A/N: Episode Three.

At least we got more Klaine in this episode. I now have more to elaborate and fan-girl over. However, it was VERY UPSETTING! YES, I'M TALKING TO YOU, RYAN MURPHY! A DECLINED PHONE CALL? WHAT THE FREAKING HELL? YOU CAN'T JUST DO THIS TO ME!

I'm in a fury. BECAUSE WHEN BLAINE FREAKING ANDERSON CALLS YOU, KURT, YOU ANSWER THE PHONE AND IF YOUR BOSS DOESN'T LIKE IT, TELL HER TO SUCK IT! (Even though I do like Isabelle...)

AND YOU DON'T JUST IGNORE BLAINE WHEN HE ASKS YOU ABOUT WHAT BOWTIE TO WEAR! YOU JUST... YOU JUST CAN'T, OKAY, YOU FREAKING CAN'T!

I'm pretty sure I'm done ranting now.

DisKLAINEr: I don't own Glee.

Blaine was growing more and more excited as the minutes passed. Today was his and Kurt's planned Skype session! (Because, yes, they were the nerdy, totally-in-love-to-the-point-it-was-sickening couple.)

He rushed home after another brief encounter with Brittany, who had continuously questioned him as to where her "Kurtsie" was, all of which Blaine deflected easily. He was actually beginning to like Brittany, and understood her easier as the days went by.

Blaine burst through his door and immediately plopped himself on bed, logging into his laptop and opening Skype.

It only took a minute for the boys to be calling each other, both jumping with excitement at seeing their lover.

"Blaine!" Kurt squealed, then stayed silent for a second. Blaine was just about to speak, but Kurt beat him to it. "Ugh, you're getting cuter as the days go by."

Blaine blushed. "I'm nothing compared to you, Kurt."

"Okay, we really need to stop," Kurt said with a laugh. "We can have the 'who's cuter' fight for hours."

"We have," Blaine cut in. He and Kurt had once had a two-hour phone call, all of which they had used to say the other was more adorable.

"And I still stand by my decision," Kurt said and continued before Blaine could protest. "Anyway, how's the campaign going, Mr. President?"

Blaine would never admit how damn hotit was to hear Kurt call him that. "You don't really want to talk about some boring election when we could talk about your exciting New York life, do you?"

"Of course!" Kurt burst shockingly. "Besides, I can tell you about my new job later."

"You got the job!" Blaine shouted happily. "That's amazing, Kurt! I told you you'd get it!"

"Yeah, yeah," Kurt said, smoothly shrugging off Blaine's praise. He had become accustomed to it easily after dating Blaine for a week - a week of nonstop "You're so beautiful's" and "Your voice makes me melt's." "Now, back to the election."

Blaine rolled his eyes dramatically. "I have the big debate tomorrow. Oh! That reminds me!" Blaine shuffled on the other side of the screen for a moment. "I need your expert fashion advice on which bowtie to wear."

Normally, Kurt would've commented on how dorky bowties were. But Blaine was just so adorable, he didn't have the heart to tell him. Plus, Blaine did make them look good.

A couple of bowties flashed across the screen, one in particular catching Kurt's eye. "The blue one. It compliments your eyes."

Blaine smiled at Kurt as he tossed the other bowties to the side. "Thank's sweetie."

"You're going to kill tomorrow," he said. "You're definitely going to win."

"Yeah," Blaine murmured. "I feel so bad about it now, though."

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?"

"Because Brittany is so sweet!" Blaine shouted.

"Oh, yeah!" Kurt screamed as he remembered Blaine's e-mail from earlier that week. "So, she's grown a bit of an attachment now?"

"Because I remind her so much of you," Blaine said in answer. "She's constantly talking about how she misses her dolphin."

"Stop it," Kurt said. "I'm already homesick enough. Why don't I just come back and - "

"No," Blaine stopped him. "You belong in New York. it may take some time to adjust, but..."

"You read my e-mail, Blaine." Kurt laid down on his bed. "You know how torturous it is for me to be stuck here while you're there."

Blaine felt himself beginning to cry. "I promise, Kurt, this can work," he assured him, though he was unsure himself.

There was a silence. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too, Kurt," Blaine said with a smile. "Now, about this new job?"

Blaine was prepping for his speech in the front room when Sam walked by. He noticed Blaine's troubled expression as he messed around with his bowtie. "Just leave it off, man," Sam said. "It'll make you a little less scary."

"No," Blaine replied. "Kurt chose this bowtie. Therefore, I will wear it."

Sam laughed. He muttered something along the lines of "whipped" as he walked away, chuckling as Blaine continued to fumble with the bowtie.

As soon as Blaine had heard of his win from the ballot count, his first impulse had been to call Kurt. So he did just that.

Kurt picked up on the first ring. "I'll be back, Isabelle! It's my boyfriend!"

Blaine gave a confused expression as he heard an "aww!" from the other line and a short chuckle from Kurt. "Hello?"

"Kurt?" Blaine asked.

"Blaine!" Kurt shouted excitedly. "Did you win?"

"Were you busy?" Kurt said. "You said Isabelle. If you were working, you can just - "

"It's fine," he said. "You promised to always pick up the phone when I call. The least I can do is the same. Now," Kurt paused, resuming his earlier excitement. "Did you win?"

Blaine was still upset that he had interrupted Kurt's work-thing, but answered nonetheless. "Yeah."

"That's amazing, Blaine!" Kurt shouted. "Why don't you sound as excited as me?"

"Because I miss you," Blaine said. "A lot."

"We have this conversation every time we talk anymore. I'm seriously considering booking a flight to Lima."

"No," Blaine said. "You can't leave now! Especially after you got your new job!"

"Yeah," Kurt replied. "This is a pretty cool job."

Blaine laughed. "Your boss seems cool."

"She's the greatest!" Kurt yelled. "She even helped me give Rachel a makeover."

"You got her out of those puppy shirts and sweaters?" Blaine asked incredulously. He must've been making great progress if he had changed Rachel's horrible fashion sense.

"Yes," Kurt whispered. "Listen, I've got to go, Isabelle's calling for me. I'm sorry - "

"Nonsense!" Blaine shouted. "Go on to your amazing job and forget about your loser boyfriend for a while."

Kurt chuckled. "For what it counts, I think you're more amazing than my job."

Blaine smiled. "I love you, Kurt."

Kurt grinned at the words. "I love you, too, Blaine."

A/N: I find these to be incredibly easy to write. I think it's just because I have SO much Klaine love in me. We all need Klaine love.

Poo. I already ranted in the first Author's Note... oh well.

I LOVE YOU ALL! KLAINEBOWS AND KLISSES FOR ALL!

- Kristen