Blaine just really, really wants to go home. He hasn’t been able to get in touch with Santana since before the retrieval of the package, and he just needs to talk to her. He needs to know what to do. Blaine had called Langley immediately after seeing Sam Evans in that hotel, and they had been put on a last-minute task to keep an eye on him. Or, Blaine had, since Sam seeing Kurt would blow the op. and Kurt is too emotionally involved to be included.

Kurt was not happy when Blaine told him that. As a result, they haven’t talked about the kiss yet. They haven’t talked, period. It’s slowly eating away at Blaine. He doesn’t like not knowing where he stands with people. He just wants Kurt to tell him the truth - why he kissed Blaine - and that can be the end of it. They’ll fly back home and never have to see each other again. Blaine can’t quite bring himself to admit that he doesn’t want to never see Kurt again.

He’s been following Sam around all day. His beard is gone, to hopefully make sure Sam doesn’t recognize him from the hotel. But Sam is gone, lost to the crowds. Blaine curses silently while casually strolling through the square, glancing around for that shock of blond hair. Instead he sees a familiar sweep of brown and expensive sunglasses. He makes his way over to talk to Kurt instead.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the hotel?” he asks quietly, spreading a map on the table as if he’s asking directions.

“I got bored,” Kurt bites back quietly. “I just came out for some fresh air.”

“Right next to Sam’s hotel, how convenient.”

“Fuck you,” Kurt snaps, scowling up at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be tailing him anyway?”

“Lost him,” Blaine says shortly. “I hang around here for a while in case he comes back.”

Kurt looks furious, but just stands and snatches up his book. “We’ll talk later.”

“I think we need to discuss the fact that you let your emotions get in the way today,” Kurt says flatly from the bed as soon as Blaine walks through the door.

Blaine stares at him incredulously. “My emotions?”

Kurt rolls his eyes. “Things have been a little off since the incident, Blaine.”

Blaine drops his bag on the bed and stops himself from running a hand through his hair. “Really? And what incident are you referring to, Agent Hummel? Could it be the incident where you planted a kiss on me right before a bomb was supposed to go off? That same kiss, right before your boyfriend Sam came back from the dead? That kiss?”

“Stop saying kiss!” Kurt scowls. “It happened. What’s done is done. Can we just not talk about it, please?”

“You brought it up!”

“I was talking about what happened today,” Kurt snaps. “Can you just drop it?”

“Okay, fine,” Blaine says, glaring. “Absolutely, of course. Just answer me one little thing.” He swallows harshly. “Did you kiss me that night because you thought we were going to die and mine were the most convenient lips around, or was it actually about me?”

Kurt stands. “What happened was a mistake. One I will not make again.” The door closes with a snap behind him.