A Summer Down Under Chapter 4 Jet Planes, a glee fanfic

A/N: And once more I'm late with my updating. Sorry, I really do try :/

This chapter's a little shorter and mostly fluff, so I hope you enjoy

Maz

PS: I don't own Glee

Chapter 4: Jet Planes

Kurt shivered as a cold puff of air blew over him. Were airports always this cold? The plastic floors, metal seats and dark colour scheme did nothing to calm his nerves. He looked out the window at the huge metal beasts parked alongside the building. How could one of those things manage to stay up in the air?

Not to mention all the security. He'd never seen so many security guards in one place before. They all seemed to have completely emotionless faces, and their eyes constantly moved, scanning the crowd. Only Blaine's presence and help had gotten him through the scanners with no complications. He shivered once more, this time because of a wave of anxiety that washed over him.

Kurt felt a hand grasp his own. Looking over he saw his boyfriend sitting next to him, a book open in his lap and an encouraging smile on his face. The brunette sighed, and lent back in his cold, uncomfortable seat.

"You okay?" Blaine asked, squeezing his hand reassuringly, before letting go. "Cold? Do you need a jacket? Or maybe some coffee?"

"I really just want us to be on our way already," The brunette mumbled.

"Only 30 minutes till boarding time," Blaine said, trying to cheer up the tense boy, but Kurt wasn't soothed. He knew that Blaine didn't understand him. His boyfriend had been flying his whole life and didn't understand the fear that had enveloped his brain. A silence fell between them, and Blaine went back to his book.

After a while Kurt spoke up once more.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah Kurt," The boy in question replied, putting his book down.

"You sure the plane won't crash?" Kurt knew how stupid his question was, but he needed the reassurance.

"Yes Kurt I'm sure," Blaine repeated for the 4th time that day. "There's more chance of dying in a car crash on your way to school than the plane crashing."

"Somehow, that doesn't comfort me." The curly haired boy smiled at the tone of annoyance in Kurt's voice.

Kurt scanned the other passengers sitting around him. The people all seemed off in their own world. There was an old lady knitting what looked like a scarf, a man in a suit texting nonstop on his blackberry, and a young couple sitting not to far from them. His arm was around her, she resting her head on his shoulder, as they talked in hushed tones, flipping through a travel magazine. A wave of jealousy rushed over Kurt. How he wished that Blaine could hold him the same way, comforting him. He quickly shook it off; it was not the time for those thoughts.

Kurt glanced over at Blaine's parents. They were sitting across from them. Alexis was reading a book, just like her son, and Anthony was typing away on his laptop. Whenever Kurt had been around him he was always doing something to do with work. Even at the dinner table Blaine's dad would have his phone sitting next to him. Kurt frowned curiously. Actually there was something strange about Mr. Anderson, the way he never seemed to acknowledge Blaine's presence. He knew he wasn't homophobic, he didn't hate Kurt or act hostile towards him in anyway, but somehow he wasn't fully supporting either.

Kurt was startled out of his train of thought by something touching his ear. Blaine looked at him sheepishly.

"Didn't mean to startle you. Just thought it might calm you down a bit."

Kurt glanced down at his boyfriend's hand and saw that he was holding out a headphone.

"What…"

"Just listen." Blaine interrupted, a small smile on his face.

The brunette just shrugged, and placed the headphone in his ear. The music started a few seconds later. It was calming and Kurt relaxed in his seat.

He said, hello mister, pleased to meet ya

Kurt was shocked, that was Blaine's voice singing. He looked over at his boyfriend, but he was simply sitting there a smug smile on his face. He decided to let it go, for now. He closed his eyes and let the soothing rhythm of the song wash over him.

I wanna hold him, I wanna kiss him

He smelled of daisies, smelled of daisies

He drive me crazy, drive me crazy

Blaine's voice was so smooth, and beautiful. Kurt felt like he could listen to him forever.

Gonna take him for a ride on a big jet plane

Hey hey

Be my lover, my manly river

Can I take ya, take ya higher

Gonna take him for a ride on a big jet plane

Hey hey

Kurt felt tears start to form underneath his eyelids. He couldn't help it; the song was just so powerful. It sank into his mind and awakened something that had been dormant for so long.

Gonna hold ya, gonna kiss ya in my arms

Gonna take ya away from harm

Gonna hold ya, gonna kiss ya in my arms

Gonna take ya away from harm

A feeling he had almost forgotten during his months of suffering at McKinley; complete and utter safety.

Gonna take him for a ride on a big jet plane

Hey hey

Kurt felt a hand cover his own, and he opened his still closed eyes. Looking back at him, with his big brown puppy dog eyes, was his completely amazing, gorgeous and utterly perfect boyfriend. The boy who had gone to the trouble of not only learning a beautiful song for him, but also recording it and putting it on his iPhone so that he could play it for him right when he needed it most. And knowing Blaine he had probably recorded all of the instruments in the song too.

"Kurt are you okay? I didn't mean for it to make you cry," Blaine's voice was so filled with concern, it made Kurt smile.

"They're happy tears," Kurt replied. "And it was absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much." The brunette wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck, and gave him a tight hug.

There was a cough from the seats across from them and Kurt jumped back immediately. Anthony Anderson was looking meaningfully straight at Blaine, but the curly haired boy just glared back. Defiantly, he lent over and kissed Kurt's cheek.

"I'm glad you liked it," He said simply and went back to his book, not acknowledging the death glare his father was giving him. Kurt wasn't sure what had just happened, but he didn't get a chance to ask, as the voice over the loudspeaker informed them that their plane was now ready to board. He shook his head, and felt a bit of the anxiety from before seep back into his mind, he would ask Blaine about it later.

Slowly he stood up and grabbed his bag from beside him. The weight of the stylish leather messenger bag, almost made him stumble.

"You sure you didn't over pack?" Blaine asked sceptically. He hadn't been aloud to look into any of Kurt's luggage.

"Of course I didn't. Everything I packed is all necessary stuff." The brunette gave a disgusted look at Blaine's old raggedy backpack. "I bet you will be borrowing my stuff all holidays, because you'll have forgotten yours."

"Well why do you think I brought you?" Blaine replied teasingly. Kurt gave Blaine his 'Bitch Please' face, and stalked off towards the boarding desk.

He had taken 4 steps when he heard a yelp of pain from behind him.

Turning around, he saw his boyfriend jumping around on one foot, while holding the other one in his hands.

"Damn bag fell on my foot." The suffering boy exclaimed.

"Well, that's what you get." Kurt replied, trying desperately not to laugh at the amusing spectacle.

Kurt walked over to him and grabbed Blaine's bag from the floor.

"Come on, otherwise the plane will leave without us." Grudgingly Blaine placed his sore foot back on the ground, and after a few tender steps he started, slightly limping, to follow his boyfriend.

"What did you have in your bag that hurt your foot so bad anyway?" Kurt asked curiously.

Blaine mumbled something in reply.

"What?"

"My Harry Potter books." Blaine said, slightly louder this time. Kurt stopped mid-track.

"You serious? You couldn't live without them for 6 weeks?"

"They're really good books," Blaine replied, shrugging innocently.

"You are a complete and utter Harry Potter nerd!" Kurt sighed exasperatedly. Blaine just smiled, and gave the waiting stewardess his passport and ticket. Once they had passed the desk and were out of sight, he grabbed Kurt's hand.

"And that's why you love me." He remarked happily.

The Song used in this chapter is called 'Big Jet Plane' By Angus and Julia Stone (I modified the lyrics slightly to fit the story better).