Monday May 4th, 3.09pm

"I need a drink" Blaine declared, as he stood with Sam on the sidewalk across the street from the travel agency.

"You have water in your bag- I saw it there when you decided to throw it on the ground" Sam pointed out.

Blaine shook his head. "No, Sam.  I need a drink.  An alcoholic drink.  How am I supposed to show my face in there again?!"

Sam sighed.  It had taken them nearly 30 minutes to walk back to the agency.  Blaine kept stopping to verbally curse himself...and at one point to punch an unsuspecting lamppost which, judging by the squeak, he immediately regretted.

"And my hand hurts. And its all your fault."

"What? How is that fair?" Sam asked, shocked.  "What did I do?!"

‘Nothing.  Youve done absolutely nothing.  I just need something to blame besides my stellar social skills.  Or lack thereof.  Sorry man...its something Ive been working on."

"No harm.  Besides, weve been standing here looking into the store for nearly ten minutes now, and I havent seen a single dude in there.  Are you sure its this place?"

Blaine looked at him like hed grown a third eye.  "Am I sure this is the right place?! Of COURSE Im sure! Maybe he...maybe hes gone to the bathroom?"

"For ten minutes? Maybe you left as much of an impression on him as he did on you...if you know what I mean..." Sam wiggled his eyebrows at Blaine. 

"Oh grow up" Blaine mumbled.

"I bet hes growing...up....."

"Did you really just...? Seriously? You couldnt possibly know that thats what hes doing.  Maybe they have a back exit? He could have slipped past us?"

"I bet he could slip past your back exit..."

Blaine sighed and put his head in his hands.  "Im going in. I can handle this without you."

"I bet you can, stud" Sam agreed, laughing so hard his stomach was starting to hurt.

"Youre ridiculous. Im going."

**

He crossed the street, striding toward the door.  He put on a brave face - trying to look more confident than he felt.

As he entered the store, hot travel agent guy was nowhere to be seen.

A woman sitting at the pod closest to the window welcomed him in and he sat at the seat in front of her.

"Hey! Im Santana" she said. "How can I help...you! I know you!"

Ohgodohgodohgod.

"You...you do?" Blaine stuttered.  He could feel his face getting warm.

"Yeah! Youre the guy that dropped his bag with Kurt earlier, right?  The passport virgin?"

Kurt.  The agent of his dreams. Pull yourself together, Blaine.

Blaine nodded, embarrassed, but allowed himself a chuckle. Her forwardness was refreshing.  "I guess thats me".

"Well then, Mr soon-to-be-passport-holder.  How can I help?"

"Well, there was an...accident." Blaine subconsciously rubbed his aching hand.

"Oh no! Are you ok?"

"Im fine.  The passport forms though...they got...wet.  I kinda need another one?"

Santana laughed.  "No problemo.  Ill hook you up."  She reached into her drawer and produced another form.

"Thank you so much...Santana, right?"

"Thats me!  And you are...?"

Before Blaine could answer, the door to the back office opened, and Kurt was there - standing in the doorway, a hand on his hip, smiling at him. 

Blaine nearly swallowed his tongue.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear!" Santana laughed.  "Remember this guy?" She turned to Blaine.  "What was your name again?"

"My name is...its...Im Blaine"

"Blaine?" Kurt grinned from the doorway.  "Its nice to put a name to the face.  And the owner of the disobedient satchel, of course."

Kurt walked over to Santanas pod, before glancing at the forms.

"How many passports are you planning on applying for, Blaine?" he teased. 

"Just...just the one, actually.  There was an accident.  With sprinkles."

Godammit Blaine.

"Sprinkles, huh? Is that why...?" Kurt gestured to his shirt.

"What?" Blaine looked to where Kurt was pointing. "Oh GOD" he exclaimed.  His shirt was covered in tiny multi coloured spots, sitting on a backdrop of larger brown splatters.

"So...a new fashion statement, or...?"

"Nope.  That would be the accident.  With the sprinkles."

Why wasnt there ever a major natural disaster when he required one?  Would it really kill someone to send a swarm of locusts his way at his time of need?

He stood from his seat.  "Well, Santana, Kurt...Im sure youre both very busy people.  Ill leave you to your work.  Thanks again for the form replacements.  Ill be sure to look after these much better than the last."

"No problem at all Blaine" Kurt smiled.  "I look forward to seeing you again for your passport photos...assuming you will need some at some point?"

Passport photos.  PASSPORT PHOTOS.

"Oh, so you...you do those here? I was going to use the post office..." he explained.

"One stop shop, Blainey." Santana quipped, smiling an unnerving smile that made Blaine think she knew way too much and must be stopped.  Immediately.

"Well, yes.  You could wait in line at the post shop only to find you need an appointment that could take weeks" Kurt continued.  "Or, you could just come back here.  And I could do it for you.  Your choice."  And there was that wink again.  Surely that was illegal.  Blaine made a mental note to check.

"Ill...Ill consider it along with my other options"

"You just be sure to let us know" Santana smiled.

As Blaine left the store, he was certain he heard her whisper "Wanky!" to Kurt.

**

"Howd it go?" Sam asked, as Blaine joined him on the other side of the street.

"He was there.  And he was beautiful.  And he takes photos. AND WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME I HAD RAINBOW VOMIT ON MY SHIRT?!"

Blaine punched him in the arm.

"Oh come on!" Sam cried, rubbing his arm.  "Have you seen some of the shirts you wear?  Cupcake with sprinkles much?! Im not that observant.  I didnt want to risk offending you if that was just the pattern it came with."

Blaine shook his head.  "I have to have photos taken.  Did you know about this?"

Sam raised an eyebrow.  "Well, yeah. Unless you were planning on sketching out a caricature?"

Blaine sighed.

"Oh god, Sam.  Its just too hard."

Sam choked back a laugh. 

"Thats what he said"