Sorry for not updating for a while I've been a bit busy with a family member getting an operation and having to look after them afterwards.
Also, as much as I love writing this story I don't know how often I'll be able to update once school has started but I promise to update at least reasonably regularly and certainly within the week (hopefully)
Disclaimer: I keep forgetting to add this on but I won't anymore (hopefully...): I don't own Glee; if I did there'd be a lot more Klaine and a lot less Finchel (I don't have anything against Finchel but they do get way too much screen time and more people care about Klaine so it just doesn't seen logical!) Oh and a lot more Lord Tubbington and Brittana :)
More rambles in the dooblee-doo at the bottom!
Enjoy!
Kurt continued to smile to himself, not noticing the suspicious glances Rachel kept throwing his way.
"Okay then... I'll be back in a minute" She set her book to one side and left their seats, going over to look up at the screen which showed which planes were boarding.
"Dolphin look I bought a new lip gloss!" Kurt heard a high squeal before a blur of blonde hair attacked him with a hug. Traipsing behind her was
Santana and although she was still scowling her eyes were soft instead of cold; one of the positive effects of spending time with Brittany.
"That's great Brit" Kurt smiled as he dislodged himself from the hug. The perky blonde beamed at him and Mercedes, brandishing her sparkly lip gloss as if it were a trophy.
"Are we boarding yet?" Santana asked. At that moment Rachel ran over to them, her eyes lit up and a huge grin on her face. She bent down and threw her friends' pieces of hand-luggage at them.
"Hobbit what the f-" Santana's angry exclamation was cut off by her handbag being thrown at her head and Rachel's excited cry.
"We're boarding! Oh my god this is so exciting. Come on we need to get to the front of the queue so we can get to our seats first!" Mercedes let out an alarmed squeak as Rachel grabbed her wrist and tugged her in the direction of the boarding area. Kurt rolled his eyes and followed, adjusting his satchel's strap so it sat comfortably on his shoulder as he went.
"If I have to spend nine hours with the Hobbit I'm going to be suicidal" He heard Santana grumble from behind. Kurt smiled to himself as Brittany asked who the hobbit was and were they from Lord of the Rings. Rachel hurried on ahead and if it weren't for Kurt's brisk pace they would have probably lost her in the mass of people moving in the same direction.
They joined Mercedes and Rachel a minute later, finding the latter talking rapidly at an employee checking her passport who looked as if she'd rather be anywhere but there. Kurt hurried over and pushed in front of Rachel, shooting an apologetic glance at the employee as he did so.
"Sorry about her; she forgot to take her medication this morning" Rachel spluttered something incoherent while the others queued up to get their passports checked. The people who were going on the same flight quickly appeared and joined the end of the queue where Brittany stood humming vaguely to herself. There were a lot of people behind them and Kurt, for once, was grateful to Rachel for pushing them to get here first. If they'd been at the back he knew for a fact that Santana would have willingly hit bystanders with her handbag if it meant getting closer to the front and although he grudgingly admired her determination, violence was yet another thing Kurt could live without this summer; that and being escorted to the police station due to the actions of his overzealous 'friend'.
It took only a moment for Kurt's passport to be stamped and then he and the rest of the group found themselves walking down a long tunnel that led to the entrance of the airplane where two air hostesses with makeup plastered faces and plastic smiles were waiting.
The flight attendants glanced at their tickets and beamed toothily, ignoring Santana's icy glare.
"Your seats are straight ahead to the left, enjoy your flight!" One of them trilled. Rachel thanked them and led the way into the plane, counting the seat numbers until they found their group's section. It didn't take long for them to find their seats especially with Rachel's hawk-like vision leading them.
After putting the majority of his hand-luggage into the overhead locker (the held back items being his iPod, notebook (for doodles and fashion designs) and a water bottle) Kurt shuffled awkwardly through the narrow row of seats and sat down in the window seat. Like with the driving to the airport plans the group had thought ahead on who was to sit where; Kurt was to sit by the window seat, Mercedes in the middle and Rachel on the end. Santana and Brittany took the isle behind them so Santana was too far away to strangle Rachel but close enough so they could still have conversations with the pair.
As the flight staff went through the safety regulations Kurt quickly grew restless so he looked around the confined area he was in and his gaze landed on the seat in front. Through the gaps between the seats and the reflection from the window Kurt could see the side of a head, presumably male, which was covered in hair gel, plastering his dark curls to his head in a chemical helmet. Kurt raised his eyebrows at the sight; surely the untamed curls would be a better hairstyle than that? He amused himself for a moment with the thought that the head could be the mysterious Blaine from earlier but then a flight attendant jolted him out of his thoughts as they asked for him to adjust his seatbelt.
As the airplane started moving slowly down the runway, readying itself for takeoff, Kurt closed his eyes and controlled his breathing in an attempt to calm himself. This was because although Kurt had never been in a plane before and hadn't been too scared of the thought, the one thing which terrified him to the core was the takeoff; he'd heard it was a nerve-wracking process which involved, especially if you were by the window, watching your world and home shrink away as you defy gravity and shoot into the air at an unbelievable speed. So as the plane started to speed up it was as if a cage of butterflies had been released into Kurt's stomach; he gripped the armrests on the chair and braced himself for the worst.
The plane surged upwards and the sensation of being yanked into the air made Kurt gasp as he swallowed his own saliva to stop his ears from popping. Scared of what he might see Kurt opened his eyes into a squint and then fully as he comprehended what he was looking at; his hometown was growing to the size of his hand right before his eyes! Cars drove below him the size of beetles, the roads on which they drove on were gray fibre of rope, and the swimming pools in people's gardens looked smaller than ponds. Kurt shrank away from the sight and rubbed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as he did so.
The takeoff was truly terrible but the view, alarming as it was, intrigued him; was this the same sight he would behold the day he left Ohio for his dreams of New York and NYU? The thought of his childhood memories being left behind in mere seconds made Kurt feel slightly nauseous but Broadway was his dream and to do that he'd have to leave home. Excited as he was to go to New York the thought of leaving the people he cared about left a bitter taste in Kurt's mouth. But, if he wanted to live his dream he'd have to make some sacrifices no matter how difficult; Kurt was just grateful that Rachel at least would be coming with him. Perhaps then he wouldn't be so lonely in the big city.
"You okay Boo?" Mercedes asked, seeing her friend's more than usual pale face and troubled expression.
"Now I am; I just don't like planes" Kurt lied with a weak smile.
As the seatbelt signs were turned off Kurt distracted himself by listening to his iPod and drawing random doodles in his notebook. Fluffy clouds and bursts of sunlight was all there was to be seen ten minutes into the flight so Kurt preferred to focus his gaze on the hair gelled head in front but he wasn't sure why, he just did.
After two hours of headphones and doodles Kurt felt a tug on his sleeve.
"Boo breakfast's being served" Mercedes informed him as he pulled his headphones out and looked up to see an air hostess with a food cart beaming down at him.
"Good morning sir!" She chirped. The resemblance to Rachel after a large intake of caffeine made Kurt smirk slightly.
"Here's your breakfast sir" a box was passed down the row to him and he placed it on the table in front of him which he'd pulled down from the seat in front.
"What drink would you like? We have tea, coffee, orange juice, soft drinks-"
"Can I get a coffee please?" Kurt asked. After his coffee was made the air hostess continued down the plane to give Santana and Brittany their breakfasts while Kurt, Mercedes and Rachel opened their boxes to see what was inside. What they found was a fruit salad, a bread roll with butter and a blueberry muffin. The food didn't taste too bad but the portions definitely wasn't big or filling enough; not even to Kurt who ate less than the others due to his strict body image. After the last bite of the muffin had been swallowed Kurt moved onto his coffee which Rachel glared resentfully at as he took a sip.
"They call this a good airplane company and they have no soya milk!" She grumbled, grimacing after giving her orange juice a try.
"Rachel if you stop complaining about the milk for the whole time we're on airplanes this summer I will buy you a week's supply of coffee with soya milk" Kurt offered.
"I'll shut the Hobbit up for free and it'll only cost you one coffee; screw the soya milk though" Santana chipped in from behind, causing Kurt to chortle into his coffee.
"Stop ganging up on me!" Rachel protested.
Despite himself Kurt found himself exchanging a smirk with Santana, something they hadn't done in a long time. As they both turned back to face their respective seats Kurt realised how much he missed it. Although Santana and him had never been friends there had been a time earlier in the year when she'd been civil, or as civil as Santana Lopez can be, but then he'd began to notice the thing with Brittany and she became aware of that and started throwing up walls to protect herself; these walls being made of insults and gibes towards Kurt to try and make him stay away. And that was the end of the civility.
Kurt threw a wistful look at the reflection of Santana before he lost himself once again in his music to try and lighten his heavy heart.
Hours passed, lunch came and went and before Kurt knew it the sun was setting outside of the window and there were only a couple hours until landing. He'd spent some of the travelling time before this chatting idly with Mercedes and having a debate or two with Rachel, but most of the time Kurt spent with his music and his drawings, content just relaxing and being left to his thoughts. But then something strange happened.
Another half an hour passed before Kurt became aware of an odd sound on the edge of his hearing. He turned down the sound of the Lady Gaga song he was listening to and concentrated on the noise; it sounded a bit like someone humming but he wasn't too sure so he unplugged his headphones, tapped Mercedes on the shoulder and signaled to stay silent.
By now most people on the plane were listening to music, watching films on portable DVD players or asleep (Rachel being one of the snoozers) so they knew they were probably the only ones listening in on... whatever it was they were listening in on. His now clear hearing confirmed that it was a hum, a male humming, but he still didn't know what to make of it.
Kurt mouthed to his friend 'do you hear that?' And nodded to the seat in front, grinning; it seemed that the hair gelled boy was the hummer. Kurt glanced in the mirror and although the boy's head was faced away from the window he could tell he had headphones in and was listening to a song. After a few minutes Kurt and Mercedes started to lose interest but that was when they heard something which made them seriously question the guy's sanity.
"You think I'm pretty without any makeup on" Out of instinct Kurt and Mercedes clapped a hand over the other person's mouth and stared at each other with wide eyes, willing themselves not to burst out laughing; he was singing Katy Perry! Of all the singers in the world he had to sing Katy Perry and that song of all songs was just very-
"Let's go all the way tonight"
Very... that. Kurt felt himself blush as his mind registered the sexy, velvety voice singing a metre away from him. Whoever it was although they were only singing under their breath Kurt could tell they were incredibly talented and was glad Rachel was asleep since if she'd been awake she'd probably try and persuade whoever it was to transfer to McKinley and join the New Directions. Or even worse she'd try to join in on a duet. Thankfully just before the chorus Hair Gel Head (since Kurt didn't know his name he decided to give him a nickname) stopped singing and resumed his enthusiastic humming; if he'd gone onto the whole song Kurt didn't know if he could restrain himself from doing something very embarrassing like squealing or swooning. Mercedes removed her hand from his mouth first and he quickly followed, both still quite shell-shocked.
"Why does the strange stuff always happen to us?" Mercedes asked. Since Kurt didn't have an answer he simply shrugged and then went back to his iPod, hoping his blush was gone by now and that the shivers the singing's down his spine soon followed.
Rachel woke up soon after Kurt had started staring out of the window instead of at the chair in front so him and Mercedes didn't get a chance to discuss the incident further; he considered telling Rachel about it but only when they were on solid ground and far away from Hair Gel Head so she wouldn't get a chance to traumatise him. Since they both knew Rachel quite well he knew Mercedes would agree that would be the best plan of action.
Seeing there was about to be an announcement Kurt pulled his headphones out.
"Ladies and gentlemen we are now beginning the descent to Barbados. The seatbelt signs are being turned back on so please remain in your seats for the rest of the flight. We hope you have enjoyed your flight with us!"
Kurt quickly gathered his things and put them on his lap so they wouldn't get moved about during the landing. He spent the remaining minutes staring out of the window watching the plane pass through the clouds and glide towards Barbados. Tropical oceans with reefs and numerous yachts stretched as far as he could see and it wasn't long before they were flying over land and Kurt could see small clusters of towns, the odd city and dozens of flashy looking hotels. He wondered which one was theirs as the plane started its descent. Although he didn't much like the ground rushing towards him any more than it being pulled out from underneath him Kurt thought it less intimidating than the takeoff. Seconds before the plane looked as if it were about to crash into the ground it came into contact with the runway and Kurt was pushed back into his seat. The plane moved down the runway at an incredible speed faster than any car, but gradually slowed down until it came to a halt and one of the flight attendants' voices came onto the intercom.
"Ladies and gentlemen we have landed in Barbados. Have a lovely holiday and we hope to see you soon!"
A/N: Firstly I'd like to say sorry if the layout's a bit iffy I'm still getting used to it but secondly, and on a brighter note, thanks to everyone who's alerted, favourited and reviewed this story, cyber hugs to you all! :D
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Next chapter is a lot more exciting I promise; there might actually be a proper meeting between Klaine!