All Hearts Lead Home {A Glee/Klaine One-Shot}

All Hearts Lead Home

A big, bold X stared Blaine right in the face as he capped his bright red marker with a pleasant smile quickly forming on his lips.

Although he had attempted to contain his eagerness for this day, it had become more and more apparent over the past weeks each time he crossed off another day on his calendar, that he now returned to its place in the back of the drawer of the bedroom's desk. At last, he needed to anxiously count the days on his calendar no more.

There was just something about going home that gave Blaine a good feeling. It wasn't that his extended family held the record for the world's most welcoming and accepting family- no, he had plenty of comforting friends here that had filled that problematic gap ages ago-but the element of hometown confidence that was never slow to arrive whenever he visited. And now it was only a few hours before he was soaring through the wintry sky from New York City back to home in Lima, Ohio.

Blaine wasn't going alone, however. As he rolled out two neatly-packed suitcases from the shared bedroom and into the empty loft apartment, he was suddenly reminded of the time. It had to be any minute now that Kurt would be rolling open the front door, just as excited to get going, right?

Kurt had been spending the last few evenings staying late at school to finish his required projects for finals before Christmas break had rolled around. He had promised to at least be home by five, and the six o'clock hour was quickly approaching...

By now there was nothing for Blaine to do but wait. The other members of the gang had long escaped to their own holiday vacations. There was Sam, who wasn't hesitant at all to accept Mercedes' offer to head back to sunny LA for the week and spend the break there. Then Santana, who had left for her all-expense paid trip to Florida with Brittany, and Artie, who had mentioned his mother coming to visit him here in New York for Christmas. And of course Rachel had already sailed off with her dads on their annual cruise trip. Now Blaine and Kurt were the only ones left, and seemed to be the only ones actually heading home for the holidays.

He hoped that wherever Kurt was, he was okay. With one simple glance out the kitchen window, Blaine could see that the typical winter weather was already in full effect.

Only moments later, as if on cue, Blaine heard the apartment's door burst open.

"Oh my gosh. Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed as he rushed over to his flurry-covered boyfriend in the doorway.

"Four blocks," Kurt huffed, removing his trapper hat (and sending an abundance of little snowflakes falling to the floor). "Four blocks through the snow from the subway station!"

"Aw, Kurt..." Blaine spoke as he helped brush off the rest of the snow from his faux-fur lined coat and the rest of his body.

Kurt stood there, with his usually precisely-styled chestnut hair poking out in all directions, and a rather unhappy look on his rosy red face.

"You should've called," Blaine said. "If I had known you were out there for so long, I would've walked home with you instead of doing nothing while I waited."

"I couldn't get a consistent signal anywhere; it was like a blizzard," Kurt replied as he shrugged out of his coat and scarf before hanging them up and taking a seat at the kitchen table. "Trust me, I tried calling."

"I'm sure it'll be all blown over by the time we get to the airport," Blaine replied, taking a seat across from him and reaching for his boyfriend's ice-cold hand. The paleness of Kurt's skin along with the chilled temperature contrasted with Blaine's as they lay across the table.

Kurt passed him a glance that was far from certainty. "Um... Blaine, sweetheart? When was the last time you looked outside?"

"What? They said it was only supposed to be light snow through the afternoon," Blaine told him. "Once this passes over, we'll be on our way back to Lima together."