Author's Note: So this is the longest chapter I have ever written, for like...any of my stories. But I just couldn't break it up, I had pictured all this together. So...yeah.

A lot of angst in this chapter, but I hope I balanced it out with the fluffiness in here too.

Oh! And I think I REALLY tested the boundaries of the Rated T warnings. I believe I stayed within limits, but if not, let's let it be our little secret. Kay? :D

As always, THANK YOU for your amazing reviews. I love you all, and Happy Reading!

No beta. All mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing, nothing. No profit made etc. See Chapter 1 for more elaborate disclaimer.

~C.J.

(Chapter 2)

Kurt smiled from ear to ear as he watched Blaine place a delectable looking plate of Chicken Alfredo in front of him. Blaine had insisted that after the weeks they'd spent together, it was about time he cooked Kurt dinner. The blushing fashionista had consented, of course, Blaine proved to be very persuasive when he directed Kurt with his heated stare of golden honey bedroom eyes. Yes, they were bedroom eyes; Kurt could find no other way to describe them. So that's how they found themselves that Friday evening, in Kurt's apartment with Blaine pouring him wine that he'd insisted went fabulously with the pasta. Blaine finished his rummaging around in the kitchen with the stripping off of the apron he'd borrowed from Kurt, one of the hand-embroidered aprons that read 'I cook, You clean.'

"Dinner by candle light, Mister Anderson? Careful now, I think your decency is showing." Kurt teased, sipping the rich tasting wine as his eyes roamed over his date's ensemble. A black button down with a dark silver bowtie, matching dark silver dress pants, and black shoes encompassed his compact form. It was the perfect mix of understated with a dash of flare, and Kurt could not wait to see what that outfit would look like crumpled on his bedroom floor.

Blaine took his seat across from Kurt, gently placing the cloth napkin in his lap and chuckling nervously before he answered. "I guess you just bring out the humbleness in me. I-Is it too much?"

Kurt's eyes softened, reaching his hand out to grasp Blaine's and keep it from fiddling with a loose piece of thread from the tablecloth. "No, it's…completely romantic actually. What did you do? Major in courtship or something?"

Blaine chuckled again, "Courtship? Are we back in the Victorian ages now?"

"Oh shut up and let me enjoy my pasta."

"I promise it's delicious."

"I'll be the judge of that, Mr. Cocky Pants."

"So many innuendoes…"

"I will kick you."

"Feisty." Blaine smirked, hooking his ankle with Kurt's under the table when he saw the brunette getting flustered. A tender look crossed his features when Kurt proceeded to tangle their ankles together in reciprocation. The meal was delicious, of course, something that Kurt continued to praise Blaine for after he moaned around the first bite. The wine was wonderful too, so much so that the two were well into their second bottle.

With the warmth of wine coursing through their veins, the couple had moved to the living room, easily and languidly. They had kicked their shoes off as they cuddled up on the couch, looking at each other and talking aimlessly through the happy smiles firmly in place on their faces. Though the unexpected thing that happened was after Kurt grabbed their empty wine glasses and placed them on his coffee table. He looked over at Blaine, blue eyes dark and azure as he climbed onto the shorter male, straddling him. The hazel-eyed boy gasped, the warm weight settling in his lap making his stomach flip and his heart beat faster.

"Wait, Kurt…" Blaine didn't get a chance to finish, his words swallowed up in the other's mouth as he was pulled into a passionate kiss. He clutched at the paler boy's lavender dress shirt, instinctively pulling the other body closer and relishing in the intense heat radiating between their bodies.

Kurt moaned, wrapping his arms around the dark-haired boy's neck to make their kiss deeper, hotter, and messier. Rich wine with a hint of garlic still palatable on their tongues, a delicious kiss they couldn't get enough of. The ferocity behind their little make out was unlike anything either man had ever felt, both evident with desperation. Their tongues caressed each other wetly; Kurt felt the rumbling moans in Blaine's chest in response to Kurt sucking the other male's tongue into his mouth. Kurt thread his hand into Blaine's perfectly gelled raven locks and pulled their searing lips apart, taking the opportunity to expose Blaine's taunt neck so he could suck and nip at it. Blaine whimpered when Kurt nipped at a particularly sensitive spot under his ear, his hips jerking up at the unexpected growl that came from the man seated in his lap. "Oh God…Kurt."

Kurt hummed against Blaine's Adam's apple, pulling away from the hicky he was determined to mark Blaine with. He moved towards Blaine's ear, to pant and whisper hotly. "Mmm…I think we should move this to the bedroom."

That's when Blaine's eyes snapped back into focus, the hazy cloud of arousal and alcohol seeming to dissipate. "N-No, Kurt wait. I-I need to—oh God, can you stop licking my neck for a second—tell you something."

Kurt nuzzled one of Blaine's loosened curls before moving back to Blaine's lips for a teasing kiss, his words ghosting over Blaine's reddening parted ones. "It's ok, Blaine. I want to. I want YOU."

Blaine choked on a breath, Kurt's words shooting straight to his groi—no, no! Clear head, Anderson! Focus. "I want you too, Kurt. So bad, you have no idea. But…but…"

When Kurt pulled back, Blaine was able to see his face more clearly and Blaine's breath caught in his throat. Kurt's eyes were so dark, just full of pure want and pure lust. His face flushed pink and his hair was tousled carelessly, he looked so unabashed…Blaine was doomed, wasn't he? Kurt smirked seductively, doing a quick gyration of his hips over Blaine's straining slacks just to hear another desperate noise falling from those sinfully plumped lips. "Then how bout you show me just how bad you want me. Come on, Blaine. Tell me, tell me all the things you want to do to me."

Blaine groaned, his reluctance damn near dissipating all together. With the last ounce of will power he had in his system, Blaine quickly pushed Kurt back to his side of the couch. "I can't! Not until you hear me out first."

Kurt plopped on the cushion with a dissatisfied huff, "What, Blaine? What! What could possibly be so important that it couldn't wait until we were in a post-sex cuddle?"

"You…I…we were going to have sex? Really?" The adorably hopeful edge in Blaine's voice caused Kurt's agitation to abate slightly, but only slightly.

"Well, now I'm not so sure. You basically chucking me off your lap doesn't exactly boast one's ego, ya know." Kurt finished off embarrassed, turning away and nervously rubbing his hands up and down the white skinny jeans covering his thighs.

Blaine felt like a complete and total idiot. The last thing he wanted to do was make Kurt feel like he rejected him. Hell no, far from it. "I'm sorry. I'm just…I need to tell you something, before we go any further. And I…I just don't know how you'll react."

This got Kurt's attention, "Okay, then tell me."

"It's…It's not that easy."

"Come on, it can't be that bad…it's not bad, is it?"

"Uh…that all depends?"

"Blaine, seriously, you're starting to worry me here."

Blaine took a deep breath, turning to face Kurt fully and grab his hand. "Okay, okay. Here it goes. Look, Kurt. I like you, a lot. More than I expected to like you."

Kurt furrowed his brows, "I like you too, Blaine. But, why do I feel like you're about to tell me you're married or engaged or…?"

Blaine let out a dry chuckle, "No, no, nothing like that. There's just something I need to tell you…about me…and about my life."

"Well then, just say it."

"I'minthearmy."

A beat of silence occurred between them, Kurt trying to wrap his head around the words Blaine had spoken. He had to have misheard him, right? "W-What?"

"Soldier, I'm a soldier…in the army."

"Like…the U.S. Army?"

"Yes, and I'm being deployed. My platoon's shipping out soon…well, flying out."

Kurt just stared at Blaine, eyes wide in shock.

Blaine gripped Kurt's hand tighter, somehow hoping that the tighter he squeezed the better he could explain himself. "I know I should have told you sooner. I just didn't think this, you and me, would be something long term. You're just…you're just so YOU, so different, and unique. All you have to do is walk into a room and you freaking own it. Your voice is this distinctive combination of lyrical and bluntness. When we talk, it's endless, and interesting, and amazing. Then, well, look at you. You're like…crazy attractive! Can you really blame me for wanting to get to know you better? Only to find out that you're totally smart and super funny to boot? "

Kurt slowly pried his hand away from Blaine's tightening hold, cradling it to his chest. He looked at Blaine with this look of incredulousness and, hurt maybe?

"I'm so…so sorry. All week I was trying to figure out the right way to tell you but, I just…I couldn't. I didn't want to put that kind of pressure on you, that kind of time limit. I didn't want a minute of awkwardness between us, that's not how I wanted to share our time together. It was just me being selfish, and me being unfair to you, and—"

Blaine's rant was cut off as Kurt waved his hand in a shushing manner. "All week…all week? You knew you had to leave ALL WEEK?"

"…yes."

"And you couldn't find the courtesy—no—the decency to tell me?"

"I…"

"When do you leave?"

Blaine swallowed thickly, "Tuesday."

Kurt stood up abruptly and walked over towards one of the shelves mounted to his living room wall, an unexplainable pain in his chest making Kurt feel like he was about to burst at the seams. Suddenly though, for some unknown reason, he let out a wet chuckle and shook his head. "I feel like being mad at you would make me a terrible person. You're going off to make the world a better place, to serve and protect, and all that jazz. You're putting your life at risk, and yet all I can think about is how…is how I thought you were going to ask if we could be exclusive…to be…together." Kurt finished off softly, quietly.

Blaine bit the inside of his cheek, "You have every right to be upset with me. And…as much as I would adore the chance to have you as my boyfriend, asking you to make that kind of commitment without the proper amount of time to think it through just seems unfair to you. At this point, I just know that I'd be happy to have whatever you'd be willing to give me." Blaine stood up from his spot on the couch and walked over to Kurt, hesitantly placing his hands on Kurt's waist. Gingerly, he turned Kurt around to face him, his heart breaking at the sight of his normally composed diva looking so lost and distraught.

"How long?"

"How long, what?"

"How long will you be…gone?"

"A year."

Tears were beginning to sting at the corners of Kurt's eyes, but he refused to let them fall in Blaine's presence. "I think you should go. I-I NEED you to go."

Blaine looked as if he had been slapped across the face. "Kurt, please don't ask me to leave. Not like this."

Kurt sniffed, "Blaine, I don't know exactly what you want from me. For sure, I can tell you that whatever you want me to be for you is too much. I'm not that strong a person."

"I told you I wouldn't ask for more than you'd be willing to give, and yes. Yes, you are strong enough. You're Kurt Hummel, you can do anything. I've been around you long enough to figure out that much." Blaine said, a determined look on his face.

"Please, I can't do this right now."

"Kurt…"

"Get out!"

Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose. He didn't know what to do. As much as he wanted to just wrap Kurt up in his arms to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay, he knew he couldn't. Not right now. He had to respect what Kurt wanted, even if it pained him to do so. Thus, with a crestfallen look, and heaviness in his stomach, Blaine gathered up his things and walked towards the door. Only taking a moment to pause with his hand on the doorknob to say, "We fly out of JKF Airport at noon. Just in case you wanted to, well, just in case you wanted to know." Kurt wrapped his arms around himself and hugged his frame tightly, listening for the click of the door that signaled Blaine's departure. "Good-Goodbye…Kurt."

"Blaine, don't go!"

Kurt shot up in his bed then, breathing heavy. His hair was slick with sweat, and his throat felt raw. Had he been screaming?

"Kurt! Honey, are you alright?"

The exhausted boy looked up at the sound of the other person's voice. "Carole." Relieve immediately washed over him, the presence of his stepmother calming the anxiety coursing through Kurt's weak body.

Carole walked over to Kurt's hospital bed and put a hand over his clammy forehead. "You're sweating, and you feel a bit warm. Are you feeling feverish?"

Kurt shook his head, "No, it was probably just the nightmare I had."

"Nightmare?"

Kurt sighed, settling back into his pillows and letting Finn's mother brush his wet hair out of his face. "Not a nightmare, well, not really. I was just…remembering."

Carole sat down on the bed with Kurt, giving him one of her sympathetic smiles. "I guess that's good. Remembering things is good, even if its one of your not so pleasant ones." She pursed her lips together for a moment, contemplating her next statement. "If you don't mind me asking, what were you remembering?"

A slight smile appeared across Kurt's still sleepy features, restfulness not coming very easy to the countertenor these days. "Blaine."

Wariness seemed to flicker in Carole's eyes, right before it shifted back to her empathetic mom face. She chuckled quickly, "A nightmare about Blaine? Sorry dear, but I find that very hard to picture. You two always seem to be such a strong couple. Especially you, strong like your mother Burt always says."

Kurt let out a dry laugh, "The things you say sometimes…they're just timed so perfectly." When Carole looked confused for a moment, a confused look that mirrored Finn's own look of perplexity when something was lost on him, Kurt decided to clarify. "If I ever gave anyone the impression that I'm strong, it's only because of Blaine. I don't know what it is about him. The way he holds me, looks at me. He's the one that makes everything okay for me. He's…he's my Blaine." Kurt said lovingly, a lighter feeling coursing through him at the thought of Blaine pulling him to his chest and holding him close.

"You miss him."

Kurt's lips trembled, "So much. I don't…I don't think I can do this without him. I'm—I'm scared. Scared of what might happen…i-i-if Blaine isn't here, by my side. He's the one that makes everything okay. It's his job…he-he's Blaine. It's what he does." Moisture prickled at the corners of Kurt's glasz eyes, his chest contracting with the hiccupping cries he was trying to keep at bay, and his nose making little sniffle sounds as it tried to reel in his tears.

"Oh honey, everything's going to be okay." Carole opened her arms for Kurt, steadying herself when the man, looking more like a boy in her arms, flung his upper body into her waiting embrace. She shushed him, petting his hair and rubbing his back as he sought comfort from the woman who has loved him like her own son since he was a teenager.

"I can't…I won't have the surgery without him here."

"Kurt, sweetheart…"

"No!" Kurt pulled back suddenly, stubbornness evident on his face. "Please, don't talk me out of this. When Quinn comes in to talk about my surgery, I'm going to tell her so. Blaine is on his way home. I know he'd want to be here for this."

Carole sighed, gently placing Kurt back against the pillows. "You have told her, Kurt. More than once."

Kurt's eyes were wide. "What?"

"Honey, what's the last thing you remember before falling asleep?"

"Earlier today…w-when Quinn gave me the sticky notes!" Kurt said, sounding excited at being able to remember that much.

Carole's face grew somber, "That was a couple of days ago."

"N-No…it was this morning. I remember!"

She shook her head, "I gave you lunch right after that, dear. You were smiling and telling me about the first time you met Blaine. You were so happy, and excited about him coming home. You even showed me his letter and apologized for that little line of inappropriateness he put in it."

Kurt shook his head, running his hand through his wet hair and gripping it. "No…no, no, no, no, no."

When Carole tried to pry his fingers from his hair, Kurt shoved her hands away. She could see his hands gripping his hair tighter, tugging on it harshly, threatening to rip his chestnut hair out. "Kurt, stop it. You're going to hurt yourself." She placed her hands over his, whispering comfortingly into his ear. When she saw that it didn't have the effect she wanted, she pleaded with him. "Please, Kurtie." His father's nickname name slipped from her lips. That's when Kurt went rigid, embarrassed puffy-red eyes peeking out through his arms to look up at her skittishly. "There we go. Come on, you take such good care of your hair. Don't go ripping it out."

Kurt let her lower his hands, his icy blue eyes containing a blank stare within them. It worried her. "Kurt, are you all right?"

He just kept staring at her, more like through her she thought.

Carole touched his cheek gently; he didn't even twitch. "Um…sweetie, your dad and Finn will be here. It's nearly time for them to close up the shop. Won't that be nice, hmm?"

His glasz eyes shifted up to look at her, still seeming hazy and a bit far-off. "Can he bring me a grande nonfat mocha?"

Carole chuckled at that, her eyes stinging at how childlike his voice sounded at that moment. "I think he can manage that." She pet his hair once more, kissing his forehead before making her way out of his room.

"Carole?"

"Hmm?"

"On second thought, I'll take a fat one."

Carole let out a laugh at that, shaking her head at Kurt's request. "You got it."

Once she exited the room, Kurt grabbed some tissues from the bedside table, wiping down his face and arms. Wow, he really needed to see about taking a shower before his Dad and Finn arrived. He lay back against his pillows, more than anything wishing Blaine was already there. So he could spoon up behind Kurt, to kiss behind his ear and pet at his flanks until he could sleep peacefully again. Though, since Kurt would have to wait a little longer for that to happen, he turned on his side and hugged one of the pillows to his chest. He'd be all right. After all, Blaine has told him before that he was lucky, and lucky people will always be okay.

Blaine looked out across the airport lobby, his back facing the airport's line to get through security. His two bags filled with his personal items had already made it to the other end of the line, his friend Jeremiah waiting with them on the other side. Blaine sighed then, looking down at his phone to see that it was almost time for them to be boarding. Kurt wasn't coming, was he?

The antsy solider looked back at his friend, who pointedly tapped the face of his watch, and then went back to scanning the airport one last time. He fiddled with the lapel of his army jacket, taking off the matching cap to ring it in his hands. Luckily, people had been kind enough to let him stand off to the side while he waited and continually scanned the airport. Giving the soldier sympathetic looks as they passed.

He sighed after another moment, turning back to the buckets in front of him to place the items from his pockets in them, as well as his belt and shoes.

"BLAINE!"

Blaine froze, hands rigid on his belt buckle. It couldn't.

"Please! Wait!"

The soldier squeezed his eyes shut, cursing his mind for playing cruel jokes on him. It couldn't be anything more than his wishful thinking.

"No, I don't have a ticket."

"I'm not trying to board a plane!"

"I just…I need…can you just let me find my friend? Please?"

"Homeland Security?! What the…what I even do?!"

The last high pitched sentenced that was screeched out was what made Blaine finally turn around. There he was, Kurt. Looking ruffled and haphazard in a wrinkled, white T-shirt and worn jeans. His hair hung over his forehead like he hadn't styled it today, and even from this distance away, he could see how tired Kurt looked. Though, even then, Blaine thought he looked beautiful.

He left his things in the bin, ignoring the security personnel's protest at abandoning his items. Blaine made his way back through the people trying to go through the security line and get to Kurt, who was trying to receive information from one of the ladies behind the counter of the check-in bag area. "Kurt!"

The tired looking male turned towards his name, fresh tears gathering in his red-rimmed eyes at the sight of Blaine coming towards him. "Blaine!"

Kurt pushed himself forward, ignoring the other people in the airport lobby as he all but sprinted towards Blaine. He ignored every protest in his body that wanted to berate him for public displays of affection and just flung himself into Blaine's arms. He felt Blaine let out a whoosh of air as their chests collided, wrapping his arms tightly around the other's neck and even going as far as to wrap his legs around his soldier's waist. Burying his face into Blaine's neck and inhaling the incredibly warm, masculine scent that could only be described as pure BLAINE. He'd let them both collapse to the floor if only it meant he could keep the other man in his arms.

Blaine quickly grabbed a steadying hold onto Kurt, letting out a relieved and breathy chuckle when the taller male's warm body was once again pressed against him. The incredibly public setting and gawking onlookers were the farthest things from both the men's minds. Though, seeing as they were LITERALLY in the middle of the lobby, Blaine carefully walked them back towards a little more secluded corner next to some empty waiting chairs. He leant his back against one of the walls and reached a hand up, coaxing Kurt's face away from the juncture of his shoulder so he could look the other in the eyes, his other hand still supporting Kurt's weight against his own solid frame. "You're here. You're really here."

Kurt sniffed pitifully, having given up on trying to keep moisture from tracking down his cheeks. "I didn't think I'd make it."

Blaine's lips quirked up at the corners, "Well, you did. And I'm…really happy about that."

For a moment, both men just stared at each other. Kurt taking in Blaine's crisp clean-cut appearance, pressed uniform, freshly shaven face, curls trimmed shorter and closer to his scalp. It made him feel self-conscious about his own rolled-out-of-bed disarray, but Kurt couldn't see any disgust or scrutiny in Blaine's eyes, and those nonjudgmental—could also be described as elated—hazel eyes are what broke the last of Kurt's reserves. "I'm sorry." He choked out wetly. "I'm so…so sorry, Blaine. I should have never kicked you out of my apartment. That was so wrong, and petty. I completely overreacted, and I should have understood how hard it must be for you. You tried to tell me, I know now there wasn't really a best time to do it." Kurt was rambling, tears slipping down his face as he kept apologizing to Blaine over and over again.

Blaine wiped his thumb across one of Kurt's cheeks, cradling the paler male's face as he leant into the warm touch, effectively shushing the constant stream of apologies spilling from his lips. "No, Kurt. You have nothing to apologize for."

"But I do! You've been so…so perfect. Amazing to me even, and all I could do was throw it back in your face."

"Kurt…" Blaine chocked out, feeling his own rush of emotion bubble up in him.

"Let me finish." He stressed, glossy blue eyes pleading. "I was mad you, I really was. So mad that I didn't answer any of your phone calls or texts or your emails, and really Blaine, who emails anymore?"

Blaine chuckled wetly, "My bad."

"Hush, I'm not done talking."

Blaine bit back a smile, making the motion of 'zipping his lips' as Kurt glared at the action. Though, when his eyes lost its heat, Blaine knew Kurt was being serious again. "I just…couldn't let the last thing I say to you be…'get out,' of all things. Especially not if…" His lower lip trembled again. "What if that was the last thing I EVER said to you? Just thinking about it kept me up all hours of the night. Rachel said I looked like someone had set fire to my designer wardrobe." Blaine chuckled at that part, sniffing afterwards to keep his own tears at bay. "Last night was the worst, I barely slept anything. At six this morning I finally got some semblance of a nap, but it's like I blinked, a-a-and it was already ten. You told me you f-fly out at noon. That's when…when it really hi-hit me."

Blaine couldn't keep the next sentence from leaving his lips, "What do you mean?"

Kurt hiccupped, his voice trembling as it whispered, "That you could die…you could really die, and I might never see you again." That thought alone caused Kurt to squeeze his limbs tighter around Blaine, once again burying his face in the soldier's neck. The paler boy just wanting to FEEL him, to be certain that Blaine was really there.

Blaine gripped Kurt's shaking body tighter, hugging the other's back just as fiercely. "Oh Kurt…"

"Sergeant Anderson?"

Both men looked over Kurt's shoulder, seeing an airport security guard holding a bucket of Blaine's things. "Sorry to…interrupt, but you're not allowed to leave your personal items unattended." The older gentleman eyed the two of them, brows furrowed as he tried to comprehend what was occurring between the two young men.

Kurt blushed, quickly realizing that, yes, he was indeed in a public place with his arms and legs clung to Blaine's body like some cuddle-whoring octopus. He wriggled uncomfortable, clearing his throat as he extracted his limbs from around the shorter man.

While Kurt was detaching himself from Blaine, the curly haired boy had to stifle a pout. Dammit, he liked cuddly Kurt. At the gentleman's words, Blaine could only nod, taking his offered things from the bin. "I apologize, sir. I didn't…I shouldn't have…"

The guard waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry about it, son. Just don't let it happen again. Also, thank you for all that you do." He stuck out his hand, shaking Blaine's curtly, even if Blaine was still kind of in a daze. "The sacrifices you have to make, the loved ones you have to leave behind. Can't be easy." He let go of Blaine's hand and glanced at Kurt, "And thank you for allowing the one you love defend us." Then he nodded at both them respectfully, "Good day, boys." With that, he walked back over to his station, leaving a stunned Kurt and Blaine staring after him.

Both of the boys blushed fiercely, the 'we're not together' not quite making the journey up their throats. Kurt was the first to break the silence, a light giggle making his shoulders shake. "So…Sergeant Anderson?"

Blaine looked embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as he looked at the ground. "Huh…uh…yeah. I guess."

Kurt grinned fondly, rubbing at his wet cheek with the back of his hand. He let out a breathy laugh, "About…what the guard thought…"

"Oh no, Kurt. This…this is a lot for anyone. I would never want you to feel obligated or…"

Kurt placed a gentle finger over Blaine's lips. "Are you ever going to let me finish talking?" When Blaine mumbled out a 'sorry,' Kurt shook his head affectionately. "And stop apologizing. I think there's been too much of that happening over the last few days anyways. We. Are. Oh-kay." Blaine nodded dumbly, Kurt's finger seeming to burn against his lips pleasantly. "And…I honestly don't know what to tell you."

Blaine reached for Kurt's hand, removing it from his lips and holding it in his warm, firm hands. "That's okay. I'm at a loss myself."

Kurt shivered at how gingerly his hand was cradled, almost reverently. The touch of the fingertips really was something to get excited about. "I just…I know I'm not ready to say goodbye to you."

"Same here." He looked at Kurt's pale hand in between his two tanned hands. "Then, will you do something for me?" He brought the porcelain hand to his lips, kissing each knuckle as he spoke. "Will you write to me?"

Kurt's breath caught, Blaine's lips making his tummy flip uncontrollably. "Uhuh."

Blaine smiled then, a mischievous one that Kurt still hadn't become all that accustomed to yet. "Well…" He looped a finger through one of Kurt's belt loops, pulling the surprised boy in close. The other hand grabbed the back of Kurt's head, yanking the taller boy down to meet Blaine's lips in a desperate kiss. Kurt gasped, mouth parted and pliant as Blaine's lips moved against his quickly. When he pulled back, Kurt's face was flushed. Cheeks pink and lips wet. Blaine licked his lips in response, "Mmm…kiss for good luck."

Kurt couldn't respond, any snarky response having been stifled by Blaine's lips.

"Always gotta get a little luck where I can, 'cause lucky people will always be okay." With that, Blaine's form came to attention. He raised his right hand to his forehead in a salute to Kurt, a cheeky wink following it. "And boy, do I feel lucky."

Kurt huffed, placing his hands over his face as Blaine jogged back towards the security line. Really, WHAT was he going to do about that man?

A/N: So leave a review? Pretty please? :)