A/N: Oh my galloping grandmothers there are actual people reading this story! :O I honestly never thought people would read this, let alone add it to their alerts; and then to see that I have a lot more than just my friends on here's views is just... wow. Thank you to everyone for taking the time to read this, add it to your alerts and review it means (as cheesy as this will sound) the world to me so thank you very much!
(By the way I am British not American so if there are any phrases or words used that sound too British-y please let me know)
This chapter is a bit more drama-filled than the last but I hope you like it :).
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Now onto chapter two!
It was still dark outside when Kurt became faintly aware of a loud beeping sound a metre away from his head. Groaning, he hit at the alarm clock with his eyes still closed and managed to shut it off. But now Kurt was awake at the crack of dawn, a fact he hated. Opening one eye, Kurt glanced blearily at the clock before falling back into his duvet; it was three thirty in the morning, it wasn't even dawn yet! Why in the world did Rachel book the flight to Barbados for six in the morning? Kurt knew for a fact that there'd been another one at 2:00pm but according to Miss-there's-no-such-thing-as-too-early if they had gotten the afternoon flight they'd have arrived stupidly late at night and would have woken up the next day cranky and jet-lagged thanks to the time difference. The only thing that had made Kurt agree to the 6:00am was the thought of possibly missing out on his moisturising routine since if they arrived too late he'd be too tired to do it to his usual standards, therefore his skin would suffer and if there was one thing he could not abide it was clogged pores.
Kurt cursed Rachel as he hurried through his moisturising routine and got changed into a casual-but-not-too-casual-since-he-was-Kurt-Freaking-Hummel outfit. Feeling slightly more awake he double-checked his hand-luggage and suitcase before creeping downstairs (his dad was still sleeping like a normal person would be at this godforsaken hour) and picking up his passport, plane ticket and related documents from the counter. Kurt smiled for the first time that morning when he looked at his ticket and remembered how the idea for this holiday had come about.
A few months ago, a week before Rachel's birthday, her dads asked her what she wanted and Rachel, being Rachel, had replied with "Broadway tickets for Wicked, a personal concert from Barbara Streisand and money and tickets to go on a tropical Caribbean holiday with some of my friends!" And although her dads were fairly wealthy it wasn't surprising (at least not to Kurt) when they'd made a compromise. Their reply to Rachel's request had been something along the lines of "Okay, how about this then sweetie: pick one of those three presents and we'll get it for you"
As expected Rachel had sulked for a day that she couldn't have all three of her wishes, but after her dads also promised her more knee socks and gold stars she finally agreed. Rachel had thought about it long and hard, making an essay's worth of pros and cons for each birthday present, before finally settling on the tropical holiday.
"If we go when school's out for the year then it can be a double celebration of my greatness and the temporary break from the meatheads at McKinley!" Had been her reasoning for the choice. And although her explanation had convinced Mercedes that was why she wanted to go to Barbados, Kurt knew better. It was times like these that made him love Rachel since he knew the trip was just as much for his benefit as hers. If it weren't for Glee (Rachel and Mercedes in particular) Kurt would have broken down a long time ago. He would have given up on everything he loved and become a mere shadow of who he used to be; but even with his friends it was hard to stay positive all the time, especially when Kerofsky terrorised him as often as he did. Although they couldn't do much about the bullying - besides the Glee guys on the football team offering to be his bodyguards in the hallways - it was nice just to have people who cared.
Kurt slipped his ticket and passport into his satchel, left a quick note of goodbye for his dad and then left the house for the silent streets of Lima.
The surrounding houses were silent from within, all curtains drawn shut and the only sound that filled the air was of an early-rising bird nestled in a tree nearby. Being careful to quieten his steps, Kurt walked to his car, got in and pulled out of the driveway. It only took a few minutes to drive to Brittany's house and during the short journey Kurt sat in a peaceful silence; but what he was greeted by was anything but peaceful. What he saw as he drove closer to the scene was Brittany running out of the house with Lord Tubbington under one of her arms and a bulging suitcase in the other, while Santana stood by Brittany's car looking extremely wound-up. Kurt braced himself for a lot of yelling as he parked his car and got out to see what was going on.
"Brit you can't take Lord Tubbington to Barbados!" Santana shouted.
"But Lord Tubbington's always wanted to go to Africa!" Brittany replied just as haughtily as she stroked her cat, her hold on him growing more protective as Santana glared resentfully at him.
"Barbados is in the Caribbean not Africa, Brit" Kurt called out as he walked over to the two girls.
"Dolphin!" Brittany cried, carefully dropping Lord Tubbington onto the pavement as she gave Kurt a hug.
"So what's the matter Satan?" Now Santana scowled at him, her eyes dark and dangerous.
"Sanny won't let me bring Lord Tubbington to Barbados" Brittany explained dejectedly. Seeing her (secret) girlfriend so sad made Santana's expression soften.
"I wish you could Brit but pets aren't allowed at the hotel we're staying at; it's against the rules" she said gently."But we'll send him a postcard okay?" Brittany gave a sniff but nodded, a wan smile gracing her pretty face.
"Good, now that you've kissed and made up we need to get to the airport before Rachel throws a tantrum at us for being late" At 'kiss and make up' Santana uncharacteristically blushed while Brittany was too busy giving Lord Tubbington instructions on how to order pizza for himself and how to feed his pet frog The Duke of Lollipops to notice. Kurt smirked at Santana's reaction and rolled his eyes fondly at Brittany's.
He helped the latter put her stuff into her car before, heart sinking at who he had to sit next to, slipping into the driver's seat of his own car.
"Hasta la vista shitty Ohio!" Santana yelled out of the car window ten minutes later.
"Satan get your ass back in your seat before you wake the whole of Lima up!" Kurt hissed. He couldn't for the life of him think why he'd allowed Rachel to allow Santana to invite herself and Brittany on the holiday. Although it was obvious Santana cared about Brittany she was crude and offensive to everything else with two legs. Brittany on the other hand was a sweet, though very ditsy, girl and Kurt couldn't think why she would like Santana in thatway, let alone at all; especially when the Latina was so stubborn that no one was to find out about their relationship. She even spent most of her at school time flirting (and sometimes more) with guys from the football team to keep up her heterosexual front, an act that Kurt knew Brittany didn't understand why since, being the innocent that she was, she never thought anyone would be mean to someone just because of who they love. Another thing he knew was that this holiday was really an excuse for Santana to spend time with Brittany without the world knowing about it. Wanting to stay in the closet Kurt could understand, as after a particularly bad day he'd often wished he'd done that; but being ashamed to be seen with someone as sweet and kind as Brittany just sickened him.
"Keep your knickers on Porcelain I was just showing some feeling" Santana replied, sitting back down as she watched Brittany driving behind them in the rear-view mirror.
The whole group (including Rachel and Mercedes) had agreed a few days before that Rachel and Mercedes would take Rachel's car to the airport since they lived the closest, while Kurt (much to his annoyance) found himself playing the role of Santana's chauffeur. This of course left Brittany to tail them to the airport so she didn't get lost. Everyone had been concerned at the prospect of leaving her behind the steering wheel, but Brittany explained that all of the other seats in her car were covered in jelly since she'd been trying to catch the baby flies in her car to feed them to The Duke of Lollipops. No one really knew what to say to that, so it was agreed Brittany should drive alone.
"While you're showing your feelings why don't you show your feelings for Brittany?" Kurt murmured quietly. But apparently not quite quiet enough.
"What's that supposed to mean Hummel?" Santana said sharply. Her dark, carefully made-up eyes were no longer on Brittany (who had just made a U turn out of a small field of cows) and were on Kurt, narrowed and threatening.
"Exactly what I said" Kurt replied.
Santana sat there scowling at him for a full minute, the air around them heated with anger from both sides, before retorting in a low, menacing growl.
"Let's get one thing straight-"
Kurt snorted with laughter which caused her, if it was possible, to grow more murderous.
"You don't know what you're talking about Porcelain so keep your goddamn nose out of other people's business!" He could practically see steam billowing out of Santana's ears but he wasn't exactly calm either.
"Brittany deserves better" Without warning Santana reached over and pulled the car to a sudden halt, ignoring the green traffic light in front of them.
"Satan what the-" Kurt was cut off by a sharp rap to the head with an fragrant bottle.
"Did you just hit me with a perfume bottle?"
"Hell yes I did!"
"Why?!"
"Because you're being a nosy bitch and you're not man enough for a punch in the face" Santana replied coldly. The two frenemies (more enemies than friends at that moment) had a furious glaring battle, both daring each other to attack, until a timid knock on Kurt's window interrupted them. Still feeling very riled up, he unwound the window to see Brittany staring down at them, her bright blue eyes filled with concern.
"Sanny, are you and Dolphin okay?" She asked.
"Don't worry Brit we're just fine" Kurt replied for the both of them with a forced smile.
"Oh okay; I'll just go get my car out of that hedge then" Brittany said cheerfully as she skipped off back to her (more than a little wrecked) car.
Kurt started driving again; this time in silence though he knew for all that his and Santana's similarly big mouths were worth that it wouldn't last long. Ten minutes into the frosty stillness the airport car park came into sight.
"You messed up my hair" Kurt said suddenly as he pulled the car into a parking space.
"Santana was quick to retort. "You stepped out of line"
"Only because you're ashamed of one of my friends"
"I'm not ashamed of Brittany, Kurt!" Another silence filled the car but this time out of shock; it had been a long time since Santana had called Kurt by his name.
"Either we agree to disagree and go on, pretending this never happened or you actually do something different for once and talk about how you feel" Kurt already knew what she would choose out of the given options but it didn't make his heart sinking when she did any easier to feel.
"Since I'm not up for talking to fucking Dr. Phil we're doing option one, comprende?" His jaw clenched, Kurt nodded and stepped out of the car to get the luggage just as Brittany drove into the car park, her car covered in leaves and mud.
"Fine, but you owe me a can of hairspray to fix this mess you made" Kurt pointed at his slightly-messier-than-usual hair as Brittany ran over to them.
"Deal" Santana smiled a smile at him that didn't quite reach her eyes. Unsmiling, they shook hands, both enforcing an iron grip to try and break the other's.
Brought on by Brittany's confusion the pair explained the handshake by saying it was a custom in Barbados. The trio unloaded their bags from the car, two of the three not meeting each other's eyes and turned around to hear a loud, dramatic scream.
What could be the source of that scream? I guarantee the majority of people will guess correctly but if you think you know leave your guess in the reviews and I'll tell you if you're right :).
Next chapter the group are finally at the airport and it's also where the title of the story starts coming into play.
Thanks for reading guys, until next time!