Kurt moved down the aisle slowly, trying his best not to bump into anyone already seated. He sighed, wishing he could afford a first class ticket, but being a college student and all, he was pretty much destined to sit in the back of the plane.

It's not like he wasn't excited to go home for break- he was. It's just that flying is such a pain in the ass. He couldn't understand how some people could enjoy it.

Finally finding his seat, thankfully one only two to a row instead of the dreaded three person, he lifted his bag into the compartment above. Struggling for a second, and perhaps making more noise than he had intended to, he seemed to have startled his seatmate.

When he finally looked down to his seat, adjusting his clothes one last time, he found a boy around his age staring at him with wide eyes. When he saw that Kurt had noticed him, he quickly looked away out the window, not saying anything.

"Hi," Kurt said shakily, not knowing what else to do as he sat in his seat, "I'm Kurt."

"Blaine," the other boy whispered, finally tearing his eyes away from the window.

"You okay?" Kurt asked, peering out the window where Blaine had been looking.

Blaine merely nodded, hands drumming on the armrest. Kurt stared for a second, noticing for the first time just how good-looking this stranger was. His curly hair was escaping the holds of gel and his scared eyes sparkled as he glanced up at Kurt.

"First time flying?" Kurt took a guess, warranting another nod from Blaine.

"Yeah, get to go home to Ohio, goody," he replied sarcastically, posture slightly less guarded than before.

"Ohio? Me too! And I must say, it really is not exciting at all to be going back. How'd you get to New York then if you've never flown before?"

"My parents hired a driver," Blaine said, blushing, "But they couldn't be bothered with me this time. Not really sure why I'm even going home. And I really do not want to fly."

"'Cause it's almost Christmas of course- it's the most wonderful time of the year! And don't worry, everyone gets a little nervous the first time, but you'll be fine!" Kurt joked with an easy smile.

Blaine just kind of shrugged, gripping the armrest tighter and biting his lip as the plane began to take off. His knuckles were white and all Kurt could think of was how uncomfortable he looked.

"I'm sorry, I'm just really freaking out over here," Blaine muttered, looking sheepish, but not loosening his grip on the armrest.

"Here, maybe this will help," Kurt said, taking a chance and gently grabbing one of Blaine's hands, "My mom did this the first time I flew."

Blaine looked sad at the mention of mothers for a margin of a second before seeming to notice that his hand was in Kurt's. He tightened his grip when the plane lurched forwards. He worried what his new friend would think until he realized that Kurt had squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"Thank you," Blaine sighed, leaning his head back against the seat.

They continued their easy chatter for the rest of the flight, learning that they had more in common than either had imagined.

"You're going to have to sing for me one time," Kurt said enthusiastically.

Blaine blushed, nodding slightly, "Same goes for you then."

"Oh don't worry, I'm always singing. I would here, but I'm afraid someone might kill me after this flight if I start now."

"Good thing we're almost off," Blaine said, not sounding happy at all as the passengers started gathering their luggage.

"Yeah, I can't wait to see everyone!" Kurt gushed, texting his dad quickly to let him know that he had landed.

Blaine didn't say anything, staring off. Kurt couldn't help but notice and remember what he had said at the beginning of the flight. Did he not have anywhere to go? But it was Christmas!

Deciding to just go for it, Kurt took a deep breath. "Two questions- one: can I have your cell number? You know, just so we can keep in touch? And two: ... are you doing anything tonight?"

Blaine looked slightly taken aback. "Sorry, that was presumptuous. I mean, we only just met," Kurt blathered, wringing his hands together.

Blaine suddenly put his hand on Kurt's, imitating the move that Kurt had made when the plane was just taking off. "Chill, Kurt! And no, I'm not doing anything tonight."

Kurt sighed, relieved, "Well in that case, you simply must come over! Westerville isn't far from Lima and Carole, that's my stepmom, makes the absolute best food around the holidays and ooh we can make gingerbread cookies!"

Blaine smiled widely, the brightest one Kurt had seen since they met. He bit his lip, almost bouncing in place as Kurt took his phone and put his number in.

Kurt couldn't help but notice the way Blaine lit up and how he couldn't seem to stand still after that.

"You're adorable."

Blaine just ducked his head at that, smiling, "You're not so bad yourself."