This is the second of two drabbles I've posted today. Don't forget to read the previous one!
Kurt had been waiting in the free lot near the airport for forty five minutes, staring at his phone and will Noah to call him to say he'd made it safely. Nothing. Exasperated and sure that his husband had broken another phone doing something stupid, like flag football in the mud again, Kurt drove to the pay lot next to the terminal and found a spot. Checking his phone every five seconds for a missed call or a text or something Kurt made his way over to the baggage claim.
At the arrivals board, he looked up Noah's flight from Columbus and found that there was no carousel number. It just said "See Agent". See agent about what? Was the plane running extraordinarily late like that one time his plane to Milan had been stuck on the tarmac for three hours?
So, Kurt made his way to the airline desk, stopping at a coffee cart on the way for a little pick-me-up. Hey, if he was going to have to wait for a few hours, Kurt needed the caffeine. It had been a long week while Noah stayed back home, helping settle his nana's estate, and it had been lonely in the apartment without him.
Kurt first realized that something was wrong when he saw several people crying, and not in that "oh my god it's been so long, it's good to see you" sort of way. The airline desk was swarmed with concerned looking people and there was no way Kurt would get there anytime soon, so he found a grim-looking gentleman who was comforting an older woman and asked, "Can you tell me what's going on?"
"The flight from Columbus," the man replied, swallowing visibly and clenching his jaw, "crashed. They say it doesn't look like there're any survivors."
Fumbling his coffee a little, but not so much that it spilled, Kurt breathed, "My husband … he was on that plane. He…"
Kurt's mind went blank as he stumbled back, leaning against a wall, and he didn't realize he was answering his phone until he said, "Hello?"
"Hey, babe," his husband's voice said. What? How was this possible? "Sorry I'm not at the airport or whatever. I got fucking food poisoning last night and I just woke up. I guess I'll have to-"
"Oh, my god!" Kurt cried, finally finding enough of his voice to cut Noah off. "I love you and your stupid propensity for eating things that have clearly gone bad!"
"Uh, kay?"
"Noah, the plane you were supposed to be on," Kurt explained, sliding down the wall so he was sitting on the ground and didn't have to depend on his legs holding him up, "crashed. It crashed and no one survived and I thought you were dead but you're not and-"
"Babe!" Noah cried, loud enough to get his attention. "Kurt, baby. I love you too. And remind me to never ever fly again because holy fuck!"
"I know, honey!" Kurt replied, laughing wetly through the tears on his face. "I know!"