No way Kurt could just leave you alone. Whether he liked it or not, he loved you. Kurt was your boyfriend, and he couldn’t just leave you to go on tour. That was what he was telling himself, anyways, before you suggested tagging along.

“Love, that’s..” He’s dumbfounded with realization with your suggestion. It would be expensive, but.. he would do it for you. Sure, the tickets were over $1000 total. But that didn’t matter. Screw it.

“That’s a great idea.” Kurt’s eyes light up with excitement, but he conceals it with a soft smirk. “I’d love for you to tag along. Are you sure you want to, though? The guys can be kind of rough, and..”

Suddenly he winces back, realization washing over him. What was he kidding? There was no way you could come! It wasn’t just the price, but… Gah! Damn your innocent suggestion!

He looked off to the side, chewing on his lower lip. The rocker was already running through the possibilities. What if the plane crashed? With you on it? Oh gods. What if his bandmates hit on you? And what if you liked it? He didn’t want that, not in a million years. Kurt wanted you to be safe. Obviously you were his, and he was yours…