Title and inspiration- Troye Sivan's song, Fun. (short disclaimer: his opinions as presented in that song are not mine- even though that's not to say mine are completely opposite- but I do enjoy the song and so I decided to make a fic out of it)
With Our Rifles in the Front Seat
"I don't want to go," cries Blaine in Kurt's arms, standing in the airport until his parents tell him it's the last call to his flight and rush him towards the gate. Kurt is left there with tearful eyes and empty arms.
"It was an accident," says Blaine when Kurt asks about the bandage on his arm, barely seen through the pixilated screen. Kurt sobs into his pillow for hours after he hangs up the call; his dad arrives around three in the morning and gives him warm milk and a melatonin pill. He doesn't sleep well for the next week.
"I'm coming home for the holidays," Blaine announces with tears in his eyes.
He doesn't come home for the holidays- complications occurred. Kurt screams and cries and throws Blaine's Christmas gift into the trash before emptying the trash on his bed to find it again and make sure it's undamaged.
"I'll be there in two weeks. Will you pick me up?" Blaine asks with tired eyes and weary voice.
Kurt promises, not daring to hope, but still canceling everything he had to do that day. Blaine's flight is delayed, he misses his connection, and arrives twelve hours late.
Kurt has bags under his eyes- he hasn't slept at all in over a day. His phone died twice and recharged twice, and he can barely move, not to mention even look at another lousy sandwich from the airport's kiosk.
1 New text message(s)
Kurt unlocks his phone and blinks a few times before his eyes focus on the small writing glaring at him.
Just landed
Kurt's heart jumps and begins racing. He jolts up and goes to wait by the doors to the baggage claim hall. Ten minutes and forty-three seconds pass until Kurt's phone beeps again.
Stuck in Passport Control
Kurt worries his lower lips with his teeth until it bleeds, and then another five minutes pass before people start appearing at the end of the hallway from baggage claim.
The first person in uniform is too dark-skinned to be Blaine. The one after him is blond. After that comes someone who looks exactly like Blaine- until he takes two more steps and Kurt frowns.
And then- is that him? His hair is shorter, his face unshaven… He walks like Blaine. He looks at Kurt and his eyebrows draw up, eyes widening, and he freezes.
Kurt runs. He runs as quickly as his feet will carry him, heart pounding in his ears and tears blurring his vision. "Blaine," he gasps when their bodies collide. Blaine finally drops his bag and clenches Kurt as tightly as Kurt's grasping him. "Blaine."
Blaine opens his mouth but nothing comes out; he breathes a few times and then closes his eyes, letting himself be held.
Kurt kisses Blaine right there, in the middle of the hallway, for a very long time. When he stops for a short moment, only to pull back and stare into Blaine's hazel eyes, framed with long lashes and exhaustion, there's no hesitation left in him.
"Marry me, Blaine," he says, barely asking, his head reeling.
Blaine lets out a sob and whispers, "yes."