Gate 117
This wasn't right. His hopes and dreams will be one step closer to happening once he enters the terminal. He has been waiting for this day to come since he was six years old, after he watched his mom play maiden #2 in an off-Broadway play called "Men without Women". She only had two lines, but in Kurt's eyes, she stole the show. His mom always dreamed of New York, and shining on a Broadway stage. Her eyes would light up just talking about it, and Kurt always wanted his mom to smile and be happy, because most of the time, she wasn't feeling well.
So why does it hurt so bad? His small, closed minded, slightly homophobic hometown was really all he knew. He had a family again. A real family who sat down at the table for dinner and gathered around to open Christmas presents. He hadn't had that since his mother died, and now, right when he was comfortable living with a family in a wonderful atmosphere had ended as quickly as it began. Now he was going to New York, sharing a small two-bedroom one bathroom apartment with none other than Rachel Berry.
His dad won't be there to hug him and offer his wise words of encouragement if something goes terribly wrong. Sure, he could call him, but it won't be the same. He's going to have to deal with adult issues, and figure things out for himself instead of expecting his dad to give him all the answers. And then there was Blaine Anderson. His soft touches that make Kurt relax from a stressful day won't be there. He won't be able to massage his hand into Blaine's unruly curls that he loved so much. He will miss his smell of sweet cinnamon and Head-n-Shoulders shampoo. He will miss Blaine with every fiber of his being, and he sometimes thought that New York might not be worth being apart from his love. He never told him that, because Kurt knew that his boyfriend would never allow him to stay in Lima, so far from his dreams.
So there they were, forheads pressed together, holding each other as if it were the last time they would ever touch. Blaine had been practically mute on their drive to the airport. He felt sick, exhausted, and defeated. But he was always one to keep things together. To mask his tears by putting on a smile and being his charming, dapper alter ego. It worked on everybody except for the boy -- no -- the man who was about to leave this horrible town and start a new life. A life without him. Blaine was taking shuddering breaths while holding Kurt in his arms for the last time -- at least until Christmas. They locked eyes and didn't so much as blink, trying to soak each other in just enough until the next time they see each other. The longest Blaine had been apart from his boyfriend was eleven days, and it physically hurt his heart. And this happened in the early days of their relationship. They've shared so much, and given each other everything they had to prove their love.
And then he blinked, breaking eye contact for only a millisecond. Hot and desperate tears were racing down Blaine's cheeks, and his breathing was becoming more quick and shallow. He was trying to find words, he really was, but all that came out was whimpers and incoherent mumbling. He saw a single tear go down Kurt's porcelain face, and he couldn't hold it back any longer. He grabbed his boyfriend's waist and crashed their lips together, desperately trying to tell Kurt everything he wanted to say in this one kiss. I love you. I'll miss you. So much. It lasted maybe five seconds, and they felt several glares looking in their direction, but neither of them could care less.
Time was moving way too quickly. Kurt was sure that this clock was rigged, because there's no way they have been holding each other for an hour and fourteen minutes. In a moments time, Kurt will be leaving everything he's ever known. Because now he is headed towards his new home, being separated by thousands of miles from his family and his boyfriend, the people he loves the most. They both promise each other that they will make it. They don't know how but they will, they keep telling each other. Blaine wants to believe that more than anything, but he just feels like Kurt will find somebody much more deserving in a big city that is crowded with acceptance. He doesn't say this out loud, but he didn't need to because Kurt knew exactly what was going on in his mind. "We've been over this, Blaine. I am never saying goodbye to you." A bittersweet smile barely reaches his eyes, and the other boy mirrors his expression. There are no more words until the intercom announces his flight.
They held each other for just a few more moments. Just them living in their own little bubble. Kurt did not allow himself anymore tears, just to assure his distraught boyfriend that, while his mind and body may be living in a different state, his heart will always remain with Blaine. His boyfriend managed to laugh at how cheesy that sounded, but his smile didn't last long. He was going to miss their playful banter. They promised Skype dates, but it wasn't even close to seeing him in person. Coffee dates with him was a regular thing for them. Now, everything that was "regular" for them will no longer be. Now they had to invent new regular things, but all of it will involve communicating through technology.
They finally let go when they heard Burt clear his throat, prompting his son to get on the plane before he changed his mind. They exchanged "I love you", and with one last chaste kiss, Kurt turned around and looked at Gate 117; that was his starting point, his first paragraph, his introduction to the next chapter in his autobiography. With a deep breath, and without looking back, he gave the woman his ticket stub, and strutted down the terminal like it was a catwalk.
Blaine laughed at the site, which was very Kurt, but once his lover was out of his sight, his laugh quickly turned into a broken sob. His knees gave out on him, and he would have collapsed had it not been for Burt embracing him into a tight hug. Minutes went by, filled with nothing but sobbing and Blaine mumbling, "I want my Kurt, I miss my boyfriend, why does it have to hurt so bad? I just love him so much." Burt never loosened his grip, and when he finally spoke, Kurt's father whispered in Blaine's ear, "I know, son. I know."
So why does it hurt so bad? His small, closed minded, slightly homophobic hometown was really all he knew. He had a family again. A real family who sat down at the table for dinner and gathered around to open Christmas presents. He hadn't had that since his mother died, and now, right when he was comfortable living with a family in a wonderful atmosphere had ended as quickly as it began. Now he was going to New York, sharing a small two-bedroom one bathroom apartment with none other than Rachel Berry.
His dad won't be there to hug him and offer his wise words of encouragement if something goes terribly wrong. Sure, he could call him, but it won't be the same. He's going to have to deal with adult issues, and figure things out for himself instead of expecting his dad to give him all the answers. And then there was Blaine Anderson. His soft touches that make Kurt relax from a stressful day won't be there. He won't be able to massage his hand into Blaine's unruly curls that he loved so much. He will miss his smell of sweet cinnamon and Head-n-Shoulders shampoo. He will miss Blaine with every fiber of his being, and he sometimes thought that New York might not be worth being apart from his love. He never told him that, because Kurt knew that his boyfriend would never allow him to stay in Lima, so far from his dreams.
So there they were, forheads pressed together, holding each other as if it were the last time they would ever touch. Blaine had been practically mute on their drive to the airport. He felt sick, exhausted, and defeated. But he was always one to keep things together. To mask his tears by putting on a smile and being his charming, dapper alter ego. It worked on everybody except for the boy -- no -- the man who was about to leave this horrible town and start a new life. A life without him. Blaine was taking shuddering breaths while holding Kurt in his arms for the last time -- at least until Christmas. They locked eyes and didn't so much as blink, trying to soak each other in just enough until the next time they see each other. The longest Blaine had been apart from his boyfriend was eleven days, and it physically hurt his heart. And this happened in the early days of their relationship. They've shared so much, and given each other everything they had to prove their love.
And then he blinked, breaking eye contact for only a millisecond. Hot and desperate tears were racing down Blaine's cheeks, and his breathing was becoming more quick and shallow. He was trying to find words, he really was, but all that came out was whimpers and incoherent mumbling. He saw a single tear go down Kurt's porcelain face, and he couldn't hold it back any longer. He grabbed his boyfriend's waist and crashed their lips together, desperately trying to tell Kurt everything he wanted to say in this one kiss. I love you. I'll miss you. So much. It lasted maybe five seconds, and they felt several glares looking in their direction, but neither of them could care less.
Time was moving way too quickly. Kurt was sure that this clock was rigged, because there's no way they have been holding each other for an hour and fourteen minutes. In a moments time, Kurt will be leaving everything he's ever known. Because now he is headed towards his new home, being separated by thousands of miles from his family and his boyfriend, the people he loves the most. They both promise each other that they will make it. They don't know how but they will, they keep telling each other. Blaine wants to believe that more than anything, but he just feels like Kurt will find somebody much more deserving in a big city that is crowded with acceptance. He doesn't say this out loud, but he didn't need to because Kurt knew exactly what was going on in his mind. "We've been over this, Blaine. I am never saying goodbye to you." A bittersweet smile barely reaches his eyes, and the other boy mirrors his expression. There are no more words until the intercom announces his flight.
They held each other for just a few more moments. Just them living in their own little bubble. Kurt did not allow himself anymore tears, just to assure his distraught boyfriend that, while his mind and body may be living in a different state, his heart will always remain with Blaine. His boyfriend managed to laugh at how cheesy that sounded, but his smile didn't last long. He was going to miss their playful banter. They promised Skype dates, but it wasn't even close to seeing him in person. Coffee dates with him was a regular thing for them. Now, everything that was "regular" for them will no longer be. Now they had to invent new regular things, but all of it will involve communicating through technology.
They finally let go when they heard Burt clear his throat, prompting his son to get on the plane before he changed his mind. They exchanged "I love you", and with one last chaste kiss, Kurt turned around and looked at Gate 117; that was his starting point, his first paragraph, his introduction to the next chapter in his autobiography. With a deep breath, and without looking back, he gave the woman his ticket stub, and strutted down the terminal like it was a catwalk.
Blaine laughed at the site, which was very Kurt, but once his lover was out of his sight, his laugh quickly turned into a broken sob. His knees gave out on him, and he would have collapsed had it not been for Burt embracing him into a tight hug. Minutes went by, filled with nothing but sobbing and Blaine mumbling, "I want my Kurt, I miss my boyfriend, why does it have to hurt so bad? I just love him so much." Burt never loosened his grip, and when he finally spoke, Kurt's father whispered in Blaine's ear, "I know, son. I know."