Blaine,
You think you're funny, don't you?
I had a really crap day today. First, I was late. Joe didn't come home last night (I think he's 'introduced' himself to half the ladies in London) and I've been relying on him to wake me up, so therefore I skidded to class ten minutes late- sweating already- to go straight into two hours of dance. Killer.
Then I went right on to acting class, only to discover we're doing Pinter. I like Pinter, really, I do. But it's so...not me, I guess. Anyhow, so that really dragged me down. I got out around two, and I was starving. I walked to this sandwich place Joe and I have found, stood in line and ordered, only to discover I had left my wallet in my room. I had no Joe, and no money. And you know what? They wouldn't let me have my sandwich, Blaine. They would not let me. That wouldn't happen in the good ole US of A. No way. I told them I'd go home, get their stupid four English pounds and bring it right back, but no. Despite the fact that we've been going there almost daily for lunch for two weeks.
Well they can bugger right off (how British am I?!) because I went to Franco's, got my love from Blaine mocha and biscotti and he made me a sandwich for free too.
So, I get back to my dorm and decide to see if Rachel is around for FaceTime before she goes to class. Yes she is. Only she's had another almighty row with Finn and spends the entire time screeching at me to tell him this, tell him that. I hate it when she's like that because...because it's like she's not my friend. It's more like she's talking to me because she wants to anger my brother. Ugh.
Anyway, I was incredibly pissed off, and I rifled through the letters to find "open this if you need to laugh."
I don't know, Blaine, what I expected to find. It wasn't a photo montage of my entire friends and family pulling the most ridiculous faces known to man, with you in the center in a variety of goofball poses. How did you do all this? I'm in awe. I have messages for you to pass on.
Dad and Carole: If the wind changes...
Finn: That's how you always look when you wake up.
Mercedes: Gurrl, no. Just no.
Rachel and Santana: Only you two could have the brief to pull a dumb face and end up looking like lesbian vampires.
Seb: Always sexual with you, always.
Wes: I can see Kathy's reflection in your sunglasses! Squee!
Nick and Jeff: I should call the cops.
Mike and Sara: I see you passed your natural ability to look completely deranged onto both your children.
Cooper and Claire: See above.
Maddie and Tay: See a guidance counsellor.
Tina, Quinn, Sam and Artie: I used to think you relatively pretty. Especially you, Fabray. How the mighty have fallen.
Everyone else: Mr Schue, Mike, Brittany, Brad the piano guy, and on and on... You're all crazy.
And you, my adorable, goofball of a fiancé, who can puff out his cheeks, pull on his ears, stick his tongue out and still be handsome... You made me laugh.
Always yours,
K xxx
My dearest Kurt,
Was your Pinter pause...deliberate?
I'm glad I made you laugh, and that took a long time to put together, and I had to contact Will Schuester just for you. His face was epic though.
Seven days, Kurt. One week. That's all.
I might not ever let you go.
Oh, since we last talked, I have found three more post it's. I needed to change the lightbulb in the hall lamp. You actually hid a note in the box of spare bulbs. And I made mac and cheese. It is not lazy, Kurt, not everyone can make cheese sauce from scratch like you. Still, you knew I'd be in that box at some point during your absence, right? And the third one was tucked in the pocket of your sweat pants. You knew which pair I'd go for, didn't you? And this:
My darling Blaine, I know you've only put these on because you're feeling lonely. Remember I am always in your heart xxx
Finished me.
I remain, as ever, always yours.
B xxx
"Open this if you need a little pick me up."
Heyyyyyy!
Don't feel sad. I'm kinda hoping you've opened this when you're feeling just a little down rather than all out beside yourself with pain and anguish, because otherwise the solution will seem a little crass.
Whatever the reason, when you're blue I have a few 'go to' ways that I use to make you smile again, so I'm gonna try and replicate that as best I can.
1. Call Jonathan's office. Ask for Tracy. Tell her it's Kurt Hummel calling and you read the letter. The rest will follow.
2. Enclosed in this letter is a prepaid Visa card for you and Joe to get dinner somewhere stupidly extravagant. Make sure Joe has to wear a tie, it'll be funny to watch him squirm ;)
3. Also in this envelope is a password. Open your laptop and in documents you'll find a password protected file- this opens it.
My fourth go to method would be sex, obviously. So you can count this as an IOU.
Smile, Kurt, and the whole world smiles with you.
Blaine,
1. Tracy (whoever she is) screamed and told me I had the best fiancé ever. Then she hung up before calling me back twenty minutes later to tell me that the menswear department at House of Fraser were expecting me. Off I go, only to discover that said best fiancé ever has given me a £500 budget to spend there. It's almost as if you know me. (My wardrobe thanks you.) (I used wardrobe instead of closet. I need to leave.)
2. Joe and I dined at Nobu- it's a fancy sushi restaurant. I wore the new outfit I had gotten with the above budget, and Joe wore a tie. Not just a tie. Clothes as well. I took pictures. We had a lot of fun. (My stomach thanks you.)
3. I am tempted to bust that password protected file open, burn it all onto a cd and march right around to Sony. Blaine...it's incredible. All our songs that mean so much. You've taken the time and effort to record each one. It was so wonderful to hear your voice like that. Of course, by the end of it I was a sobbing, useless mess, and I might have sought comfort in Joe's arms for so long that he stood his date up. Oops. Blaine... My heart thanks you.
As for number 4... THREE MORE DAYS!
Always yours,
K xxx
Kurt stands, or rather bounces impatiently, watching the incoming flights board. Finally he sees that flight AA674 from Chicago has landed, and he lets out a small whoop of excitement before smiling apologetically at the woman next to him.
"My fiancé," he explains, and she smiles.
"I was the same once," she laughs, "now I'm waiting for my daughter."
The landed status eventually changes to 'In Luggage Hall' and Kurt finds himself gripping the barrier so tight his knuckles are turning white. Each time the automatic doors from arrivals open, he tries desperately to see inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of black curls, and then he's there.
Blaine.
Dragging his suitcase, looking tired but oh so happy, his whole face lights up in the biggest possible grin as Kurt vaults the barrier and runs towards him.
"Blaine! Blaine! Oh, my Blaine!" he shrieks as he leaps into his arms and finally, finally they are holding each other tight again.
Blaine's hands splay strong across his back as he tilts his face to capture Kurt's lips with his own, not caring who is looking on as they kiss for the longest time. Pulling away breathless, Blaine proceeds to shower Kurt's face with kisses, never seemingly able to get enough.
"You came," Kurt whispers happily into his ear. "You came."
"I love you," Blaine murmurs into his hair as he hugs him tight once more. "Oh how I love you."
"Oh god, you're crying," Kurt laughs through his own cascade of tears. "You always cry."
"So are you," Blaine smiles. "We're disgraceful. With that, and passionate kissing in the middle of arrivals, I'd say we should probably move on." He sets Kurt down on his feet and picks up his suitcase once more. "Where are we going?"
"Huh? Oh! Train! Train. We need to uh...yeah."
"You okay?"
"No," he replies honestly as he swipes at his eyes once more. "I'm completely overwhelmed, and I don't think I can stop touching you."
"Then don't," Blaine tells him as he takes his hand tight, "why do you need to?"
"I don't I guess, I just...it seems weird. Having you here, when you've seemed so far away for so long."
Blaine swings their clasped hands between them, grinning. "Well here I am. And I'm all yours."
They don't let go of each other for the duration of their journey and Kurt keeps his arm wrapped protectively around Blaine's waist as he shows him how to use his spare Oyster card.
"I wonder why they call it that?" Blaine says as he swipes the card and pushes through the barrier.
"Because the world is your...?" Kurt provides as they hold hands on the platform.
"Pearl?" Blaine asks in confusion.
"Oyster," Kurt says with a laugh.
"Oh. Oh!" Blaine's face lights up as he gets it. "Sorry. Not quite with it," he adds with an apologetic grin.
Kurt kisses his lips sweetly but quickly, mindful of the busy platform and not wanting to put on too much of a display, so he links his arm through Blaine's instead, ushering him onto the train as it arrives.
"So I was thinking we could go to your hotel first, then I could show you my dorms, and you can say hi to Joe."
"Sure. Um... Kurt, I didn't ask this before but...will you stay with me? At the hotel, I mean."
"Where else did you think I'd be staying?" Kurt asks as he runs his thumb over Blaine's engagement ring. "I'm not staying in my dorm room while you're ten minutes away in some posh hotel!"
"Oh, okay," Blaine laughs a breathy laugh in relief. "It's just we didn't talk about it before hand, that's all."
A silence ensues as the train hurtles them into the city. They keep tight hold of one another, but Blaine stares at his shoes while Kurt glances around the carriage looking at the other passengers.
"This is weird, isn't it?" he says eventually, nervously. "Blaine, why is this weird?"
"I don't know," he sighs. "I guess... I guess because it's an alien situation. I've had about three hours sleep in a cramped airplane, it's all hustle and bustle about us and we're not really sure how to act. We're comfortable in Chicago whereas here... We're not really sure how far to push it and I for one am mindful of the fact that if I give you even the tiniest of kisses right now, I'll end up ravishing you."
"I like it when you do that," Kurt smiles. "So it's not us then? We're not weird?"
"We're very weird," Blaine laughs, "but I know what you mean, and no. We're not. Let's just get to the hotel, close that door behind us and I'm pretty sure we both will find that we're fine."
They navigate successfully through London- Blaine in awe of everything and continuously snapping pictures on his phone- and finally arrive at his hotel. He checks in and they head for the elevator, the excitable tension between them palpable as they stand leaning on opposite walls, suppressing grins when they are joined by a large group of business men.
"You here for the conference?" one of them asks, nodding curtly to Blaine.
"Uh no, no I'm here to visit my fiancé," Blaine answers politely.
"Ah yes!" the man laughs knowingly. "I see."
"He's uh...he's just over there," Blaine says, pointing over the mans shoulder to where Kurt offers a timid wave.
"Oh."
"Well...this is us," Blaine says brightly as the elevator doors open. "enjoy your conference."
They burst into laughter as they walks swiftly down the corridor together, Kurt clutching Blaine's arm for support. "Oh my god, did you see his face?"
"I did! He didn't know what to say. He totally thought I was here to get laid."
"You are, aren't you?" Kurt stops in the hallway, raising an inquiring eyebrow at Blaine, who stares for a moment and shrugs.
"I'd damn well better be."
They break into laughter once more, still sniggering as they open the door to the room and step inside.
"Kuuuurt!" Blaine leaves his suitcase inside the doorway as he runs to the large bouquet of flowers by the enormous window, and the bucket holding champagne. "You did this?"
"I didn't want to give you just cause to sing that song," he says with a small shrug.
"C'mere."
He goes, but so does Blaine as they meet in the center of the room and then they're in each other's arms once more, clinging to one another so tightly that the very air is squeezed from their lungs.
"I have missed you so much," Blaine murmurs, pulling back slightly to run a hand reverently over Kurt's cheek.
They join lips slowly, softly, the lightest of touches which makes them both gasp then smile as they lean in for more. And there they stay, kissing passionately as their hands run into each other's hair, tongues winding together as they just...kiss, unable to get enough. They break apart, each panting for breath with their hair mussed, lips swollen and eyes blown to black, and smile dopily at each other.
"It's not weird anymore," Kurt whispers, leaning in to kiss the corner of Blaine's mouth once more- just because he can.
"Do we...do we...um...have like a specific time to be at your dorms or...?"
"No," Kurt says, a smile playing on his lips. "Why?"
"Well...you might think this is really strange, but I just want to be naked with you," Blaine laughs.
"You just want to be naked with me?"
"I just do."
"Well who am I to refuse?" Kurt grins as he pulls his shirt over his head.
They shed their clothes quickly, Blaine pulling back the covers on the large bed and jumping inside, patting the space next to him for Kurt, who crawls across the bed and falls into his arms.
"Oh my god," Kurt moans happily as their bodies press together. "Home."
Blaine says nothing, only stares into Kurt's eyes as he runs his hands reverently over his body. Kurt brings his hands up between them, smoothing over Blaine's chest and then over his five o'clock shadow before he brings his lips to his once more. The softest of sighs, the most tender and loving of kisses and the gentle caress of loving hands are all that is shared between them for the longest time, neither wanting to push for more, both enjoying reconnecting after three long weeks of being apart.
"I love you," Kurt smiles eventually, nudging his nose against Blaine's. "I can't even begin to tell you how much I've missed your face."
"Same," Blaine agrees. "Santana thought it weird that we hadn't talked over facetime or anything but...I don't know...I kinda felt like..."
"It would make my absence more real?"
"Yes." Blaine smiles as he realizes Kurt understands him perfectly. "You're not offended, are you?"
"No, because I feel the same. I knew if I saw your face I'd lose it, and I don't know if I could pull myself back from that. I miss you- but it's mostly manageable. There are times when I cry, or feel lonely, but most of the time I'm actually having fun. And that was the point of this, was it not? To give me an amazing experience. And I want to have that."
"Good," Blaine says emphatically. "You should want that for yourself. I would hate this face to drag you down," he laughs as he points to himself.
"That's not what I mean and you know it," Kurt grins. "Tell me about you though, honestly, how have you been?"
"Hmm, okay, I guess," Blaine muses. He turns on his back to stare at the ceiling, pulling Kurt tight to his side. "I think...I'm not trying for pity or anything...but I think it's harder on the one left behind. Everything is new and exciting here for you, whereas I'm in the same place, in the same routine but without you, and the hole where you were is gaping wide open. I notice it most in the morning when you're not there for me to wake up, and I've still been waking up at six as if you were needing to get up for college. Then it's a normal day until the evening again, and that's when it hurts. Like really hurts, like a punch to the gut. I've been running a lot."
"I had noticed," Kurt smiles as he runs his hand over Blaine's well defined stomach muscles.
"Yeah, um...well...I like to keep young- or try to, at least." He smiles, embarrassed, "so I go running, to kill some time, and I've been writing a lot. But ultimately, when I sit down to eat I can't escape the fact that you're not there and of course the biggest thing is that you're not in my bed each night. This is what I miss most of all," he says as he tightens his arms around Kurt. "Holding you, or being held by you. We just fit together."
"So...when I ask you how you've been, and you say 'okay, I guess,' what you really mean is?"
"I've been fucking miserable and I am so glad to have you back by my side, even if only for five days," Blaine rushes out as his eyes fill with tears. "You make me complete, Kurt. I don't want to do this without you, and I'm so glad I don't have to."
Kurt says nothing, only reaches for the back of his neck to pull him into a deep kiss which leaves them both wanting more as Blaine hooks his leg over Kurt's waist and draws him closer. Things escalate quickly, both now needing to reconnect with their bodies as well as their souls.
"I need you," Blaine whimpers as Kurt teases his entrance with his finger.
"I know you do," Kurt nods, pushing one finger inside and running a soothing hand over Blaine's thigh. "I need you too."
He stretches Blaine quickly, needing to be inside, to feel his heat surrounding him once more and making them both whole again. He enters him slowly, forcing himself to wait and not rush, to savor every second as Blaine arches his back and cries out softly until finally he can push no further and he leans down to kiss Blaine's lips once more.
"You are so beautiful."
Four simple words which open the floodgates for Blaine, who can't help the tears which Kurt happily kisses away.
"You are," Kurt whispers. "You really are."
"Thank you," Blaine says with a small sniff. "You can move now."
"Oh!" Kurt laughs, cheeks going pink. "I totally got lost in the moment there. Move. Yes. Move."
They both get the giggles for a second, until Kurt does move and Blaine's eyes go wide. "Oh shit that's good," he whispers as he reaches to clutch at Kurt's back.
Their pace builds steadily, punctuated by soft kisses and whispered I love you's. Blaine brings his legs up to wrap around Kurt's waist, who buries his head into the crook of Blaine's neck and marks the tender flesh there as he drives steadily in and out. Both are trembling before long, and as soon as Kurt feels Blaine clenching around him, he lets go too, filling him repeatedly before collapsing hard on top of him.
"Um...ow," comes Blaine's muffled voice.
"Not moving."
"Okay." Blaine accepts his fate, winding his arms around Kurt's neck and nuzzling just under his ear. "I like it when we make love like that. Mind you, I like it when we do anything. I like it when we come accidentally because we've been grinding and it gets out of control. I like it when we sixty nine. I really like that."
"Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
"Be quiet."
Kurt pulls out and reaches for the tissues, cleaning Blaine's stomach before settling back into his side once more.
"You're crying," Blaine points out as he feels the wetness on his chest. "It's usually me."
"I know. Jeez," he sighs as he sits again to wipe at his eyes. "You've only just got here and already I'm worrying about saying goodbye."
"Then we won't say goodbye," Blaine smiles as he sits too and rests their foreheads together. When I leave it's only seventeen days until you come home. So we'll say see you later, or just nothing at all, and we'll part with a kiss. But in the meantime, don't be sad, my darling boy. We're together. Let's make the most of it."
"We just did," Kurt says, and he can't help but laugh.
"True. Now hold me for a while until we absolutely have to get dressed. And by the way," Blaine says as he settles his head onto Kurt's chest. "I haven't only just got here, I landed four hours ago."
"An hour to get from the plane to here..." Kurt murmurs. "Holy hell, we've been in bed for three hours?"
"Pretty much. Yeah. Just kinda...staring at each other. And kissing. Lots and lots of kissing."
"Joe will think I've died."
"Joe will know exactly what you're doing," Blaine laughs.
"Well, old man," Kurt says, reluctantly extracting himself from Blaine's arms, "we had better go and be sociable. I told Franco we'd be in for lunch, though that's passed. Even so. Are you ready to taste the best biscotti ever?"
"Do I get to taste you later?"
"Of course."
"Then let's go."