*Part 2 of chapter 4*

Christie_19_books

"Yes. And I'd rather not talk about it." Kurt glanced down at the hand in his again, "You're wearing pink gloves?"

The smile Kurt got in reply was almost blinding and was so wide it muffled Blaine's usually deafening laugh, "Did you expect anything else?"

Kurt simply rolled his eyes.

"Where about are you heading?" Blaine asked.

"I was heading towards gate D before you distracted me." Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"It actually seemed like you were heading for the hospital before I 'distracted' you." Blaine raised an eyebrow in return.

Kurt's sarcastic eyebrow dropped and his face settled into a frown, "Funny."

"I know." Blaine grinned, "But seriously, where are you going?"

"And I would tell you this, why? So you can stalk me and murder me with a neon pink knife?"

"It's actually hot pink, but I appreciate the thought." Blaine grinned again.

Kurt shook his head in disbelief, "Do you just smile all the time or..."

"I wasn't smiling when I saw you lying on the floor. I was actually quite scared."

"What? Scared that I'd find out about your secret obsession with pink things?"

"Oh no. That's no secret. I'm out of the pink-loving closet and proud. I was scared that you'd hurt yourself."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "As much as I'd love to continue this incredibly life-changing conversation, I really have to go."

"Go where?"

"Ohio." Kurt snapped, "Now let go of my hand."

Blaine's eyes widened and immediately dropped his hand, having forgotten they were still holding hands, "Im going to Ohio, too."

"You are?" Kurt grinned.

Blaine frowned, confused at Kurt's sudden enthusiasm, "Yeah!"

"Great, have fun. I hope I don't get to see your annoyingly bright pink clothing." Kurt smiled and waved his hand.

Blaine's eyes narrowed as he watched Kurt turn on his heel and walk away.

"What the hell is your problem with me?" Blaine yelled.

Kurt turned around, still walking backwards as he watched Blaine throw his arms up in the air before dropping them back to his sides.

"Well?" Blaine snapped his fingers and Kurt fought the urge to laugh at the impatient gesture, "What have I done to make you hate me?"

"I don't hate you." Kurt smiled, tilting his head slightly.

"Well, what is it then? Why are you so horrible to me?"

Kurt pursed his lips together slightly, "I don't know." He looked back and realised he was getting close to the door and would have to turn around soon, "You're different."

"I'm different?" Blaine repeated, "What does that mean?"

One side of Kurt's mouth tipped upwards as he shrugged.

Blaine frowned and shrugged back.

Kurt bit his lip slightly and tilted his head to the side, reaching his arm back to press the elevator button.

Blaine's eyes shut and then opened.

The elevator behind him made a sound, interrupting their speechless conversation and Kurt winked as he turned on his heel and stepped into the elevator.

He kept eye contact with Blaine for the whole time until the doors shut.

Kurt leaned his head against the back wall of the elevator and let out a long sigh.

He couldn't explain this feeling. A small pit of something indescribable settled at the bottom of his stomach and his heart was beating fast. He couldn't keep the smile off his face no matter how hard he tried.

But then the elevator made that noise again and the doors opened.

Kurt nodded slowly and looked down to make sure he was holding a black suitcase and not a 'hot pink' one.

He was about to step out when someone entered the lift, grabbing his hand.

Kurt's first instinct was to yank his hand back and hold it with his other hand.

But that instinct flew out of the open elevator doors when he saw the pink glove holding onto his hand.

Glancing up slowly, Kurt took his time to really take in the man before him. He wore tight red jeans and a blue t-shirt that hugged him in all the right places.  A blue and white checkered bow tie was a cute touch, Kurt thought. His hair was a complete mess of curls but it somehow fit and didn't seem messy at all, it actually looked good.

More than good, Kurt reminded himself with a scoff.

Finally he met Blaine's eyes only to find the hazel gloves weren't looking at his eyes.

They were fixated on something lower. Kurt bit his lip slightly and smirked when Blaine licked his lips at the action.

"Can I help you?" Kurt tilted his head innocently when Blaine looked up to meet his eyes.

"Maybe."

Kurt frowned, "What does that mea-"

Blaine cut of his sentence by covering Kurt's mouth with his lips.

Kurt stood still for a moment before he basically melted and lifted his arms to rest on top of Blaine's shoulders.

Blaine was holding Kurt's waist and pushing the man into the wall behind him, stepping in between Kurt's legs which were pushed slightly open as he leaned against the wall.

Kurt moved one of his hands up into Blaine's hair and gripped onto his curls gently, tilting his head slightly to get a better angle.

When they pulled apart they were both breathing heavily.

Blaine rested his head against Kurt's and simply gazed into Kurt's eyes.

"What was that for?" Kurt hated how high and breathy his voice came out.

"I don't know." Blaine sighed stepping backwards, "You can choose."

Kurt glanced at Blaine in confusion so Blaine continued, "I mean, it can just be a random kiss with a stranger that will never happen again or it can be a kiss that leads to me taking you out on a date once we get back to Ohio."

Blaine was suddenly quiet and the constant happy glow in his eyes was replaced by a more nervous and hesitant but still hopeful glint.

Kurt stared at Blaine who was staring at the floor before smiling, "If I were to choose the second option, would I get to kiss you more?"

Hazel eyes snapped up to meet his and crinkled at the sides when Blaine smiled, "Yes."

"And would it mean that I'd have to see pink everyday?"

Blaine looked thoughtful for a moment, "I can stop the pink obsession if you really don't like it."

"I was kidding." Kurt nudged their shoulders together, "Pink suits you."

This was requested by Christie_19_books

Sorry I haven't posted again. I've been having some trouble with my parents.