Monday 4th May, 10.32am

Blaine had been intent on waking up at a decent time this morning.  He really had. He had plans. Let it be known that he'd had plans.

Hed turned 21 a few weeks back and was set on getting himself his first ever passport and exploring past the boundary lines of Lima, Ohio.  He wasnt sure where he would head but he knew where he should start.  The “hip” new travel agency that had recently opened in the city and boasted “The freshest faces and the freshest prices”.

If he was honest, Blaine found the whole thing quite corny.  Who named a travel agency “Flights of Fancy” anyway?  Regardless, hed been seduced by their bright window displays of maps, oriental fabrics, old atlases and trinkets from all over the world.  And sure.  The prices werent too bad, either.

After convincing himself that a slightly battered banana was a suitable breakfast for a man in a hurry, he grabbed his satchel and headed toward the door.

**

Blaines phone started ringing just as he approached the store.  He stopped walking and retrieved it from his bag-he didnt want to be “that guy” entering a store part way through a call.

“Sam?” he answered.

“Great, Blaine, Im glad I got you.  Listen, Im going to be done with work early today – lunch?”

Blaines stomach made a noise as he recalled his measly breakfast.

“Yes. Definitely. Lunch sounds great. I just have to grab a form for a passport-shouldnt take me more than 5 minutes?”

“A passport, huh?  Finally making a break for it?”

Blaine laughed.  “Something like that” he answered.

They organized a meeting point, and Blaine ended the call and walked into the store.

 **

The staff were clearly busy and all had their eyes trained on the screens in front of them.  There were three staff, all roughly the same age as Blaine.  The office was laid out with four circular pods, with half-moon shaped couches wrapping around each desk.  It was bright and tidy and two couches were occupied with customers looking to book their next big adventure.  It was all a little overwhelming.

And then a voice spoke up.

“Hi! Sorry-didnt spot you there!  Can I help at all?” 

Blaine turned toward the voice and the smiling face accompanying it. That happened to be attached to an incredibly handsome man. 

Oh god he was attractive.

As if on cue, as if it was its life purpose to do so at that very minute, his satchel slipped from the shoulder it was resting on and ended up on the floor. 

The smiling man was now smirking, and stared at the bag while Blaine stayed rooted to the spot in silence.  He stood, and stepped out from behind his pod.

He bent in front of Blaine, and gracefully swooped the bag from the ground and placed it into Blaines hands.

“Here” he said.  “This one is clearly too eager to start its own trip, but maybe I can help you first?” he grinned.  “My name is Kurt – how can I be of assistance?”  He held out a hand and Blaine shook it weakly.

Oh god my palms must be so sweaty he thought.

 Kurt gestured toward his desk and Blaine followed, wishing the floor would open beneath him.

“So...what can I do for you?” Kurt prompted again.

Blaine hesitated as if it was the hardest question hed ever been asked.

“Oh! Yes. I know what you can do to me.  For me.  FOR me.  I mean...dammit.”

Blaines face was burning up and he cursed the effect this man seemed to be having on him.

“Passport forms?” he stuttered.

“Sure thing! Is this your first time?”

“Is this my...first time?” Blaine asked. “My first time doing what?”

“Passport.  Is this your first passport?” Kurt asked with a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Oh. Yes.  Passport virgin” 

Passport virgin.

Blaine could have cried.

Standing with a giggle (A fucking giggle), Kurt opened a drawer behind him and retrieved the forms.

“One passport form” he confirmed, handing the form to Blaine.  “Was there anything else I could help with?”

At that moment, Blaines stomach decided to remind him of its neglect that morning by unleashing the loudest rumble he was sure any human being had ever produced.

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

“Someone skipped breakfast by the sound of it? Never a good plan” he grinned.

“Banana” Blaine stated, as if that explained everything. “Thanks for the...yknow” he added, and waved the forms at Kurts face, before starting to turn toward the door.

“No problem! And thanks for popping into Flights of Fancy – I look forward to many more....firsts”.

And then Kurt winked at him.  He winked. 

Blaine left the store, turned the corner and realised there was only one thing to do. Book all the holidays to all the countries. 

All of them.