fic: big jet plane
title: big jet plane
pairing: kurt/blaine
rating: pg-13
word count: 800 words
summary: blaine is a big business man who gave up on beautiful a long time ago. kurt is beautiful and doesn't believe in giving up.
a/n: one of these moments when real life happens and fic follows on basically.
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His expensive gold watch tells him it's five in the morning. The ash of his last cigarette is still bitter on his tongue and the mint of his aftershave just gently dances on his jaw. The sun outside the small window is rising and Blaine greets it welcomingly. The night travels make him uncomfortable. He can never sleep and ever since he was little he hated being the last one awake.
The man beside him stirs into consciousness as a glare of light bursts through the space between them. He groans and rubs his eyes sleepily and Blaine realises with a start that they are a brilliant shade of blue, sharper than the sky and lighter than the sun.
He's kind of beautiful.
But Blaine gave up on beautiful a long time ago so he simply turns away, resting his head on the
clear glass. He really needs a cigarette right now but they've got a long spell until landing.
Right now he really hates his job.
~
When Blaine was a kid he loved flying. He got so excited when they went through a cloud and secretly loved the little swoop of his stomach as they took off.
Not so much as flying as the ground falling under.
But now he flies all the time and it's sort of lost its charm...
~
A week later he departs Chicago for New York.
He sits next to Blue Eyes again.
He doesn't miss the little smile he gives him.
He wonders absently if he remembers him.
~
This time Blaine can't help it. He's already sick of the nickname in his mind.
Sometimes he thinks he gets bored too easily.
"What's your name?' he asks. Blue Eyes gives him a surprised look but answers anyway.
"I'm Kurt... Kurt Hummel," he responds.
It's a nice name, Blaine thinks.
"And you are?" Kurt Hummel asks.
~
When Blaine first started working at his job he used to play a little game. People would ask for his name and he would give them the most ridiculous things he could think of, just waiting for someone to laugh.
After a few months of no one cracking he got bored.
~
"Blaine Anderson."
"Rain, Blaine, Same, Tame..." Kurt sings and then breaks out into adorable giggles.
In all his months of flying no one has ever laughed for him.
He has a nice laugh, Blaine thinks, but he doesn't really understand what's so funny.
~
"It's a little game I have," Kurt tells him later and Blaine wonders what gave him permission to
start a conversation.
Man, he's really not used to this.
"I rhyme names to remember them," he continues.
"Like The Princess Bride?" Blaine guesses. Kurt grins.
"Exactly.
~
They get off at New York and Kurt winks at him over their luggage collection.
Blaine's heart flutters but he walks away.
He gave up on beautiful a long time ago.
~
Three days later he's on a plane to Miami.
Kurt isn't on it.
~
Three months later he catches a plane to Toronto. He sees Kurt at the luggage collection again and he can't help but go up to him.
"Hey there," he greets him. Kurt looks up at him with a look of surprise but it isn't (for once in Blaine's life) bad surprise. "What brings you to Toronto?"
"Work," Kurt answers but he shouldn't be surprised. "Glad to be going back home now, though. It's been a long month."
"Where's home?" Blaine asks and Kurt answers Los Angeles. Blaine is seized by a sudden impulse
and for the first time in months he laughs.
"Funny that," he says, although it really isn't, "but that's where I'm going too!"
Kurt's smile makes it worth losing that promotion that he hadn't really wanted anyway.
~
Blaine spends all his travelling cash on that ticket but he scores a seat next to Kurt and gets to hear him laugh again.
“God, this just keeps happening, doesn’t it?” he notes.
“Funny that,” Blaine says again because he couldn’t think of anything else.
~
They get off at Los Angeles and Blaine realises he has nowhere to stay. He debates his options for a moment before Kurt catches his strange expression.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
“
No,” Blaine answers truthfully, “but I will be.”
And then he does the most ridiculous thing he has ever done in his life.
More ridiculous than serenading a boy in public with a song about sex toys.
More ridiculous than telling an elderly woman his name is Christina Aguilera.
More ridiculous than buying expensive tickets to follow a man he’s met three times.
He kisses him.
And Kurt kisses him back and doesn’t taste a thing like cheap cigarettes or mint, but apples and cream and coffee and Blaine wonders absently if he’ll ever get bored of it.
Because it’s not so much like flying as the ground falling under.
pairing: kurt/blaine
rating: pg-13
word count: 800 words
summary: blaine is a big business man who gave up on beautiful a long time ago. kurt is beautiful and doesn't believe in giving up.
a/n: one of these moments when real life happens and fic follows on basically.
---
His expensive gold watch tells him it's five in the morning. The ash of his last cigarette is still bitter on his tongue and the mint of his aftershave just gently dances on his jaw. The sun outside the small window is rising and Blaine greets it welcomingly. The night travels make him uncomfortable. He can never sleep and ever since he was little he hated being the last one awake.
The man beside him stirs into consciousness as a glare of light bursts through the space between them. He groans and rubs his eyes sleepily and Blaine realises with a start that they are a brilliant shade of blue, sharper than the sky and lighter than the sun.
He's kind of beautiful.
But Blaine gave up on beautiful a long time ago so he simply turns away, resting his head on the
clear glass. He really needs a cigarette right now but they've got a long spell until landing.
Right now he really hates his job.
~
When Blaine was a kid he loved flying. He got so excited when they went through a cloud and secretly loved the little swoop of his stomach as they took off.
Not so much as flying as the ground falling under.
But now he flies all the time and it's sort of lost its charm...
~
A week later he departs Chicago for New York.
He sits next to Blue Eyes again.
He doesn't miss the little smile he gives him.
He wonders absently if he remembers him.
~
This time Blaine can't help it. He's already sick of the nickname in his mind.
Sometimes he thinks he gets bored too easily.
"What's your name?' he asks. Blue Eyes gives him a surprised look but answers anyway.
"I'm Kurt... Kurt Hummel," he responds.
It's a nice name, Blaine thinks.
"And you are?" Kurt Hummel asks.
~
When Blaine first started working at his job he used to play a little game. People would ask for his name and he would give them the most ridiculous things he could think of, just waiting for someone to laugh.
After a few months of no one cracking he got bored.
~
"Blaine Anderson."
"Rain, Blaine, Same, Tame..." Kurt sings and then breaks out into adorable giggles.
In all his months of flying no one has ever laughed for him.
He has a nice laugh, Blaine thinks, but he doesn't really understand what's so funny.
~
"It's a little game I have," Kurt tells him later and Blaine wonders what gave him permission to
start a conversation.
Man, he's really not used to this.
"I rhyme names to remember them," he continues.
"Like The Princess Bride?" Blaine guesses. Kurt grins.
"Exactly.
~
They get off at New York and Kurt winks at him over their luggage collection.
Blaine's heart flutters but he walks away.
He gave up on beautiful a long time ago.
~
Three days later he's on a plane to Miami.
Kurt isn't on it.
~
Three months later he catches a plane to Toronto. He sees Kurt at the luggage collection again and he can't help but go up to him.
"Hey there," he greets him. Kurt looks up at him with a look of surprise but it isn't (for once in Blaine's life) bad surprise. "What brings you to Toronto?"
"Work," Kurt answers but he shouldn't be surprised. "Glad to be going back home now, though. It's been a long month."
"Where's home?" Blaine asks and Kurt answers Los Angeles. Blaine is seized by a sudden impulse
and for the first time in months he laughs.
"Funny that," he says, although it really isn't, "but that's where I'm going too!"
Kurt's smile makes it worth losing that promotion that he hadn't really wanted anyway.
~
Blaine spends all his travelling cash on that ticket but he scores a seat next to Kurt and gets to hear him laugh again.
“God, this just keeps happening, doesn’t it?” he notes.
“Funny that,” Blaine says again because he couldn’t think of anything else.
~
They get off at Los Angeles and Blaine realises he has nowhere to stay. He debates his options for a moment before Kurt catches his strange expression.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
“
No,” Blaine answers truthfully, “but I will be.”
And then he does the most ridiculous thing he has ever done in his life.
More ridiculous than serenading a boy in public with a song about sex toys.
More ridiculous than telling an elderly woman his name is Christina Aguilera.
More ridiculous than buying expensive tickets to follow a man he’s met three times.
He kisses him.
And Kurt kisses him back and doesn’t taste a thing like cheap cigarettes or mint, but apples and cream and coffee and Blaine wonders absently if he’ll ever get bored of it.
Because it’s not so much like flying as the ground falling under.