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this love is ours (jane/kurt fanfic + #bspromptchallenge)

project: @blindspothiatusproject 30 day gif/fanfic prompt challenge

day 23. new york city

A/N: seems that @janietattoos and I were on a similar brainwave for this prompt! I had just finished this up when I read her delightful fic. (And if anyone hasn’t checked out her awesome contributions to the challenge, do so now!)

this love is ours

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to New York City. The local time is 1:17am and it is currently 20 degrees at John F. Kennedy airport. We appreciate your patience with all of the delays today,” the announcement cackled through the airplane speaker a few seconds after the plane touched down.

“We just have one more short delay as we wait for them to clear some equipment from the gate. We’ll have you deplaned and on your way shortly.”

Kurt sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. At this point, a few more minutes weren’t going to make a difference. He was already two and a half days late and he and Jane had long since missed their flight to Barbados.

It had all been planned out. After four days in Washington for meetings, Kurt would fly home to New York on Thursday and he and Jane would fly out on Friday afternoon for a long overdue week away. He’d been at the airport in DC, ready to board his flight when he heard his name paged over the loudspeaker.

When he arrived at the desk, he was greeted by the airline agent and a very nervous-looking gentleman. They explained the situation to him: the other passenger was booked on the next flight to New York, a mere ninety minutes later, but his wife had gone into early labour and he was trying to get home sooner. They didn’t even have to ask before Kurt offered his seat to the man, agreeing to take the later flight.

He texted Jane to explain and she responded quickly with “No problem, going to get a pedicure!”

Little did Kurt know, that small act of kindness would earn him two straight days in the Dulles International Airport as, what had started as a light dusting of snow, turned into a major snowstorm that had grounded hundreds of flights in the DC area.

The delays had been minor at first. Thirty minutes, then fifty. Then two hours. He pushed away the nagging feeling that things were not going to go his way but as his delayed boarding time approached, the announcement came: flight canceled.

He tried in vain to get on another flight that day but had no luck. The soonest they could get him out was 8 a.m. the following morning. And even that was looking less and less likely as the snow continued pilling up on the ground.

“We have until 2 p.m. tomorrow,” Jane said, hopefully, as he gave her the update over the phone. “I’ll pack your suitcase and come meet you at the airport.”

He said a silent prayer that her optimism was well placed but, as the next two days would prove, luck had not been on their side. One after the other, Kurt’s flights had been canceled and before too long, their window for making their flight to Barbados had closed.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” Jane said as he called her with the news that the flight that had been their last chance had been canceled. He couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head.

“Why are you sorry? I’m the one who’s ruined our vacation,” he said sadly.

“You haven’t ruined anything. You did the right thing by giving that guy your seat. Just get home safe, I’ll see if I can get us moved to a later flight. I just feel bad that you’ve been stuck in the airport for so long.”

She had managed to move them to a flight the following morning but alas, he had missed that one, too. The next available flight to Barbados wasn’t until Wednesday so they had made the decision to cancel and try to reschedule the trip for another time.

He scrolled through some emails as the cab drove through the streets of New York to their apartment. He saw one from a name that was familiar, but he couldn’t place it. As he opened it, he realized it was from the man he’d given his seat to. Kurt remembered he’d asked for his card before he boarded the plane.

Thanks again, it read, along with a picture of him, his wife and their newborn.

“At least one good thing came out of these three days,” Kurt mumbled with a smile.

The cab arrived at their building and he quickly paid the fare and made his way inside, desperate to see Jane, have a shower, and get a proper night’s sleep in their bed – in that order.

The apartment was dark when he opened the door, save for the light by the entrance that Jane had left on for him. He had texted her when he had finally boarded his plane and she’d responded with two “fingers crossed” emojis, both hoping that this flight would finally be the one that got him home.

He dropped his bag by the door and kicked off his shoes as he shuffled towards their bedroom. The door was open and he smiled as he saw Jane curled up on his side of the bed, her face buried in his pillow. As he got closer, he saw she was wearing one of his T-shirts, too.

He knelt down beside the bed and brushed her hair off her face, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. He felt her stir awake and she lifted her head, reaching out and brushing her fingers against his cheek.

“You’re home,” she said with a relieved smile, leaning forward to kiss him again. “I missed you.”

“I missed you,” he sighed, leaning his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry about our trip...” he started to say but she shook her head, bringing her finger up to his lips.

“Enough of that. I’m just glad you’re home safe. We’ll have other trips,” she said with a smile. He brushed his lips against her forehead before standing up.

“I’m just going to have a quick shower,” he said as he began pulling off the clothes he’d been in for nearly three days.

She was still awake when he returned from the shower and crawled in beside her, pulling her into his arms. She tangled her legs with his and pressed her face against his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso. She sighed and pressed a kiss over his heart, letting her lips linger there as he tangled his hand in her hair.

“This is better than any beach,” she murmured as they both drifted off to sleep.

She let him sleep in the next morning, knowing that he had slept in airport chairs the previous two nights. It was just before noon when she tiptoed into their room, holding a cup of hot coffee that she set down on his nightstand before gently crawling on top of him.

She leaned down, pressing a trail of soft kisses to his chest, his shoulders, his neck, his chin and finally his lips, grinning as she felt him kiss her back.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she murmured as his hands found her waist and he pulled her closer. “Or almost afternoon,” she added, sitting up and glancing at the clock and he turned his head to follow her gaze.

“I did not mean to sleep that long,” he said with a chuckle as he lay back in bed, folding his arms behind his head.

“You needed it,” she said as she sat up, resting her hands against his chest. “And guess what?” she asked, her lips curling into a hesitant grin. He raised his eyebrows as he waited for her to continue. “It’s snowing,” she whispered.

He lifted his head and looked out the window to see big snowflakes falling from the sky. He groaned and flopped back against his pillow, covering his eyes with his hands.

“I never want to see snow again,” he muttered and she laughed, leaning down to kiss him.

“I can think of a few good ways to spend a snow day,” she whispered against his lips as her hands slid down his torso to his hips, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

“Mmmm...and what might those be?” he asked with a grin as he brought his own hands back to her waist. Before she could answer, he’d flipped them over and she landed against the mattress with a shriek before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“You catch on quickly,” she said with a laugh before he dipped his head down to capture her lips again.

Later, after she had pulled him out of bed with the promise of a late breakfast, he gazed out the window as they ate the fried egg sandwiches she had made for them (a specialty of his that he had taught her how to make when she first moved in).

“Let’s go for a walk,” he suggested and she raised her eyebrows at him, surprised. It was still snowing pretty hard.

“In this? I thought you never wanted to see snow again,” she said with a grin. He shrugged his shoulders as he took the last bite of his sandwich.

“It’s pretty,” he admitted. “And I’ve been cooped up in the airport for three days, I could use some fresh air.”

She agreed and after they had tidied up, they bundled themselves up and headed out into the snowfall, hand in hand.

They walked for a while and before Jane realized it, they were in Central Park. She had never seen it like this, completely blanketed with snow and she looked up in amazement at the trees as they walked beneath them.

“It’s so beautiful like this,” she whispered, pausing to admire a huge Douglas Fir that seemed to have every individual pine needle covered in snow. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

He murmured in agreement and she turned around to face him but he wasn’t where she expected him to be. Instead, he was down on one knee, holding a small black box in one hand.

Jane gasped, her eyes widening as he reached out and took her hand with his.

“I was going to do this on the beach,” he said with a smile. “But Mother Nature had other plans for us.”

Jane laughed and nodded, her eyes filling with tears.

“And as much as I would love to be on a beach right now, there’s something about being in the city we call home that feels much more right,” she squeezed his hand as she bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears. “I love you so much,” he whispered, his own eyes tearing up. “You have shown me how good my life can be and it’s that way because you’re in it.”

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of her hand and she felt her tears slip onto her cheeks.

“I want to spend every day of the rest of my life with you, trying to make you as happy as you make me. I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she whispered immediately, leaning down and throwing her arms around his neck as her lips crashed down on his. “Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyesyes,” she rambled, her lips never leaving his and he laughed as she pushed them back into the snow.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as they kissed and ignoring the snow that was soaking through the back of his jacket and his jeans.

“Sorry, was that a yes?” he asked with a grin as they parted and she narrowed her eyes at him before leaning in to kiss him again.

“Yes,” she mumbled against his lips, giggling as he flipped them over in the snow.

He propped himself up on one elbow, bringing the jewellery box up between them.

“Give me your hand,” he murmured, and she brought her left hand up against his chest. He bit his lip as he opened the box and took out the ring, slipping it onto her finger. He pressed a kiss to the skin right next to it before she leaned up to press her lips to his.

“I love you so much,” she whispered against his lips. “Love you, love you, love you.”

She grinned up at him as he lifted his head, before glancing down at her hands that pressed against his chest, admiring her ring. She looked back up at him with a smile.

“This became a pretty good snowstorm, huh?” she said and he laughed as he nodded.

He brushed her snow covered hair off of her face as they both glanced up at the snow still coming down around them. He looked back down towards her and leaned down, pressing another soft kiss to her lips.

“Better than any beach.”

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