedes to have a chance to perform on a big stage with her name in lights, but he didn't want it for her if it wasn't fair.
"Favors?" Blaine scoffed. "I threw her on stage with zero warning and she killed it. She did a favor for me. I want to do it because she is amazing, already has a fanbase, and I have a song I wrote that needs her thundering vocals to be any good."
"Well I'm sure she will be excited about it."
"I hope so." They smiled at each other. Despite everything that had gone wrong on their trip, they got out alive and were still happy. Sebastian had failed.
The car ride wasn't much longer. Jeff stopped first at Santana's apartment, getting out of the car to grab her bags and drag her sick and sleepy body up to her door. Then he drove to 5th and dropped Kurt and Blaine off at the curb. They thanked him with weak armed waves as he drove off, finally headed home.
"Does he have a girlfriend or something?" Kurt asked as they pulled their belongings onto the elevator.
What do you mean?"
"I just mean. Who does he go home to? He's always with us. Are we stealing him away from a family, or like a pet or something?"
"No. He was seeing a guy for a little bit a few months back, but I think that's over. He had a pet fish at Dalton, but I think that died like four days after he brought it into the dorms."
"I just feel bad."
"Jeff and I are good friends. I hope I'm not so terrible that he despises spending time with me. He does get paid to do it." Blaine chuckled and patted Kurt's back.
"I'm sure you can keep friends without having to pay them." Kurt assured Blaine then stepped out of the elevator at the top floor. "I just think we should get him a pet. Like a gerbil or something. Someone to miss."
"Whatever you want, my love. Though I'm sure he would kill a rodent just as fast as the fish."
They giggled and tossed their stuff beside the doorway, flopping down on the couch to cuddle and sift through more news stories.
"Now that you're feeling a little better, we might have to go on a talk show or do some sort of interview, so people don't start wildly speculating that you're dead or something."
"Ok, but I'm not showing the injuries to prove anything."
"If you're saying you don't want to lift your shirt and flash the nation on television, then I agree I also would prefer you didn't do that." Blaine laughed and laid a gentle hand on Kurt's rib. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah. It's fine. Most of the pain has gone away. It actually feels kind of nice, your hands are cold." Blaine fell asleep with his hand on Kurt's chest. Kurt ran the fingers on his free hand through Blaine's loose hair as he remembered in vivid detail everything that happened the night Sebastian attacked him.
His eyes blinked closed and he jumped. It was the scene that kept playing over. The final hit that knocked him out. He didn't realize he had moved that much until Blaine was blinking slowly up at him.
"What's wrong, Kurt?" He moved his hand quickly off his torso fearing he had caused the pain evident in Kurt's expression.
"Nothing. Just had a dream I was falling I guess."
Blaine looked unconvinced. He was too tired from the flight to start in on a discussion so instead he leaned against the opposite side of the couch and pulled Kurt down toward him. Wrapping his arms protectively around Kurt's head.
"No more bad dreams for you." He mumbled before leaning back and going to sleep. Kurt took a deep breath inhaling the scent of Blaine. Not of his cologne or soap. It was the way he smelled at the end of the day when everything had worn off and it was just him. It was enough to make Kurt feel safe and loved. He let his eyes flutter closed and for once in a whole week, didn't have visions of Sebastian in his head.