He looked amazing, this guy, a little uptight maybe, the upright posture, the crisp shirt and oh-so-carefully-placed brooch on the collar, but he looked… so him. So exactly how he was supposed to be. Blaine couldn’t put his finger on it, but something in him clicked as the young man lifted his gaze back to meet his eyes. Pretty eyes, really pretty. Such patterns of colour, stark against his pale skin, wow, this guy never leaves the house, Blaine thinks. Else he has a vampire thing going on, can’t go out, yeah, maybe that’s why he’s on the night flight, has to travel that way. God, how inconvenient would that be?

No time like the present to find out.

“So Kurt, are you on business or pleasure?” he smiled, swinging himself monkey-like around the dividing partition between their seats, landing on the small footrest seat thing facing Kurt directly with a grin.

He realizes the other man was staring at him, head cocked to one side, a quizzical look on his face.

“Oh, is this, is this ok?” he gestures vaguely to his seat “I figured, y’know, since we’re going to spend the next eight hours getting to know each other, I’d better get comfortable. Either that or we could just sit next to each other in silence and miss the chance for a more exciting ride” He turned his charm gun setting to “stun” and let his grin reach from ear to ear, watching it have the desired effect on his new acquaintance who shook his head and laughed, drinking deeply from his glass as an adorable flush spread up his neck to his cheeks.

I wanna talk to this guy, play it cool Blaine, concentrate, my god it’s not that hard, even if he does have eyes that dolphins might play in... Why is he staring at me with his eyebrow kind of twitching?

Oh shit, I zoned out again.

“Um, sorry, what was that?” Blaine smiled apologetically.

“I said it’s kind of neither. I live in Paris, so I guess I’m going home.”

“Oh” huh? “But… I guess, your accent, I assumed you were American, you are, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I moved to Paris about four years ago. I got an internship there out of college and never moved back I guess. I just, I just love it there. “ Blaine couldn’t fail to notice the warm smile that spread across Kurt’s face as he spoke of Paris, the love in his tone. He could almost smell the croissants baking.

Kurt couldn’t fall to notice the heat that spread straight up his body, emanating from the point where Blaine’s knee was currently resting against Kurt’s. Normally he’d shift away, after all, unnecessary wear on McQueen was just unwelcome but…well… he’d make the exception just this once. Claude would have tutted, but then, Claude tutted at most things, he was the only person Kurt knew who was more uptight about couture than he was. Well Claude isn’t here. As always.

“So tell me about Paris, is it awesome? Ohmygod I’d love to go, I can’t wait, I’ve always dreamt of wandering along the river, crossing the bridges the whole way, I’ve been planning ever since I knew I was going to London… kicking up leaves in the Tuileries, getting drunk in some dark alley around Montmatre, arguing about existentialism with some chic artisans smoking Gitanes..”

God his eyes twinkle like a million suns when he’s excited. Kurt thought to himself idly, as he watched him stop and charm the flight attendant into just giving up and handing over the bottle of champagne, making Blaine promise to not disturb the others who were trying to sleep. He saluted and grinned, before turning his gaze back to Kurt, tucking his feet underneath him as he got more comfy on Kurt’s seat.

And a voice you’d like to wake up to, like cool water soothing pebbles he mused as Blaine topped up his glass, realizing he was heading for the drunken land of I-don’t-care and he’d forgotten to pack a tote.