Blaine did most of the talking. After all, this was someone he had just met, there was no way Kurt was gonna blurt out his entire life story. To be totally honest, Kurt thought Blaine would've cut the cord a long time ago. He barely said a word, which must've made him boring as hell, yet Blaine continued to chat and ask questions.

By the time they reached the food court, Blaine had nearly spilled his entire Six Flags experience; which captioned his first nerve racking performance to the first time someone threw up on him after going on the rollercoaster.

"Sorry to just throw that all on you," Blaine apologized. "I'm not a very closed-minded person, so I tend to talk to people about basically whatever."

"Please, its fine. I rather enjoy listening. It was nice to talk about something over than sports and cars." Kurt told him as he searched for his family. Spotting them, he turned back to Blaine. "Well, that's my crew. I better hit the road before they charge us."

"Wait," Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's forearm, pulling him back before he could get too far. Kurt started at the hand in a mixture of shock and alarm. He wasn't one who liked to be touched. "Sorry," Blaine released his arm. "I just want to know . . . Can I have your number?"

"Why?" Kurt asked dumbly.

Blaine blushed slowly. "Well, I like talking to you. So, if figured maybe we could talk again?"

Kurt thought about this for a moment. Talking was always his biggest fear, but with Blaine, it didn't seem half bad. Best part: Blaine had no idea what was going on inside Kurt's head, and had no intention on finding out.

"Okay. Yeah, sure." Pulling out their phones, the young men swapped, exchanging numbers.

Handing his phone back, Blaine smiled brightly at Kurt. "Thanks. Guess I'll see you around." He said before heading out.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Kurt made his way to his family. Both women were sitting at the table, their faces place and green.

"What happened to them?" Kurt asked.

"Rachel got sick on another ride, and mom got food poisoning." Finn explained.

"Looks like we're gonna have to head home a bit early. Sorry guys."

Finn sighed disappointingly as he helped Rachel to her feet. Kurt, who wasn't as unhappy as Finn, followed the two couples out of the park. Half way to the car, Kurt's pocket began to shake and giggle. Pulling his phone out, Kurt saw he had one new text.

Blaine A.

Maybe next time I could be the one listening and you the one talkin?

Kurt shut his phone and got into the car without answering the message. He could deal with being an awesome listener, but he had no intention whatsoever to become the talker.