Blaine gingerly let go of Kurt's hand and made his way towards his train. He waited until the last possible minute before he turned away from Kurt. Once Blaine was through the gates, he hurried to his train and quickly stepped into the train and started navigating his way toward the rear; hoping for a seat near the window that he could stare out of.

Blaine found a seat just as the train pulled away from the station and he threw his bag in the seat before removing his scarf and sitting down. He exhaled loudly as he scooted toward the window and plopped into his seat, adjusting his pants slightly to give him a more comfortable ride.

He shuffled his bag into the empty seat next to him to pull out his Kindle and his phone, placing them in his lap. He planned on reading during the train ride to and from New York, but the anticipation of the ride to the city kept him distracted. And during this ride back to Lima, he knew he would only think of the brief moments in the train terminal that he had shared with Kurt.

As he reached into his bag again, fumbling for his headphones, he felt his phone buzz in his lap.

How amazing was that kiss just then? It makes me want your kisses all over me. Now. Xxxx

He chuckled slightly as he unlocked his phone. Kurt was clearly trying to get him riled up and doing a splendid job so far. Kurt knew that the train ride was long - about 6 hours - so he had a lot of time where he would have nothing to do. He knew what he wished he could do, but unfortunately Kurt wasn't there to help him.

Blaine typed quickly; I would gladly put my kisses ALL over you. Every day. Remember that time after the musical? Like that, but hotter.

Blaine smirked as he hit send. Whenever they were talking about their intimate moments together, their first time after opening night of West Side Story always was their favorite. Kurt's romantic side took over that night and Blaine was more than happy to appease Kurt in that way. Blaine’s mind flickered through the images lingering from that night; Kurt’s pale skin against his, familiarizing himself with each crook of Kurt’s face and body, lathering him with kisses for hours and finally cuddling together while looking into each other’s eyes before giving in to the night’s sleep.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

He quickly was brought back to reality with the phone buzzing again in his lap. Blaine peered down, eager to read Kurt's response.

Blaine Anderson! Do you hug your momma with those hands? I know what you're implying. Are you sure you can handle that while you're on the train surrounded by strangers?

Blaine laughed out loud, and then quickly quieted his laughter into an inaudible chuckle. I always forget that people probably think I'm crazy when I laugh out loud like that, he thought to himself.

Instead of texting back a snarky reply, Blaine hurriedly typed in Kurt's number - the only phone number he had memorized other than his home phone number - and hit call.

It only rang once before Kurt picked up on his end. "Well, well, well. Back for more Mr. Anderson?" Kurt taunted as he tried his best Marilyn Monroe voice.

Blaine laughed, slightly quieter this time, remembering his fellow passengers on the train. "Honey, you know with you, I'll always come back for more."

The woman in the row across from him looked up momentarily from her knitting and gave him a small smile. He reciprocated and turned again to look out the window.

"How's the train?" Kurt asked, as Blaine heard him go into a slight jog.

"Kurt, I left like five minutes ago. But I will say, the view isn't nearly as beautiful as looking into your eyes." Blaine smiled and he could practically hear Kurt blush on the other end.

"I really hit the boyfriend jackpot with you, Anderson. Most people may think they have the best boyfriend, but I know that I'm far luckier than anyone ever," Kurt said, slightly short of breath. He must have reached the top of the stairs. Those walk up apartments are no joke, Blaine thought to himself as he smiled giddily as he stared out the window.

"Well, you're certainly more than exceptional yourself, Kurt. And you know it."

"What can I say? I'm, what did you call me, perfectly imperfect? Either way, I'll take it," Kurt said as Blaine heard the keys to his apartment jingle as Kurt fumbled with the door. He heard Kurt's footsteps cross the threshold and immediately heard sobs.

"Sorry babe, but I'm going to have to call you back. Rachel is having some sort of crisis," Kurt said, exasperated at the thought of what drama Rachel would slowly unfurl.

"It's okay, I have to go to the restroom anyway. I'll text you my progress. I love you."

"I love you too," Kurt replied. "And try not to think of me while you're in that bathroom. No need for your hands to get frisky without me there."

Blaine blushed. "I'll try not to. Talk to you soon," he said as he clicked the end call button.