It's The Little Things

Reunion

Rosanna's POV:

"We are beginning our descent into Cleveland, OH., please fasten your seat-belts."

The robotic voice coming from the speakers of the plane woke me, I had slept the entire plane ride, believe it or not.  

I quickly fastened my seat-belt and then checked my phone, amazingly it wasn't completely dead from playing music the whole time.  I stretched, yawning, and then fixed my hair, using my phone as a mirror I threw it up into a messy bun, not wanting to bother with it.  I packed all of my stuff up and was ready to go by the time the plane landed.  I made my way through customs and picked up my single suitcase, then texted my brother.

To: Buddy

From: Ro

I'm here in the airport, where are you?

He replied almost instantly.

To: Ro

From: Buddy

I'm in the airport too, you should be able to find me pretty easily.

I chuckled at that, Kurt was probably the easiest person in the world to find due to one thing: his height.  He was six foot seven inches and skinny as a string bean.  I looked around, scanning over everyone else's head in search of him.

Where is he...there.

I finally spotted a familiar head of dark, curly hair towering above the rest of the crowd.

"Kurt!"  I hollered, starting to move his way.  He didn't respond, just kept walking away from me, and getting farther away since he had such a long stride.  I rolled my eyes in frustration and decided to yell the one thing bound to get his attention, something I hadn't said in years.

"Amico, vieni qui!"  Friend/Buddy, come here!  I shouted at the top of my lungs, the Italian words coming easily to my lips even after the many years of not being used.  His head swiveled, looking back towards me, and his dark blue eyes met my light green ones.  A wide smile practically split his face in two.

"Rosa!"  He shouted happily, with a much stronger accent than mine, taking massive strides back towards me.  He reached me in seconds, bending down and wrapping me in a massive hug, lifting me off of the ground.  I wrapped my legs around his waist, hanging on for dear life with my arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him back just as tightly as he was holding me.  We stayed like that for a moment, ignoring the odd looks people were giving us, before he set me back down on my own two feet.

"How was your flight, Flower?"  He asked me, grabbing my suitcase in one hand and my hand in the other and proceeding to start walking back towards the exit of the airport.  I trotted to keep up with him.

"It was fine, Buddy.  How's Mom?"  I questioned, afraid of the answer I would get.  His shoulders tensed slightly.

"She's as well as can be expected, which isn't too well I'm afraid.  She's completely bed-ridden, and rather depressed.  Keeps saying that she wants to hurry up and die already, instead of lingering for months, and go be with Dad."

I could hear the pain and tears in his voice, and I very nearly broke down myself because of it, but I kept my cool.  I needed to put up a strong front, for both Mom and Kurt, even if it ripped my inside's apart.

"She's always been like that, Kurt.  Every time she got sick, no matter how small the illness was.  I was around her more than you were the past couple of years, she's digressed a lot since Dad passed and you left for L.A."

"You mean you've had to listen to that kind of talk for years, and  you never told me!?"  

We were in his car by now, brought to a standstill by traffic, so he turned and looked at me when he said it, his eyes wide and incredulous.  I smiled sadly.

"Yes, Buddy.  I never told you because you were finally happy again, out in L.A.  I couldn't mess that up for you, not after what you did for me."

His eyes softened, and he smiled a small, sad little smile.

"Same old Rosa, always putting other's before herself.  What would I do without you?"

I was saved from replying by the traffic, which now decided to move at a good pace.  We drove in silence for a few minutes, before Kurt broke the silence.

"So, what did you get up to in London?"

I sighed.

"Its a long story, do you want me to tell you now or later?"

"Tell me now, who knows when you'll have another chance."

I nodded, agreeing with him, and launched into my tale.

"Well, when I landed my first struggle was figuring out how to hail a taxi..."

Two Hours Later

"And now I'm here in the car with you."

Two hours, three bottles of water, and fifteen songs later I had finished my tale and we were only ten minutes away from the hospital.  Kurt sat in silence, he hadn't said a word the entire time I was speaking, which I appreciated.  I had told him every little detail, not leaving a single thing out.  I couldn't lie to Kurt, he knew me too well and I had always told him everything.

"Rosa, do you realize how dangerous that was?"

He sounded scolding, worried, and so much like my father...I pushed the thought away and answered him.

"Yes.  But, for whatever reason, I felt...safe, I guess.  Like I was home.  I don't know, I let my instincts guide me instead of logic, for once in my life.  They were nice to me, Kurt, and I needed someone to care about me, and I needed someone to care for.  Louis and his friends provided me with both of those things.  It just felt natural, I've never let someone in that much that quickly, not since...him."

Kurt nodded thoughtfully.

"Alright Rosa, I'll trust you on this, but please be careful.  They're celebrities, they may be there one day and gone the next, you never know.  Plus, if you're seen with them, there will be a lot of hate directed towards you, and I don't want that for my little sister."

"I know all of that, Kurt, and thank you for trusting me.  I'll be careful."

He just nodded, and then changed the topic.

"We're here."

I looked up from my lap in time to see the outside of a parking garage flash by.  He drove up two levels and then pulled into a parking space, putting the car in park and turning it off.  He pocked the keys and then turned to me.

"Are you ready?  She might hurt you with her words, Rosa."

I shrugged.

"She can't hurt me any more than she already has.  Let's go." 

I opened my door and started walking, satchel over my shoulder, head high, clothes neat, and heart hurting.

A/N:  This chapter ended up not being the way I had originally thought, but that's alright.  You get to see a lot more of Kurt in this chapter, and from now on he's going to be in the story a lot more.  I hope you like him.  I based him a bit off of my own brother, but not entirely, just as I based Ro off of me a bit, but not entirely.  I apologize of the Italian was incorrect, I got it off of Google Translate.  Also, I am more than aware that she should have jet-lag and all of that jazz, but since I'm not exactly a world-traveler I don't know how that all works, so please bear with me.  Comment what you think, vote if you liked it.  Love you guys!