Klaine One-shots stories

Dreaming

I am so sorry for the emotional baggage this story is going to leave you with.
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Blaine rolled over in bed and clutched Kurt's pillow close to his chest. Inhaling his husband's scent, he smiled contently as he remembered that by tonight Kurt would be back laying beside him.

Blaine missed his husband so much when he went away on tour for whatever fashion line he was releasing at the time, but seeing Kurt's tired but smiling face as he ran into blaine's open arms at the local airport made all the time away worth it.

" I can't wait to see you again." He thought, pulling himself out of bed and heading into the kitchen to make breakfast, smiling when he thought about the gourmet dinner he was going to cook Kurt tonight, when he collected him from flight 2661, the same one he took every year.

*
Blaine wandering into the airport, heading towards the escalators where the pair usually met.
That was when he started to notice. Everyone looked distraught. Blaine's smile turned into a concerned frown as he realised the majority of the surrounding crowd were in tears.

Blaines heart rate began to pick up speed as he looked upwards at the notice board.

It was completely blank.

Panicking, he ran to the nearest free attendant and had to refrain himself from screaming in the poor woman's face. "What's happened? Why is the notice board blank? Where are all the passengers from the last flights?" he gasped out.

She clutched his arm as a simpathetic look clouded over her face. "Sir, Im still receiving information as it comes, but on the most recent flight, upon landing something went wrong. The tail of the plane broke clean off. It crashed from around 20 thousand feet into a nearby field. I'm still not sure what plane it was exactly, or if there were any survivors. I wish I could help you more." she said.

Tears were streaming down Blaines face before he could register them." it's not Kurt. It can't be him. He would never, ever leave me. He promised me he wouldn't."

Blaine weakly leant against a pillar and lost track of time, until a far-too-cheery jingle ran across the intercom.

"ladies and gentlemen, upon much investigation it has been confirmed by police, paramedic and airport officials that flight number 2661 was subject of the crash. I am so sorry to report that at this moment in time there are no known survivors."

No known survivors

No known survivors

NO KNOWN SURVIVORS.

The words repeated in Blaine's head like bullets. He was going to pass out. He stumbled outside and collapsed to his knees.

A pain he had never felt before gathered in his chest, balling up in his stomach and traveling through to his balled up fists; into his closed throat, down into his weak knees.

"KURT!" Blaine yelled
*
"KURT!" blaine yelled, jerking awake suddenly. It was a dream.

He sighed and wiped his sweaty forehead as he tried to stop his staggered breathing.

Rubbing his tired eyes, blaine rolled over in bed.

Only to feel his heart contract as he looked at the empty mattress beside him.

Blinking back tears, Blaine clutched Kurt's pillow to his chest. Inhaling as hard as he could, he picked up no scent whatsoever. He never could anymore. It was if Kurt had never existed.

How Blaine wished he had said one last "I love you." to Kurt before he had boarded flight 2661.