Kurt's luggage sat in a sad-looking pile in the middle of the living room in the loft.
"Do you have your plane ticket?" Blaine asked Kurt.
Kurt checked his shoulder bag. "Yes I do," he replied.
"What about your ID?" Blaine asked.
Kurt rifled in his bag again. "Yep, it's in my wallet," Kurt replied.
"Cell phone and charger?" Blaine asked.
Kurt laughed. "Relax, I've traveled for Vogue before," he said. Kurt was going to Chicago for three days with Isabelle to meet with some executives.
"I'll take your luggage down to the street," Blaine said. He grabbed Kurt's bag and lugged it down the stairs.
Kurt followed him, double-checking to make sure he had everything that he needed. Kurt's cab was already waiting outside to take him to the airport.
Blaine looked at Kurt and sighed. He thought that his fiancée looked like such a world traveler: a tan pea coat buttoned up the front, skinny jeans, and boots. "I'm going to miss you," he said to Kurt.
Kurt wrapped Blaine in a hug. "I'll miss you too," he said. "But it's only for three days this time. Rachel and Santana are still here, so you won't be by yourself. I'll call you tonight when I get to the hotel."
"Okay," Blaine said. They exchanged I love you's, kisses, and one more hug, and Kurt got into the taxi. With a sad wave, Blaine watched the cab pull away. He would miss Kurt dearly, but at least it was only for three days.