I'll Remember

by PurrfectStories

Kurt is sick in the hospital and his memory is getting worse every day. When he is finally told he needs surgery, Kurt is adamant about waiting until his husband, Blaine, can be there by his side. However, Blaine is a soldier away on active duty. Will he be able to make it home before Kurt's condition takes a turn for the worse? Soldier!Blaine and Tumor!Kurt (Major Character Death)

5. Always

Author's Note: Just popping in to leave another chapter! Hope you guys and gals are well. I appreciate your reviews like you have no idea.

Umm...slow updates, I know, but I come bearing fluff!

Enjoy lovelies!

Song explanation:

Present

Rachel (Bold)

Flaskback

(Brittney) (Parentheses/Bold/Italic)

KURT (UPPERCASE/BOLD/ITALIC)

(KURT & BRITTNEY) (Parenthese/Bold/Uppercase/Italic)

Hope you like it and it makes sense! Let me know if it doesn't!

Again, 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.

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(Chapter 5)

Blaine flopped back against Kurt's bed, sighing happily as he stretched out under the covers, joints popping with his efforts. "Can you believe Santana and Brittney are already discussing kids?"

"Mhmm…" Blaine hummed contently, folding his arms behind his back.

"Not that they'd have them anytime soon, but San's already called dibs on my sperm. Like really? What? She can't do that."

"Satan knows what she wants."

"Hey, my DNA. My decision."

"Absolutely."

"If she wants some Hummel to go with her Lopez, she needs to at least stop calling me Lady."

Blaine yawned, "Agreed."

"Isn't she YOUR friend, anyways? Why didn't she ask for your…little soldiers?" Kurt chuckled at his own joke.

"Mmm…"

Kurt looked over at where Blaine was. Shaking his head fondly when he realized his boyfriend had shut his eyes, most likely close to drifting off to sleep. Well, Kurt couldn't have that, now could he? "Hey!"

"Oof!" Blaine huffed, chuckling tiredly when Kurt jumped on top of him. "How are you still so energetic?"

Kurt giggled, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend sweetly. "It's Valentine's Day. We had oysters, chocolate covered strawberries, and champagne in Central Park. You bought me roses and an adorable teddy bear donned in a tiny army uniform. Then you sang 'Silly Love Songs' to me on the subway platform while we waited for the train to bring us back here. If your intention wasn't to bring me back here and have amazing sex all night long…"

Blaine rolled them over and kissed Kurt before he could finish that sentence, "My intention…was just to give my boyfriend the best Valentine's Day ever. As mind blowing as the sex was—which we will get back to, I promise—I had no ulterior motive for today. Knowing that I made you happy, that I put this breathtaking smile on your face…it's all the motivation I needed." He nuzzled Kurt's nose with his affectionately. "I love you, Kurt Hummel."

Kurt sniffed, smiling shakily through the happy tears springing to his glasz eyes. "I love you too." He put his head back against the pillows and pulled Blaine's head down to rest over his heart. Blaine's hold tightened on Kurt's torso as Kurt's legs came up to wrap around Blaine's lower back. They were content with staying like that for a while, warm sated bodies just basking in the presence of one another. Because eventually, there would come a time when they wouldn't be this close, in touching distance of each other. That's the thought that began to worry Kurt. This day had been so perfect. He never wanted it to end, never wanted Blaine to be anywhere but safe in his arms. "Blaine?"

Blaine hummed, nuzzling his face into Kurt's chest, kissing his pale clavicle sweetly. "Yeah, love?"

"This wasn't…I mean…you didn't do all this to lighten the blow of you telling me that you're going to be deployed again or something, right?"

"…"

"Blaine?"

He groaned into Kurt's chest, "Noooo…please. Can't we talk about this tomorrow? When Valentine's Day is officially over?"

Kurt pushed himself and Blaine into a sitting position, eyeing him warily. "I'm just being silly, right? Y-You're not leaving already."

Blaine hung his head, slowly reaching forward to clasp one of Kurt's pale hands in his. "I didn't want to ruin our first Valentine's Day together…"

"Oh God, I knew this day was too good to be true." Kurt put both hands over his face, chocking on a sob before pushing both his hands through his unruly sex hair. "You're not leaving in a couple days again, are you?"

"No! No, God…Kurt. We were just told this last week and we won't be shipping out for at least another few weeks, but…"

"But…?"

"But we're…getting ready. I have to make sure my guys are good to head out. It's why I've been a little busier. I'm sorry. I just couldn't ruin today with that type of news." Blaine explained, giving Kurt a sympathetic look.

Kurt closed his eyes tightly, snuggling into Blaine's strong body when he pulled him in for a hug, "It's not fair. You can't go…you haven't…we have…it's not enough TIME. I need more time with you."

"Oh, baby. It's gonna be okay. Everything is gonna be okay."

"How long are you going to be deployed this time?" Kurt asked, not feeling at all reassured when Blaine held onto him tighter. "Please, not another year."

Blaine buried his nose into Kurt's hair, inhaling the smell of his dissipating cologne and sex deeply. "Fucking two years, babe…"

Kurt jerked back, eyes wide and shining. "No…"

Blaine's hazel orbs were tearing up now too, a mixture of glassy jade and honey. "I know."

"I won't see you for TWO YEARS?!" Kurt shrieked. Blaine nodded solemnly, not knowing how to comfort the man he loved. "What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to be without you for two whole years?! Is it…is it at least a peace keeping mission like the last one?" When Blaine just gave him another sad look, Kurt nearly lost it. "You son of a bitch. You SON of a BITCH! How dare you? How dare you to this to me?!" Kurt was smacking Blaine in the chest now, damn near slapping at him until he almost fell off the bed.

Blaine caught Kurt's hands, making the hysterical man look at him. "What! What did I do?!"

"Give me the best day of my life less than a MONTH before you have to leave me…for TWO WHOLE YEARS!" He shoved Blaine's hands away, hastily grabbing a pair of pants and pulling them up his legs. "I want you out. Get out of my bed, get out of my apartment!" Kurt gathered up a pile of clothes, not even sure if they were his or Blaine's. "Here! Take your stuff and leave, right now!"

"Kurt, wait…"

"No, no, I can't deal with this. Just get out." He shoved the pile of clothes at Blaine, pushing the soldier out of his bedroom, out of the hallway, and past the living room. Kurt opened the apartment door and shoved a shocked looking Blaine outside.

"I…"

Kurt slammed the door in his face, placing his hands against it and his forehead.

…

…

…

Less than a minute later he was opening the door, looking at a very confused and still very naked Blaine. He wordlessly grabbed Blaine's hand and led him back inside. The two of them finding themselves back in Kurt's bed, holding each other in a fierce grip and trying not to shed tears in front of the other. "I'm sorry."

Blaine chuckled, "Are you going to throw me out every time I tell you I have to leave?"

Kurt made an indignant noise; tangling their legs together so every part of them was touching. "If I have to deal with you going off and risking your life…then you have to deal with me loosing my shit because of it. I love you. I won't apologize for freaking out."

Blaine placed his chin atop Kurt's head, rubbing a hand up and down his lover's back. "I guess that's fair."

"Though, I am sorry I threw you out without any clothes on."

"There is a buck naked picture of my ass on Instagram right now. Courtesy of the girl who lives next door." Blaine thought for a moment. "Asstagram."

Kurt snorted humorlessly against Blaine's neck, then he craned back to look him in his hazel eyes. "I'm going to miss you."

Blaine pursed his lips, "I'm going to miss you too."

"I-I love you…so much." Kurt's voice quivered.

"I love you too." Blaine swallowed thickly.

"Now, I'm not going to be like those other army girl/boy friends. I'm not going to whine and cry and beg you not to go."

Blaine chuckled, "Why?"

Kurt wiped at his wet eyes, "And make this harder for you than it already is? How selfish would that be?"

Blaine's mouth opened and closed a few times in response, awe written all over his face. "God, how are you this amazing? This strong? You just…blow me away."

Kurt laughed dryly, burying his face back in Blaine's neck. "Maybe because I need to tell you something too?"

Blaine ticked his head to the side. "What is it?"

"I was going to wait until after Valentine's Day too…"

"You know you can tell me anything."

Kurt took a deep, steadying breath. "I got offered a job."

"Really? That's GREAT!" Blaine sat up and made Kurt look at him. "Why would you want to wait till after Valentine's Day? This is wonderful news. We should be celebrating!"

"You don't understand. The job…I was offered a teaching job, for fashion majors."

"Oooh, Professor Hummel. I like it."

"That's not—"

"Let me guess…Columbia?"

"No, Blaine—"

"NYU?"

"Can you just—"

"Was it Brooklyn?"

"Listen to me!"

Blaine stopped, frowning at Kurt's exasperated tone. "What's wrong?" Kurt bit his lower lip, running his hands through his hair just to bide his time. A nervous tick Blaine noticed Kurt did. "Babe, it's ok."

"No, it's not. This job is amazing. It has benefits."

"Well, that's good."

"No…Blaine, it's…" Kurt sighed. "It's at OSU."

Blaine tilted his head, "Is that…like in the Bronx or something?"

"Ohio. State. University."

Blaine stared for a moment, blinking slowly. "Like…Ohio? OHIO, Ohio?"

Kurt nodded solemnly, "An old high school acquaintance works for the Fashion and Retail Studies department there. She remembered I got a degree in fashion and interned at Vogue. A phone call, an e-mailed resume, and a Skype interview later…they offered me a teaching position."

"That's—"

"Now, before you say anything. I haven't accepted quite yet—though, God knows my dad and Carole are hounding me to do so—and it's not like they offered me tenure—"

Blaine placed his hand over Kurt's mouth, effectively cutting off the paler boy's ramblings. "Kurt, this is absolutely amazing news. I couldn't be more proud of you."

Kurt's eyes widened, 'you are?' He mumbled behind Blaine's hand.

Blaine snorted, pulling Kurt back down with him so they could cuddle. "Yes. It's not like I care what job you have, but if this job sounds like something you might be interested in, I support you 100%."

Kurt shuffled closer to Blaine, hooking a leg over his hips. "But what about New York? You're stationed here."

"We'll…cross that bridge when we come to it. 'Who lives where' sounds like a talk we should deal with after I get back. So until then, go to Ohio. Take the job. End of story."

"I guess you're right. Just promise you're going to come back!" Kurt shouted, poking Blaine in the chest pointedly.

"Of course I will." Blaine said, kissing Kurt on the forehead.

"If anyone dare harms a hair on my soldier's head…" He warned. Blaine laughed lightly at his angry kitten of a boyfriend, grabbing his face with both hands so Kurt could look at him.

"Kurt, know that I will always, ALWAYS, come back to you."

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*CRASH*

"Finn!" Carole scolded, then covered her mouth in horror as a side table turned over and a vase smashed to the floor.

"Did you really think I wasn't going to punch your face in when I saw you?!" Finn shouted, pinning Cooper against the wall with his forearm pressing against the older male's neck.

"Stop it! Stop it right now!" Sharon pleaded, not understanding what was happening.

Cooper grunted, kneeing Finn in the stomach and then head-butting him when his hold loosened on his neck. He coughed and cleared his throat once he was free. "Are you insane? What the…do I even know you?!"

Finn held his left eye as it throbbed, snarling at the self-proclaimed pretty boy. "Yeah, I'm the guy who's girlfriend you slept with!"

"WHAT?!"

Finn lunged at Cooper again, but before he could get anywhere, security guards ran over to hold him back, and then Cooper for good measure. "Let me go!"

"This backwater hillbilly attacked me first. Why am I being restrained?!"

"I am this close to knocking that smug attitude off your pampered face!"

"Oh, what are you gonna do Sasquatch? Fall on me like the massive tree trunk you are?"

"That's it!" This time, both males struggled against their holds, kicking and cursing at each other for a reason no one was really sure about.

"Are you joking, right now?!" Quinn screeched as she entered the waiting area. She stalked over to the two immature men and said to the security guards, "Let them go."

"But Dr. Fabray—"

"It's fine. I said let them go."

Warily, the officers looked at one another, but despite the situation, they trusted Dr. Fabray's judgment. Once they let go of the still very pissed off looking young men, Quinn harshly held onto one of their ears. "Ow, ow, ow, ow! Quinn, what the hell?"

"Ah, ah, Doctor Woman! Knock it off! These ears are patented!"

Quinn just yanked on their ears again, glaring disapprovingly at both supposed grown men. "I just finished making sure your stepbrother—who is your brother-in-law by the way—didn't asphyxiate during his seizure. Then I come out here to tell you guys that he's fine, he's resting now, and I find you two grappling at each other like un-evolved Neanderthals!"

Both males winced, sinking to their knees when Quinn kept pulling on their ears. "Kurt is fighting like hell in there and you two are acting like children. Last time I checked, this was not the pediatrics ward!" She twisted their ears slightly, they both hissed. "I literally could not care less about why you two are acting like such brats, but you will bring NONE of that around my patient. If either of you wants to stay, I suggest you two suck it up, and get along, or so help me I will knock you both out myself!" She tugged on their ears when they didn't respond. "Do you understand me?!"

"YES!" They both shouted.

Quinn squeezed their ears once more, only letting go to put her hands on her hips as they whined and griped about their sore ears. She turned to the rest of the very impressed looking Hummel-Anderson family. "You may see Kurt now if you wish, but he's asleep, and I don't want anyone waking him up. Understand?"

They all nodded quickly.

She turned back to the boys, "As for you two…"

Finn quickly stood up, "I'm sorry, Quinn. I really am. I promise, no more fighting. Ju-Just let me see my brother, please?"

Quinn sighed, patting Finn on the shoulder. "Fine." Then she looked at Cooper, who had stood and was not dusting off his expensive looking jeans. "And you?"

Cooper snorted, "Like I said, I'm here for Kurt. As long as Gigantor over there keeps his mitts to himself, I'll do the same."

Quinn nodded, "All right. Everyone follow me, please. And hushed tones, he needs his rest." She motioned for the two families to follow her, coming to the sliding glass door and frowning when she stepped inside. "Rachel, only family is allowed to see him!" She whispered at her harshly.

Rachel sniffed as she stared at the bed, taking in her former best friend's weak looking form. His hair was wet, and it was obvious the bedding had been changed. They had cleaned him up before letting his family back in to see him. If Kurt were conscious, he'd probably be grateful of that. "I-I just…I heard about…and I couldn't just…Cooper was already…" She opened her double-breasted coat and threw it behind her, Cooper huffing when it slapped him square in the face.

Finn, of course, found this hilarious. Though, once he caught a good look at Rachel, he couldn't help but feel something in chest react to her. She was wearing a black silk-chiffon cocktail dress that ended mid-thigh, and had a deep V down the front and the back. God, Finn thought she was as beautiful as ever. "Rachel, why are you here?"

She turned to him; brown eyes watery and tears escaping down her cheeks. "Hi, Finn. Um…I…" Rachel turned back towards Kurt, feeling a sob wretch from her throat.

Cooper sighed, folding the coat over his arm and reaching into one of the pockets for her embroidered handkerchief. "Here."

"Do you really have to flaunt your relationship in front of me like that?" Finn sneered, not able to help himself.

Cooper froze, looking at Finn with a perplexed look. "What?"

Finn snorted, "Don't act so innocent. If you want me not to punch you, knock off…" He made a gesture between Rachel and Cooper. "…whatever THAT is."

"What? Is that what your deal is?" Finn nodded slowly, not so sure about his answer anymore. "I'm not into Streisand wanna-be's. In fact, even if I did find her attractive, her completely controlling, self-centered, and self-proclaimed stardom personality would kill any amount of sexiness she might have." He shoved Rachel's jacket at Finn. "I play Nick Arnstein in 'Funny Girl' on Broadway. Lead, opposite your little girlfriend, and I have been wanting to shoot myself in the foot ever since." Copper finished, throwing his hands in the air.

Finn stared at Cooper for a moment, everyone in the room now sitting in their own respective chairs and staring at the two intently. Even Queen, who was on the bed and snuggled into Kurt's side like before, had his head tilted towards the two men. As if he was waiting for Finn's response as well. Finn furrowed his brows together; opening his mouth as if to respond to him, but then turned his attention back to Rachel. "So…you two didn't sleep together the weekend I couldn't come up to visit you?"

Rachel laughed wetly, shaking her head at the question even though her eyes never left Kurt. "Yeah…I lied."

"Thank you!" Cooper shouted gleefully, but then shrank in on himself when he noticed Quinn giving him the death glare from where she was watching the room outside by the nurse's station. She wasn't above giving the family some privacy with Kurt, but after that seizure, Quinn wanted to keep a close eye on her friend. He mouthed, 'my bad,' before shuffling off to sit in his own chair.

Finn gaped at her, "H-How? Why? You…"

Rachel shook her head, "Can we just put that aside for now? I didn't come all this way for us. I came for him." She stepped closer to Kurt's bed, sitting down on the side of the mattress and taking one of his hands. Rachel frowned at their clammy feel, looking up at Kurt's face and watching as his eyes moved back and forth behind his eyelids. She smiled sadly, hoping that whatever he was dreaming about was something good, something that made him happy. "I mean…what can I say? He's the Glinda to my Elphaba. No matter what stupid, STUPID, fight we had…he's my best friend. I can't NOT be here for him."

Her voice croaked towards the end, despite the fact that Kurt and her hadn't spoken in years, no one had the heart to throw her out. Kurt needed people that cared about him around, and it was obvious that Rachel did care about Kurt. Burt sighed; this day had become more exhausting than he wanted it to be. "You know you're always welcome here, Rachel."

Rachel put a hand over her mouth, almost squeaking with happiness. She composed herself after a minute, rubbing a finger under one of her eyes before smiling slightly at Kurt. "Well, sorry I look as dreadful as I do. But then again, you're probably enjoying that little fact." Queen stood up and circled around himself a few times, before settling back down on the bed. He nosed one of Kurt's arms with his muzzle, burrowing under it until he got it rested on his furry neck. Then he laid his scruffy head on Kurt's stomach, whining when his human didn't scratch behind his ears like normal. Rachel cleared her throat. "You remember when we went to New York in high school?"

It was as if she expected Kurt to answer.

"Sure you do, and I bet you remember when we broke into that Broadway theatre." She chuckled.

"What?" Burt asked.

Rachel ignored him, "Remember that song we sang? The one on stage?"

Kurt, of course, didn't answer.

"Of course you do. How about we sing it, huh? Bring a little sunshine into this dreary hospital room, would you like that?" She asked.

"Rachel, I don't think—" Burt was cut off by Carole's hand on his arm. His wife shook her head at him, letting him know Rachel should be left to her one-sided conversation. People needed to cope in their own way.

She giggled, patting Kurt's hand and moving some damp hair out of his eyes. "All right, I'll start. Normally I charge for this sort of thing, but for you I'll make an exception."

They should tell her stop.

They really should.

I'm limited

Just look at me

I'm limited

And just look at you, you can do all I couldn't do

Glinda

But no one did.

So now it's up to you

For both of us

Now it's up to you

Rachel poked Kurt's arm, "Your turn, Kurt."

No response.

"Come on, you can't still be mad at me." Rachel chuckled shakily, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "For old time's sake. Listen, like this."

I've heard it said

That people come into our lives for a reason

"See? Easy."

Bringing something we must learn

And we are led

To those who help us most to grow

If we let them

And we help them in return

"Okay, and…sing!" Rachel said.

Finn looked away from the bed, not even he could hold in his silent tears.

Cooper shuffled uncomfortable in his chair. Yeah, okay, he didn't exactly love Rachel, but he didn't hate her THAT much. This…no one should ever have to go through this.

"Kurt, please…I said I was sorry." Rachel whispered, lower lip quivering. "Why won't you sing with me?"

Sharon hiccupped on a cry in the corner, gripping her husband's hand for comfort. Wilson was no better, misty eyes trained on the tiled floor.

"Okay, I was wrong. I was so wrong back then. I should have supported you in your relationship with Blaine. I should have supported your decision to go and teach at OSU, but…but…" She sucked in a sharp breath, shutting her eyes tightly before opening them again. "But you know how self-centered I can be sometimes. That's why we're such good friends. We keep each other grounded, you know?" She sniffed slightly, letting the tears leak from her eyes. "I guess you didn't need me as much as I needed you. I mean why would you? People actually like you." She chuckled, clasping Kurt's hand in both of hers. "So can you please forgive me?"

Burt hung his head, gripping the ball cap he wore in a tight fist. Why was everything so unfair for his kid?

"Kurt? Kurt okay, okay, you don't need to sing with me. J-Just tell me we're best friends, that we've always been best friends." Rachel stared at Kurt's face, loosing hope with every second. "Or tell me to shut up. You love telling me that. You're the only one I will EVER tolerate those words from." She pleaded.

Carole kept wiping furiously at her eyes, rubbing Burt's back when he hunched over. Almost breaking when she felt his back shake with how much effort he was holding in his emotions.

Rachel crawled on the bed next to Kurt, putting her head on his chest and crying into it. "I'll do anything, ANYTHING. Just please don't leave me. You're my one, true friend, Kurt. Y-Y-You're like…a handprint…on my heart." Rachel was blubbering now, her words muffled as she buried her face in Kurt's clothed chest. "And now…whatever way our stories…end." She looked up at Kurt, gripping the pale hand in hers tighter. "I know you have re-written mine…by being my…friend."

Kurt lay still on the bed, his chest moving steadily under Rachel's head. He was still very much unconscious, and his form gave no indication that he was aware of what Rachel had said. There wasn't a dry eye in the room, and for once, Rachel couldn't care less about that. She held onto his torso tighter, the comforting rise and fall of his chest the only thing letting her know that Kurt was fine. Kurt was still alive.

Because he was dreaming.

He was remembering.

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Once again, Blaine was left waiting at the airport. It was still early, but he thought for certain Kurt was going to be there already. Sure, he still hated the idea of saying goodbye to Blaine, but that didn't mean he just wasn't going to show up, did it?

No.

NO.

Though, when he looked around at all his friends and co-workers saying goodbye to their loved ones, he couldn't help but sigh and wonder. Maybe Kurt couldn't deal with a second goodbye.

"Hey, Wonder Twin. What's got your thong all wadded up?" Santana chirped. Blaine snorted, shouldering his bag higher and still staring out across the waiting area, eyes still searching for Kurt. Her eyebrows rose, "Wow, really? No Satan comment? Or lez-be-honest joke?" Blaine shrugged. She sighed and rolled her eyes, "Look, don't worry too much about it. He probably had to do something for that professor job of his. Brittney ain't here neither. She got held up in a meeting with her wedding planner. They'll be here."

Blaine smiled slightly, "You're really letting her plan the whole thing, huh?"

It was Santana's turn to snort, "I personally could not care less. All I said was, no daffodils, no fugly dresses, there better be some pigs in a blanket, and booze." Blaine raised an eyebrow. She shrugged, "What? My abuela's coming. She may be coming around to me being gay, but the last thing she wants to do is sit in a church and watch two lesbians get married without being totally smashed. As long as she's there, I'm totally fine with it."

Blaine was about to comment on that, but a familiar voice stopped him. "Hey, Squirt!" He groaned when he heard it. "Aww…look at my baby bro, all proper in his Sargent uniform."

He rolled his eyes, "Hey, Coop. Come to see me off?"

Cooper smiled, "Actually, I came to give Santana a little something."

"We've been over this. I will not sleep with you. You look like a creepy version of Eric from 'The Little Mermaid.' " She deadpanned.

Cooper blinked, then huffed. "Woman, just go outside!"

"What? No, I…"

"Either you can walk to the parking lot on your own, or I will carry you."

"Touch me and I shoot you."

"Santana!"

"Fine!" She shrugged off her bags and stalked out to the parking lot, muttering obscenities about Cooper the entire way.

Blaine tilted his head, "Remind me how you get dates again…"

Cooper rolled his eyes, "Shut up. Just follow me. You're gonna wanna see this too."

"Lead the way…Eric." Blaine snickered, dropping his bags and following Cooper towards the parking lot.

His brother flipped him the bird, exiting the airport and finding Santana standing in the middle of the lot. She had her arms crossed over her chest, and her boot tapping out an 'I'm waiting' rhythm. "Well?"

Cooper just smirked at her, pulling out a small remote from his leather jacket pocket. Needless to say, both Santana and Blaine were confused. Until…

(Our love runs deep like a Chevy)

(If you fall I'll fall with you baby)

('Cause that's the way we like to do it)

(That's the way we like)

Santana quickly turned on her heels, eyes widening in surprise at what she saw.

(You run around open doors like a gentleman)

(And tell me, "Girl, every day you're my everything.")

('Cause that's the way you like to do it)

(That's the way you like)

The Latina put her hands over her mouth, staring in awe at her fiancé as she danced out from behind one of the cars. Brittney was singing into a microphone, the music coming from speakers somewhere in the parking lot.

(Just a little West Coast, and a bit of sunshine)

(Hair blowing in the wind, losing track of time)

(Just you and I, just you and I)

(Whoa, whoa)

By this time, some people had started spilling from the airport waiting area. They had smiles on their faces, everyone watching the performance with their spouses and children.

(No matter how far we go,)

(I want the whole world to know)

(I want you bad, and I won't have it any other way)

(No matter what the people say,)

(I know that we'll never break)

('Cause our love was made, made in the USA)

(Made in the USA, yeah)

Brittney blew a kiss to her fiancé, and then made a grand gesture to direct everyone's attention to somewhere behind her.

YOU'RE ALWAYS READING MY MIND LIKE A LETTER

WHEN I'M COLD, YOU'RE THERE LIKE A SWEATER

'CAUSE THAT'S THE WAY YOU LIKE TO DO IT

THAT'S THE WAY YOU LIKE

Kurt had come out from behind the same car Brittney had, singing into a similar looking microphone as he serenaded his soldier.

I'LL NEVER EVER LET THE WORLD GET THE BEST OF YOU

EVERY NIGHT WE'RE APART, I'M STILL NEXT TO YOU

'CAUSE THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE TO DO IT

THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE

Cooper smiled at his little brother's face. Blaine was absolutely beaming. It was definitely worth the trouble of 'borrowing' all the equipment from his job. Plus, Kurt was good for Blaine. They…complimented each other.

WE TOUCH DOWN EAST COAST

DINNER ON THE SKY RISE,

WINTER IS THE BEST TIME FOR WALKING ON THE CITY LIGHTS

YOU AND I, YOU AND I

WHOA, WHOA

Blaine came up to stand next to Santana, both of them feeling overwhelmed and absolutely loved.

NO MATTER HOW FAR WE GO,

I WANT THE WHOLE WORLD TO KNOW

I WANT YOU BAD, AND I WON'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY

NO MATTER WHAT THE PEOPLE SAY

I KNOW THAT WE'LL NEVER BREAK

'CAUSE OUR LOVE WAS MADE, MADE IN THE USA

Kurt grasped the hand Brittney wasn't using to hold her microphone, and then waved to Blaine where he was standing next to Santana.

'CAUSE BABY I'LL BITE THE BULLET

AND TAKE THE BLOW FOR LOVE

WHOA OH OH, OUR LOVE WAS MADE IN THE USA

Blaine chocked on what he must assume was a sob. No one had ever done something as wonderful as this for him. There were literally no words worthy enough to fathom how much he deeply loved Kurt.

MADE IN THE USA

(Made in the USA)

Kurt and Brittney looked at each other, both smiling at one another before skipping towards their respective soldiers.

(NO MATTER HOW FAR WE GO,)

(I WANT THE WHOLE WORLD TO KNOW)

(I WANT YOU BAD, AND I WON'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY)

(NO MATTER WHAT THE PEOPLE SAY)

(I KNOW THAT WE'LL NEVER BREAK)

('CAUSE OUR LOVE WAS MADE, MADE IN THE USA)

(MADE IN THE USA, YEAH)

Blaine and Santana both laughed in surprise, not expecting their lovers to grab them and twirl them in a parking lot.

MADE IN THE U.S.

(Made in the U.S.)

Kurt and Blaine came to a stop in the middle of the parking lot, foreheads pressed together intimately.

MADE IN THE U.S.A.

The couples kissed, along with most of the people saying goodbye at the airport. Applause was given to the two singers, but that wasn't their main concern. It was their loved one leaving that held all their focus. "H-How?"

Kurt giggled, "Me and Britt had to find something to keep us occupied while our soldiers were off working hard on base." He wiped Blaine's cheeks, chuckling wetly when he realized they were becoming wet. "Hey, why are you crying?"

Blaine shook his head at the question, feeling more moisture gather in his hazel eyes. "I just love you…that's all. And I want to kick myself because I feel like I haven't expressed that enough to you. Not in the amount of time we've had together, not as well as you did just now."

Kurt shushed Blaine and his nonsense. "Blaine Devin Anderson, how dare you think that way? You…have made me feel more love in five months, than I have ever felt with any other man. Being away from you…will be the hardest thing I will ever do, but I can get through it, because I know…I know we're going to be together again."

Blaine sniffed, grabbing the back of Kurt's head and kissing him passionately. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you are the most amazing man I have ever met. It's a privilege to be captivated by you. It's an honor to be loved by you."

"Stop. Stop talking. If you say one more perfect thing to me, I am not going to be able to let you go. You hear me? Just one more kiss, one more kiss and then you have to go."

Blaine nodded, kissing Kurt with every fiber of his being, tears cascading down his cheeks as he did so. "I'll call when I can." Kiss. "I'll Skype when I can." Kiss. "I'll write you every chance I get with whatever I can manage to write with."

Kurt kissed Blaine again, throwing his arms around his neck to bring them closer. "Me too. God, me too. I'll write you every day." Kiss. "Twice a day." Kiss. "For two years, until the day I can do this again."

Blaine nodded, hugging Kurt to him tightly and desperately. "You move me in ways I never thought possible."

Kurt giggled, pushing Blaine away playfully. "All right, get a move on soldier boy. I'll be here when you get back."

Blaine smiled, "Promise?"

"Always."

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A/N: Snippets from Wicked's 'For Good' and the second song was Demi Lovato's 'Made in the USA.' Please leave a review on your way out! :D

P.S. We can hold hands and cry together during Cory's tribute episode.