Blaine didn't know where he was going, or exactly what he was doing, but what he did know was that he needed to find Kurt, and fast.

What was a steady walk turned into a sprint as Blaine searched throughout the airport to find him. There were so many things unsaid, and actions not done that Blaine's mind could not, for the life of him, function properly.

He loved Kurt. He loved him more than he needed air, or food, or hair-gel, but it took him about an hour and twenty-five minutes ago to realize that.

And that is why he was there. At the airport. Because Kurt needed to know that he loved him. God, he loved him so much. And so help him, he would not live to watch Kurt get on that plane and perform at Nationals without knowing that. Because it was time. And he damn well knew it.

Kurt was pacing. He was watching the planes take off in the distance as he tried to sort his mind out.

He never thought he'd be in this position. Ever. But here he was, madly in love with Blaine, yet could not for the life him summon up the courage to say so.

Sure, Kurt knew he was in love with Blaine ever since the moment they met eyes, that was easy to see. But what about Blaine?

It's been past three months since they had become boyfriends, but they've never fully been on the subject of love. Sex, of course, was already handled. They had set down ground rules until further notice, but love? No.

That was until Kurt saw something, or someone by that matter, in the corner of his eye, forcing his way throughout the crowd of exhausted travelers. Kurt knew exactly who it was, but he wasn't sure how to believe it.

"Hi" is all that Kurt managed to say, because before he knew it, Blaine's arms were wrapped completely around him, and his lips were fully, but softly, on his.