Because I can never have enough of Klaine shoving their love in some homophobes' faces.
Warning for slurs. Or like, a slur.
Title from the P!nk song, which inspired the mood of this drabble :)
The King Is Dead but the Queen Is Alive
They're on a plane to Ohio, visiting family one last time before the wedding and their honeymoon. Everyone's already excited, planning the last details cheerfully, and even the air around them seems to be painted in a blissful pink.
Kurt's sketching some wedding suits (all inspired by the color of Blaine's eyes) to pass the time until takeoff, while Blaine is dozing off with his head on Kurt's shoulder.
It takes him a while to notice that the old man who's sitting next to him is staring. At first Kurt thinks the man's looking at his sketches, so he smiles at him and goes back to drawing, not noticing the grimace on the guy's face.
The plane slowly starts moving along the airstrip, so Kurt lifts up the tray he's put his notebook on and puts his notebook back in his bag, shoving it under the chair and leaning back. His movement wakes Blaine, who makes a soft noise and curls deeper into Kurt's side.
"Sorry, babe. Go back to sleep, we're taking off soon."
The man next to Kurt grunts with discontent.
Kurt feels his stomach sink- he nearly turns around and asks, "excuse me?" but knowing it'd just lead to a fight, he swallows his anger and puts his head on top of Blaine's, grabbing his right hand with his left, ring-bearing one and making sure their twined fingers are visible to the other traveler.
"Fags."
Kurt sighs, and lifts his head to look at the man. "Do you mind? My fiancé and I are trying to sleep."
The man's jaw drops in disbelief, and Kurt smiles when he rests his head on Blaine's soft curls again.
Later, when they're awakened by air turbulence, Kurt kisses Blaine lengthily- just to make sure he's calmed down.