the stars in your eyes | t.s. one shots

movin' in

inspired by the song 'baggage' by kelsea ballerini, which is just such a taylor and travis coded song! if you aren't listening to her new album, you should be because it is phenomenal <3

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"Trav," Taylor says, smiling up at the man who is sitting beside her, "can I talk to you about something?"

"Course you can," he says, grazing his fingers up and down her arm. Only a few short hours ago, he asked her to be his girlfriend, and of course, she said yes. Things have been going really well. He's floating on cloud nine, honestly. "What's up?"

"It's about what you asked me earlier..." She sees a look of panic flash across his face and instantly shakes her head. "I'm really excited about it. You know exactly how I feel. I really like you." Taylor feels a surge of pride in her chest for being able to admit that. It took a while to learn how to be open about her feelings, and especially to do so with Travis after a really difficult last year. "I just... want to talk about some of the more grown-up elements of it. What it's actually and really going to look like for us. Because..." she sighs. "I think we both know that our lives aren't normal."

He nods. "I know. But you already know, babe. I told you, whatever you need, I'm good for."

"You know I'm not dating just to fuck around anymore," Taylor says, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm too old for that. I..." She takes a deep breath. She doesn't want to intimidate him but as she chooses her words meticulously, she realizes that it's just time to lay it all on the line. "I wouldn't agree to date someone I didn't seriously see a future with. And I see that with you."

"You know I feel the same," he says. "Tay, I want to have it all with you someday. I know it's too early to be saying that, and I don't want to freak you out, but it's true."

Heat rushes into Taylor's face as her cheeks turn a deep pink. "Trav..."

"It's just the truth."

"The reason that I'm saying all of this," she says, recovering as she anxiously twirls a strand of hair around her finger, "is that we've got to figure out a good way to make this work. I'm so excited about our future together, but if we're going to do this, we've got to make this our life. Especially since I'm going back out on tour soon, and it's all going to get a lot more complicated then. We're going to have to figure it out as a team and really prioritize each other, alright?"

"Absolutely. Anything. Name your price," Travis tells her, placing his hand on her thigh and letting it linger there. She doesn't react, so he doesn't take it away.

"Can we just... sit down, look at our schedules for the rest of the year, and figure out when we can be together?" Taylor's voice is quiet and shaky, as if she's terrified to be asking this. "And... I want to come here, if that's alright with you. I know you've got football and that's gonna be the only way to work it all out. But... I don't want it to be this whole thing every week, packing for what I'll need and all that. I just... can you clear out some space in the closet for me? Can we really go all in?"

A smile grows on the man's face, his eyes crinkling up as he grins wider and wider. "Hey, of course I can," he tells her. "There's nobody else in the whole world I'd rather be doing this with. Hell, Tay, you say the word and you can call Kansas City home. I'm so serious about this... about us."

She looks over at him, a twinkle in her eye. "Trav, are you serious?"

"So, so serious," he promises her, brushing her bangs aside with one finger and placing a kiss right along her hairline. And that's how, a week later, three moving boxes arrive on Travis Kelce's front doorstep. They're full of Taylor's favorite clothes, shoes, and a special throw blanket, shipped in from her New York City apartment. A few hours later, a FedEx truck shows up and a large box is on Travis's front porch. The new Gibson guitar that Taylor had sent to Kansas City. She hates ever being away from a guitar that she can write with.