A Love That Lasts

Chapter 6

Kurt was in serious need of retail therapy. Ever since his date with Blaine he'd been feeling on edge and his nerves were seriously frayed. It was great to have his soul mate, but last night felt all wrong. As he thought about it he realized there were some things he really didn't like about the man who was supposed to be his forever soul mate. The truth was he wasn't really Kurt's type at all, his teeth were too big, his face reminded Kurt of a meerkat, and Blaine's hair simply didn't work at all. It confused Kurt because he thought Blaine was supposed to be the one, and thinking about it made Kurt's brain hurt.

Unfortunately any outing Kurt went on was usually planned in advance since security was such a big issue. Before his dad became the President, Kurt used to shop all the time, and now he mostly had to resort to online shopping. Still once in awhile Kurt was able to convince Burt to let him visit the mall, and he was hoping today was one of those days.

It seemed that today was Kurt's lucky day because his father was extremely busy. Of course this wasn't unusual since Burt was the President after all, but that also made him distracted. So when Kurt burst into the Oval Office when Burt was on the phone and had the Chief of Staff waiting to talk with him, Burt pretty much just nodded in Kurt's direction before returning to work.

Twenty minutes later Kurt was at the mall and finally felt like he was in his element. Since he was little he'd always loved fashion, but that passion only grew with the years. He had been forced to wear a pair of shades as a primitive disguise and was escorted by two secret service agents. It seemed silly to Kurt, if he was really trying to be inconspicuous he wouldn't be wearing shades that fooled nobody and wouldn't be followed by two gorilla sized guards. Still Kurt wasn't about to complain, and once he shopped for awhile he even forgot the secret service agents who stuck to him like glue.

Fortunately the shoppers at the mall were all pretty preoccupied on this day so and Kurt was thankful that he wasn't instantly mobbed. A few people did happen to recognize him and one or two asked him for his autograph. It was crazy for Kurt to think that people would think that he was worthy of an autograph just because his father was the President, not because of anything he did. Still it was nice to be appreciated instead of mistreated because of his sexual orientation.

He walked towards the Marc Jacobs store and was pleased to see that the new line had been released. For several long minutes Kurt was ensnared in the world of fashion and hardly noticed the guards who were standing side by side at the entrance to the store, carefully examining all the patrons walking in and out.

Kurt was overjoyed to find the scarf he had been wanting for weeks and quickly purchased the item. As he was walking towards the exit, however, he found himself suddenly falling to the ground.

"Ow," Kurt grunted as he fell something heavy fall on him. He had landed square on his rear for one and his outfit was surely dirty by now. He looked up ready to turn his bitch glare on the first victim he saw but that was all forgotten in a heartbeat. His gaze caught the sight of the most gorgeous honey brown eyes he'd ever seen. It was the same hazel eyes that had been haunting Kurt ever since that assembly. Those eyes widened in surprise, and pulled away.

"I'm so sorry, are you alright?"

If the eyes were magical then the voice was positively soothing and for the first time Kurt looked at the man who had fallen on top of him. No, not a man but a teenager. The boy before him was extremely handsome with dark hair that appeared to be gelled down, wore a dark blazer with dress pants, and had the warmest smile on his face.

Kurt took the hand that the boy offered him and he pulled himself up. He dusted his clothing off and swallowed before finally speaking. "I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"I wouldn't have expected to see you here Kurt Hummel," the boy replied.

The tone wasn't accusatory, but curious and so Kurt smiled. "You caught me."

The boy grinned. "So I take it those are your goons at the door?"

Kurt laughed, "They are my shadows, I can't go anywhere without them."

The boy raised one his dark eyebrows, "Have you ever tried?"

Kurt's eyes went up in amusement, "I could get in so much trouble."

"What is life without a few risks?" the boy asked him, smiling faintly.

Kurt found this handsome boy's smile infectious, and he found himself suddenly willing to take any risk. The secret service agents were standing at the door which was actually against the rules since they were supposed to be with Kurt at all times. But these particular agents were new and relatively inexperienced and easy to distract. The perfect moment to slip by came all too soon when a mother pushing a baby stroller with a squalling infant came through the entrance with two bickering teenage girls.

Kurt's hand found the hand of the handsome stranger who gripped his hand firmly. He felt a jolt at the contact and felt that he had to be blushing fiercely. "Let's do this," he said to the boy.

They quickly slipped past when the guards were too busy assessing if the young mother would be a threat to Kurt, and soon they were out of the store. They walked quickly hand in hand, sharing amused looks with one another. Kurt found that his adrenaline was running haywire, his father would be so angry if he found out that he gave his guards the slip and ran off with a stranger.

Finally breathlessly from the quick pace they walked, Kurt and Blaine slipped into a dark arcade and hid in a corner.

"I've never done anything like this before," Kurt said to him, while trying to catch his breath.

"Me neither," the boy replied. "That was more fun than I've had in a long time."

"The agents probably think I've been abducted by a terrorist," Kurt said. "That is if they've actually discovered that I'm gone yet."

"How do you know I'm not a terrorist?" the boy joked.

"Are you?" Kurt asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Nope," the boy said regretfully. "I hate violence."

"Me too," Kurt said, his eyes meeting that golden stare.

Suddenly Kurt was very aware of just how close they were standing together. More specifically he noticed how close their faces were to each other. He could see every fleck of color in the boy's eyes, feel the boy's breath on his cheek, and could see how pink his lips were. Lips that drew closer by the second and landed on his with undefined sweetness.

Kurt was taken by surprise in a split second to find himself having his first kiss with a complete stranger, but at the same time it was so good. He didn't know what it was like for people who kissed their soul mates or their lovers, but he was sure it couldn't match up to this one. In a second he responded to the kiss and the boy wrapped an arm around his neck. He could drown in kisses like this and never regret it.

"A teenager matching the description came in here a few minutes ago."

Kurt pulled away abruptly and noticed that his secret service agents had found him at last. The two disgruntled agents were quickly walking towards him, and Kurt turned to face the stranger.

"The jig is up," the boy commented, smiling sadly.

Kurt nodded mutely, "I better go before they call you in for questioning."

"It was a pleasure to meet you Kurt Hummel," the boy said sincerely.

"I never learned your name," Kurt replied staring again into those impossibly beautiful eyes.

The boy opened his mouth to speak, but before any words escaped, Kurt felt two hands grab him by the shoulder and pulled him away.

Kurt looked up into the furious faces of his secret service agents and would've struggled but knew that he was already in enough trouble. He found the boy who owned those incredible eyes, and he turned out to be amazing. Kurt's lips tingled from his amazing first kiss.

"Do you have any idea how much danger you could've been in?" one of the agents fumed.

"The President is furious, he almost sent the FBI," the other agent snapped.

Kurt couldn't stop the small smile that graced his face. He had no regrets, getting his first kiss was worth all the punishments his father could dish out. The whole way back to the White House he couldn't stop thinking about what happened at the mall, until at long last common sense interfered with his haze. Oh no, what about Blaine? He thought.

Blaine fingers touched his lips and he sighed in happiness. He never would've expected that in his wildest dreams that he would've ran into Kurt Hummel, in the most literal sense. When he realize who he'd knocked over it had taken Blaine a few seconds to gain his composure and to keep from completely freaking out. Those few minutes when he talked with Kurt, flirted with Kurt, ran away with Kurt were amazing. Kissing Kurt was like an incredible dream that he never wanted to wake up from. Now Blaine knew without a shadow of a doubt that 'First Son' Kurt Hummel was his Kurt Hummel, no matter what Cooper said.

It was only a shame that it had ended too soon and the feeling of Kurt's lips on his was only a memory. Suddenly horror and anger dawned on Blaine as he realized something startling. Sebastian was lying! Blaine wasn't sure how he'd manipulated Kurt into dating him or thinking he was his soul mate, but Sebastian was definitely deceiving him. As sure as Blaine was that Kurt was his real soul mate, he was sure that Sebastian would soon regret ever interfering.