A half an hour later Blaine finally, with the help of a friendly steward, made his way to the dining table where he was supposed to meet his family for dinner.

Because of his long wandering around the ship and his incidental, very very confusing meeting, he was terribly late. Of course they had started eating already.

The room was crowded and the noise of people talking and using their silverware on their porcelain plates filled the air.

Maria saw him first and as soon as he was close enough to hear it, she cried out.
“Blaine, where have you been! We were worried about you!” He let himself fall into the empty seat between her and his mother.

“I’m sorry that I let you wait, but I got lost in those corridors. They all look too similar.”

Only then he noticed someone was missing.

“Where is father?” he grabbed the serviette lying on his plate and put it on his knees.

Immediately a waiter came and gave him some wine, along with a little bit of caviar.

His mother took another spoon full of soup. “He is still talking to some partners of his company, but he should come every moment.” They sat in silence for a while, enjoying their meal and frequently talking about their day and how they acclimatized at their suites.

Soon enough they were joined by James Anderson, and he wasn’t alone.

“I apologize for the retard my dears, but I just met Mr. Hummel, a car company owner, and his son Kurt. I invited them to join us at dinner.” Blaine froze when he heard the name.

He turned around, and sure enough there he was, as distracting as before.

The question is why? I have met other boys before. Yes, he is stunning, but he is a boy.

Blaine blushed, remembering his former ‘meeting’ with him. But Kurt just looked bored, not meeting his gaze. They sat down and Blaine tried to concentrate on his own meal, although the way Kurt took the spoon in his mouth was another distracting thing about him.
What is going on here? I don’t even know what that means.

His father and Mr. Hummel started to talk about business almost immediately, while Blaine tried to have a conversation with Maria without glancing at Kurt every ten seconds.

The boy seemed to totally ignore him, as well as the rest of his family, he looked over to othe tables or the string quartet a few tables away from them.
After they finished dinner Kurt immediately stood up, mumbling an excuse to his father and he left without one look at them.

This is even more confusing. Why the hell is he acting like that?

Blaine was lost in his thoughts, nipping at his water until his father turned around and looked at him curiously.

“Blaine? Are you alright? You seem a little… absent-minded.”

My father noticed it? It can’t be that obvious!

“No, I’m fine. Did you say something?” he tried not to blush but failed glorious.

“I was just talking to Mr. Hummel about you running the company one day.”

Blaine groaned inwardly. Not that conversation again! Every time he met some people from business, his father went on and on about the day his son will finally make him proud by inherit the company.

“Yes, I’m looking forward to that.”

No I don’t. I want to run away, screaming.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need some fresh air.” With that he left the table, not without giving Maria and his mother a kiss on the hand, like a gentleman should do.

When he found a close exit, he took a deep breath, inhaling the cold air of a clear April night.

“Oh no. You again.” Just hearing this voice, even in this annoyed sound, caused goose bumps on his skin, although he couldn’t tell if it was in a good or a bad way. Just a few metres in front of him, Kurt leaned against the guardrail. He looked at him, and his eyes almost screamed contempt. Blaine tried not to focus on the moonlight playing in the other boys hair, but as soon as the words he just heard found their way in his brain, he felt a boiling heat inside his stomach.

What have I done to him that annoyed him so much?

“I’m sorry?” Blaine tried to keep his voice calm. He couldn’t bother with Kurt’s behaviour at the moment.

“Could you tell me why you are running after me? I don’t need someone looking after me.”

So he doesn’t like me. And he shows it in a very rude way. Well, two can play that game.

“I’m sorry, but it’s not all about you okay? I wanted to go outside and I’m very sorry, but this is a public place and not your personal area. So if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.” And with that he walked along the guardrail and away from a still glaring Kurt.

What is his damn problem with me anyway? I was nothing but nice.

He continued walking around the ship, shivering in the cold, until he found himself standing in front of the d-deck, where his suite was. He really had no desire of going back to his family and risking another meeting with Kurt, so he decided to continue.

Finally in his rooms he sat down on the couch, groaning loudly.

Why does my life have to be that complicated? All I want to do is playing my music and travel around the country, without a fiancée and my fathers company tying me to one place.

Without thinking he took his guitar and started playing automatically, not thinking about it.

His mind wandered back to Kurt.
What is it that makes me thinking about him all the time? We haven’t even had a proper conversation…

Suddenly he recognized the tune he was playing without thinking, and the text flowed to his mind.

Say, wasn't that a funny day?

Well, you had a funny way - a way about you.

A kind of glow of something new.

…

Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel?

Don't you want the way I feel for you?

Okay, that’s it, I’m going to bed. I obviously can’t think straight.

With another groan he put away the guitar again and frustrated he made his way to the bathroom.
Maybe tomorrow he could deal with all this stuff.