Love in the Air

AN: This is the chapter guys! They have to say goodbye, but it's not for too long. Also there are some date changes throughout, just so you know.

I outlined this story and it looks like it will be 20-25 chapters with an epilogue. I also posted the Anderberry story; it's called Truth, strange title I know. But go check it out if you'd like!

Thanks for the lovely reviews! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, American Airlines, or anything else that looks familiar.

Chapter 14:

December 27th 2018:

"They really weren't kidding about goodbyes being the hardest thing were they?" Kurt chuckled, though it was halfhearted and his blue eyes displayed the sadness that he felt. He was wrapped up in Blaine's arms, dreading having to let go in a few seconds so Blaine and Jeff could go through security and back to LA.

Blaine squeezed Kurt and hugged him a little tighter before he dropped his arms and held Kurt at arm's length, "Hey, we talked about this" Blaine said, holding Kurt's chin with one of his hands, "it's only fifteen days Kurt. You can call me whenever you want and I'll call you as soon as we get back to LA. We'll be fine, okay?" Blaine waited for Kurt to nod before he pulled him back into his arms.

After a few seconds Kurt dropped his arms and took a step back, "You should probably go; I don't want you to be late for your flight."

"You're right, but first..." Blaine surprised Kurt by stepping forward and kissing him in the middle of the airport. Kurt melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck trying to make it last as long as possible.

Blaine was the one to end it, he moved back and pressed one last kiss to Kurt's lips, whispering "bye" into his ear before he turned and walked over to where Jeff was waiting at the entrance to security.

Kurt watched Blaine leave and he felt empty. Thankfully Santana walked up behind him and rested her head on his shoulder, "we should go lover boy, we have a long drive back to Lima."

Kurt nodded and stole one last glance at security gate, waiting until he saw Blaine and Jeff disappear around the corner before he turned and grabbed Santana's hand.

The two walked out of the airport, Santana for once staying silent and Kurt lost in his own thoughts.

It was going to be a long fifteen days.

December 31st 2018:

Kurt's back was pressed up against the side of the plane as Blaine's teeth nipped at the pale skin on his neck before slowly moving upwards until his lips pressed against Kurt's.

A soft whimper escaped Kurt's lips and Blaine responded eagerly pressing their bodies closer. They continued to kiss, all teeth, tongue, and passion. Kurt's hand snaked up Blaine's chest and undid the buttons on his uniform jacket and he pushed it off, neither of them caring as it landed in a pile of wrinkled fabric on the floor. He then undid the first two buttons on Blaine's white shirt to reveal the tan skin on his collarbone.

Blaine's hands were tight on Kurt's hips and the feeling was extremely distracting but Kurt tried to ignore the touch of Blaine's fingertips digging into his hip bone so he could concentrate for a second. After pulling away from Blaine's lips to take a shaky breath, Kurt moved his mouth down to Blaine's tan skin and began to suck a hickey on the tan skin of the pilot's collarbone.

Blaine's head fell back against the wall and he got lost in the sensations of Kurt's lip on the sensitive skin of his neck. Just as Blaine's hand began to trail down Kurt's chest, slowly undoing the button's on his vest….

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Kurt's eyes flew open and in one swift motion he grabbed the alarm clock and threw it across the room. Once it was apparent that no more sounds would be coming from the heap of metal and plastic, Kurt buried his head into his pillow and let out a groan of annoyance.

It was that damn dream again, ever since he and Blaine had said goodbye at the airport, every night Kurt had the same dream. At first it started out innocent, just light kisses and small touches as they walked down the jet way and onto an empty plane. After a few minutes though, one of them got impatient, it was usually Blaine, and things started to heat up.

It wasn't always the same things that happened, but the dream always ended in the same way. As soon as one of their hands would start traveling south of the equator, Kurt's alarm would go off and he would wake up.

Once Kurt's heart rate had returned to normal and he was no longer calling the alarm clock every curse word he could think of, he dragged himself from his bed and went to take a shower.

He had an hour and half before he and Santana were meeting at the airport for their flight to Seattle. They would then have a two hour layover before their return flight back to New York left. Of course they would be back by six in the evening so Kurt would have a lot of time to spend alone in his apartment, on New Year's Eve. If he was lucky, Blaine would be home and they could talk for the night, but so far this day just looked like it was going to suck.

"Could you look a little more depressed Kurt?" Santana asked as she and Kurt walked through the Seattle Tacoma Airport. Their flight had just landed and they had two hours to wait before they returned to New York.

Kurt sighed and ran his hand through his hair, "I'm sorry Santana, it's just…I'm not really having the best day."

"I know" Santana muttered, "you miss Blaine and you're going to be spend New Year's Eve alone and not wrapped in his arms as he passionately kisses you at midnight before you make sweet sweet man love."

Kurt turned so he could glare at Santana, "Not really helping to cheer me up Satan…and since when do you refer to sex as sweet sweet love?"

"God your right! See this is what happens when I'm forced to spend time with you and the Love-struck-pilot! I get all sentimental and, and….shit. Kurt….I think I need to break up with you." Santana gave Kurt her best heartbroken expression and she rewarded with a small smile on Kurt's face.

He rolled his eyes at her before linking their arms together, "Nope, you're not getting rid of me that easily. Besides, I wear the pants in this relationship." Kurt leaned over and kissed Santana's cheek, felling slightly better.

They continued through the airport bantering about who wore the pants, Santana's reasons were rather amusing, until Kurt spotted a familiar head of blonde hair and he stopped abruptly, before pulling Santana forward.

"Jeff!"

A shorter brunette man who was facing Kurt motioned for Jeff to turn around. The blonde pilot spun on his heels and looked around widely for a second before is gaze fell on Kurt and Santana.

"Kurt!" The blonde grabbed the hand of the shorter man who Kurt assumed was Nick and pushed through the people separating them. When Jeff got closer he dropped the other man's hand and pulled Kurt in for a hug.

"Hey man! Long time no see! Are you two working?" Jeff released Kurt and pulled Santana into a hug.

"Yeah, well…we have a small layover and then we will be flying back to New York, what are you doing here? I thought you and Blaine were working tonight." Kurt waited until Jeff was done hugging Santana and had moved to the other man's side before he spoke.

Jeff looked to the brunette then back to Kurt, "Our supervisor gave us the day off. Nick and I- oh, Santana, Kurt, this is my husband Nick," Jeff made a quick introduction; "Nick and I were able to get a flight here last minute. We're visiting his sister Laney and her family. Blaine tried to get a flight to New York but there was nothing open."

Jeff gave Kurt a sympathetic look and Kurt tried to smile back but he couldn't seem to fake the happiness. His day had gone from bad to downright terrible. The worst was that he knew there was a possibility of seeing Blaine but of course it had to get screwed up.

"If it's any consolation he talks about you all time." Nick spoke up giving Kurt a smile as he squeezed his arm, "I automatically knew who you were, just from Blaine's very detailed description of you."

Kurt ducked his head as a blush rose to his cheek, it was flattering that Blaine was talking about him; then again Kurt would probably tell anyone who would listen about Blaine too.

"Wait- you mean Kurt isn't the only one who spends hours moping around and muttering under his breath about stupid distances and counting the days until we come to LA?" Santana put forth a pretty good imitation of Kurt's voice which earned her a nudge in the side.

"God no! Blaine is very chatty, especially when he's upset. I spent a whole flight from LA to Florida -freaking Florida, that is a five hour flight- listening to Blaine talk about your eyes Kurt, don't get me wrong they are lovely, but I can only hear the words 'sparkle' 'beautiful' and 'blue' so many times before I go crazy" Jeff made a show of pulling on his hair to seem more dramatic.

Kurt stood there with his eyes wide, and it became apparent very quickly that he wasn't the only one having trouble with the temporary separation from his boyfriend.

Nick's phone rang and he excused himself as Santana and Jeff continued to rant on about Kurt and Blaine's coping mechanisms.

Kurt pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to Blaine.

I miss you –K xoxo

A few seconds later Blaine texted back.

More than you know, I'm getting on a plane, I'll call you tonight. –B xoxo

Well that was strange, Jeff had just said that they weren't working. Kurt decided not to think into and just assumed that Blaine was going to go fly his personal propeller plane that his grandfather had bought him when he was first learning to fly.

"Hey Jeff, we need to go. Laney is waiting outside. It was nice to meet you both." Nick walked back over and took Jeff's hand.

Jeff gave both Kurt and Santana one last hug. He paused to whisper, "Hang in there, he misses you too" into Kurt's ear. After they said goodbye once more Nick and Jeff walked off towards the front of the airport while Kurt and Santana headed to their next gate.

"Are you sure you don't want to go out with me?" Santana asked as she stopped in front Kurt's car in the airport parking lot. Their flight back to New York was routine as always and Santana had spent most of the time trying to convince Kurt to go out with her that night.

Kurt opened the trunk of his car, placing his bags inside before going over to the driver's door where Santana was standing. "No San, I'm just going to stay home and mope in my sorrows and try to call Blaine. Besides you made it known many times today just how much you…and I quote…'despise my company when I have a stick up my ass, and not the good kind'." He gave her one last look before unlocking the door.

Santana sighed loudly and held out her hand to stop Kurt from opening the door, "Yeah, sorry about that. I know you miss him and maybe I'm just jealous because you at least have a hot pilot boyfriend and I'm just an extremely sexy but somehow lonely tortured soul who has never been in a serious relationship and instead has to resort to one-night stands."

Kurt stepped forward and pulled Santana in for a hug, "I'm sorry. I'll stop complaining about Blaine. Any guy would be lucky you have you Santana. Plus I thought Jeff was going to set you up with someone in LA."

Santana relaxed into Kurt's hold and just let him hold her for a few seconds, "Yeah he his. And you can complain all you want. You put up with my bitchiness, I can put up with your whining. That's what best friends do right?"

Kurt pulled back to look her in the eye, "Of course it is. I love you Santana."

Santana rolled her eyes but broke under Kurt's gaze, "I love you too. Now go home and call up that fine piece of pilot ass." She pressed a sloppy kiss and slapped his side in a gesture that only Santana could make loving.

"Alright, be safe Santana, and call me if you need anything!" Kurt shouted to her as she walked over to her own car. With one last look, Kurt watched Santana drive off before he got into his own car and drove towards home and what was bound to be the most miserable New Year's Eve ever to happen.

With one last step, Kurt cleared the stairs and began the familiar walk towards his apartment. He paused in front of his door and dug around in his pocket until he found his keys and was able to unlock the door.

He walked into the dark apartment, set the keys on the small table by the door and left his suitcase in the corner. Kurt reached for the light switch, flicking on the lights and taking a minute for his eyes to adjust.

Once they did, and he could see clearly, his eyes grew wide and he took a step back in surprise. His hand flew up to his heart which was about to beat out of his chest.

Standing there in the main hallway, not ten feet in front of Kurt was none other than Blaine Anderson. The curly haired man looked dashing in a pair of well fitted jeans, a black vest over a grey shirt, and blue bow tie around his neck. Blaine took a step forward and held out his hands, a goofy smile on his face, "Surprise!"

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