"Kurt's writing messages to the guy in the car next to us" Finn interjected, earning him a sharp dig in the ribs by Kurt.
Burt's expression tightened,

"Oh really? Who is this boy then?" he questioned, gesturing for Kurt to hand the sketchpad over. Kurt clung onto the stationary as if it were vital to his health, he couldn't let his dad see what he had written to Blaine, not that there was anything dirty, it was just that his dad could get a bit too overprotective.

"Dad, it's nothing I promise, all we've been doing is having a conversation through messages, it's harmless" Kurt explained, trying to distract his dad from confiscating his sketchpad.

"What's his name then? How about age? He could be lying just to manipulate you, waiting for you to give out valuable details about yourself so that he cou-"

"Burt", Carole spoke softly, "Kurt is a smart boy, I'm sure he's being completely safe with this, and it only looks like a bit of fun until this traffic passes"

Kurt sighed, "Thanks Carole, and his name is Blaine and he's a few months older than me" Burt paused for a bit, unable to produce an excuse for the two boys to stop what they were doing.

"Fine", Burt added, "but no personal details, alright?"
Kurt's face lit up, "thank you!" he squeaked in excitement.

He whipped his head around in sheer joy to find Blaine holding up a page full of poorly drawn sad faces with a message underneath,

I hope everything is ok :(

Kurt quickly scrawled out a response, careful not to ruin his immaculate handwriting.

I'm fine, my dad just asked what we were doing. He wasn't pleased at first but my step-mother stepped in and he's alright with it now :)

Oh, that's cool So I'm guessing that's your brother sitting next to you then?

Step-brother actually, Finn. He's dopey and clumsy and doesn't think before he says things, but family is family I guess. Do you have any siblings?

Just an exceedingly enthusiastic older brother called Cooper. He's a very vibrant character, he's probably the best lawyer in NY at the moment and he's a pretty awesome brother too

Kurt paused for a moment. The name Cooper sounded exceedingly familiar, especially paired with the word lawyer,
'Wait.
No way.
Cooper Anderson? That super rich lawyer who's infamous for his charm and wit? Oh well that explains the car then' Kurt though to himself.

Please forgive me if I'm wrong, but your brother doesn't happen to be THE Cooper Anderson? The one who was recently in the news for winning that massive case in NY?

Blaine's heart sank a bit. He missed his brother a lot and ever since he had left for Europe, family dinners weren't the same. He had no one to talk to apart from his highly religious cousin, Edward who was constantly trying to get him to pray with him, 'No Edward, I don't believe in God' was a phrase too commonly used around the religious boy.

That's him. I don't really talk about him that much though. Anyway. So what were you doing in that sketchpad prior to our conversation then?

Oh, just designing some dresses and stuff, they're not that good though.

I bet they're amazing. Can I see them? ;)

Kurt flipped to his designs and used the sketchpad as a cover to conceal the blush creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks. "Blaine just wrote a winky face, and he's interested in my designs. I think I'm going to faint" Kurt internally screamed. He lowered the sketchpad as soon as the blush died down a bit. If his face was any indication, Kurt could tell that Blaine was in absolute awe from his drawings. He saw Blaine duck his head to write a message back, somehow Kurt still wasn't used to having Blaine write messages back.

I cannot summarise in words how amazing those sketches are! I'm guessing that you want to go into fashion design then?

Either that or musical theater, yes. So apart from listening to your iPod, what were you doing prior to our conversation?

Well, I was kind of just doodling until my parents told me off for being too loud with my pen :(

Could I possibly see these doodles then?

Blaine smirked a bit, he sort of enjoyed teasing Kurt. He was just so beautiful and funny and talented, he just wanted to see what else he could get out of him before they had to leave each other. He flicked back to his horrific drawing of a phoenix and bashfully held it up for Kurt to see, he was nowhere near as talented as Kurt, which made him kind of insecure about showing him his doodles, but he went along with it anyway. Blaine could see Kurt scanning the drawing, taking in every last detail as if it mattered. His face was scrunched up in concentration, and Blaine had decided that Kurt's natural beauty was one of his most endearing qualities, along with Kurt's smile of course. He saw Kurt dip his head as he wrote a message back, and Blaine lowered his notepad down.

Blaine I'm speechless, that was a beautiful drawing.

Thanks, Kurt

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes, neither boy really knew what to say. Kurt was too nervous to ask anything else in fear of ruining their new friendship and Blaine was too busy trying to think of something new to say. Occasionally they would catch the other looking at them, and they'd smile. But apart from that, nothing. "Its now or never, you might not even see him again and he certainly won't want to see you again if you stop talking to him" After much deliberation with himself, Blaine decided that he should just go for it, and ask Kurt another question. He wrote his message down, held it up to the window and hoped that Kurt would just so happen to look out of the window. He did.

So Kurt, what does your voice sound like? I fear that I may never hear it, and that would be an absolute shame

Kurt felt his heart throb a bit, one of the reasons he liked talking through messages is that Blaine didn't have to know what he sounded like. He hated his voice, he just wanted to sound a bit more like a man, rather than a squeaky teenage girl. Kurt bluntly wrote,

Like a prepubescent girl.

Kurt, I highly doubt it. I bet you have a wonderful voice to match your beautiful personality.

I wish you could hear my voice, trust me, I sound like an eight year old girl.

I'd love to hear your voice, and I'd love to talk to you even more, after this awful traffic has cleared up. I hate to be forward, but could I have your phone number?

Kurt internally panicked, 'Did he really just ask for my number? Breathe in, Breathe out'

Kurt nodded at Blaine and went to pull out his phone from his front pocket. Suddenly, he felt a unexpected forward momentum. They were moving. Kurt glanced out of the windscreen and saw that the traffic had cleared up and they were moving. Moving away from Blaine. He jerked his head around to see if he could see Blaine's car.

And he could. It was driving down a slip road. It lead Blaine's car far off the highway.
Far away from Kurt.