There was a reason Blaine tried to avoid flying as much as possible. Ever since he was little and took his first trip to Disney World with his family he would get horrible motion sickness, and it would last for the entire flight no matter what he did to combat it. So when Kurt surprised him with plane tickets to visit their families in Lima, he was secretly dreading the ninety minute flight. Even though it was that short, he knew it was going to seem like an eternity once they were actually on the plane. Kurt volunteered to sit by the window so he wouldn't have to look out of it, and so Blaine could get to the bathroom quickly if he needed.

Blaine's stomach turned uncomfortably as they took off, and his ears popped painfully, despite him chewing two pieces of gum. He wanted to throw up right then, but he wasn't allowed to get up from his seat just yet. Kurt rubbed his back which helped a little, but the nausea and cold sweat was already setting in. They weren't even ten minutes into their flight yet. Kurt adjusted the air vent above them so he got some cool air blowing on him.

"We'll be there really soon," he assured him. "Tell me if you think you're gonna be sick." Blaine nodded, hunching over in his seat. He turned on his iPod as a distraction, but the plane was too loud for him to hear anything without turning the volume all the way up.

After twenty minutes a flight attendant came over the speakers and said they were free to move about the cabin. Blaine was glad he could finally walk around, but he really didn't want to throw up, especially in a yucky airplane bathroom. But, his stomach was cramping and he knew it was unavoidable.

After holding off as long as possible, Blaine couldn't wait. "I'll be right back," he mumbled to Kurt, fumbling to get his seatbelt off. He hustled up the aisle to the bathroom separating coach from first class, which was thankfully empty. He locked the door behind him and promptly threw up into the small toilet bowl. He felt disgusting and sweaty, but his body wasn't finished yet. His throat burned and his stomach cramped as he got sick again. Blaine took in a breath and coughed until he was sure nothing else was going to come up. He took a minute to breathe before washing his hands. Unfortunately there was no mirror in the little lavatory, but he was certain he looked awful.

Blaine clambered back to his seat and buckled up again. He didn't feel any less sick, but at least he couldn't throw up anything else.

"The flight attendant came by," Kurt said softly. "I got you some ginger ale." Blaine took a sip of the drink, crossing his fingers that it would settle his stomach.

"Thanks." He put the cup on his tray table and readjusted the fan above him. "How much longer?"

"Less than an hour. If you want to sit by the window then we can switch seats if you think that'd help," he offered. Blaine shook his head. He didn't want to move around anymore. His only goal was to get comfortable and get off the plane without getting sick again. He finished his ginger ale and put the tray up. At least the ride wasn't bumpy.

After he managed to relax for a good fifteen minutes, his eyes shot open as the plane began to jerk.

"It's okay," Kurt said to him. "Just turbulence. Were you asleep?"

"No," he breathed, pressing his hand over his mouth. The sudden jerky movements made him feel nauseous all over again. The seatbelt sign flashed in front of them.

"We're almost there," his husband told him. "Once we land it'll be okay. Try to breathe." No one was sitting behind him, so Blaine leaned his seat back and covered his eyes with his forearm. His stomach was empty, but still cramping, and he felt a headache coming on.

"How much longer now?" he groaned.

"Just about twenty minutes. We're probably almost ready to start landing. My dad and Carole will be at the airport, so we can go straight to my house." Blaine took a deep breath as the turbulence got worse. He took a sip of Kurt's water and attempted unsuccessfully to get comfortable.

"We should've driven," he mumbled regretfully.

"You're doing okay," Kurt told him. "Driving would take five times as long. We're almost there." Kurt gave him some gum to chew for the landing, and his stomach lurched as they descended and hit the ground. Once they stopped moving Blaine actually started to feel better. "Carole keeps Tylenol in her purse if you think you need any, even though you had four Advil before we left."

"I'm okay," Blaine sighed as he got his bag. "Let's just get to your house." He stretched as he stood up, and followed Kurt out of the plane and up the walkway to the airport. Kurt's parents were waiting for them, and after exchanging hugs and getting their suitcases, he and Kurt sat in the back of Burt's SUV as they drove to Kurt's house.

"How was the flight?" Carole asked them.

"Fine," Kurt began, "Blaine had some pretty bad motion sickness." Carole turned around and looked at him.

"Are you okay, honey?" she asked him.

"I'm fine now," he assured her. "There was some turbulence so my stomach started to hurt, but I felt better once we landed."

"That's good. Let us know if you still feel sick, we can give you some medicine." Blaine nodded and rested his head on the window. Kurt reached over and linked his fingers through his. It felt good to be back in Ohio to see everyone, especially since it was the first time since they'd been married.

Author's Notes:

I wasn't supposed to post this today, but I'm pretty sure I deleted the document I had for another chapter. It's okay, I can rewrite it and have it up by tomorrow!

So pretty much Blaine gets all kinds of motion sickness. Cars, busses, airplanes, you name it. I wrote a drabble about Kurt getting sick on a roller coaster but I based it off the Big Brother episode and Blaine didn't go to Six Flags with the group, or else I would've written it with him instead.

Also I won't be updating my other story today. Mondays are a little crazy and I don't have the chapter done. But I will definitely finish it and rewrite the other one I accidentally deleted. I hope you liked this!