"I think we should go this way," Blaine said turning towards a decadent-looking building.
"No, everyone is heading the opposite way, let's just follow the crowd," Kurt replied, starting to feel slightly breathless from too much running around the empty streets. "Listen, it's getting late, I don't want to get lost," Kurt continued.
It was their first time in London, a much needed break from their hectic lives in New York. Right now, though, the city didn't look that friendly or welcoming. People didn't seem to care about two lost tourists. You'd think that, being from New York, getting around in an unknown city would be easier, but, as it turned out, they had misjudged the situation. London was nothing like the intuitive grid plan they were used to.
"We are already lost, if you haven't noticed," Blaine said, hoping Kurt wouldn't sense his annoyed tone.
"We are not! See? There's a whole bunch of people right there," Kurt said, pointing at the small crowd that was gathering around what looked like a bucket full of beer.
"Yeah, but judging from their stagger they don't look very helpful" Blaine muttered. They had been wandering around the neighbourhood for the past 30 minutes and Blaine's composure was starting to fade.
"I wasn't the one who suggested we'd go for a stroll along the river at midnight," Kurt replied using air quotes.
"Oh, so now it's my fault? Because if I recall correctly, you were the one who wanted to explore the area," Blaine said raising his voice, " we'd be fine if we had kept going along the river."
"Don't yell at me, Blaine, we're both in the same situation." Kurt replied in an high-pitched tone.
"You started it!"
"Can we just not argue right now," Kurt sighed, trying to regain his calmness, "it's not gonna help us."
At last, they agreed to walking towards the small square they could see in the distance. They walked slowly, trying not to trip on the abandoned bottles on the ground, until the city lights were finally more visible.
"Look! It's the London Eye," Blaine said excitedly, squeezing Kurt's hand.
"It's so small, though," Kurt said, "how did we manage to get so far from the river?"
"Come on, let's go, we're gonna be at the hotel soon," Blaine said dragging Kurt by his hand.
"Slow down, I can't keep up, my feet hurt in these boots."
"The sooner we get there, the sooner you can take them off," Blaine tried to cheer him up "plus, think about how much fun it'll be telling our grandkids about that time we got lost in London and -"
"And it started raining," Kurt interrupted him.
"What?" Blaine looked confused, then he felt his eyelashes catch something wet, "oh… you don't happen to have an umbrella in those boots, do you?"
"I'm not Mary Poppins," Kurt replied, hiding a smile "plus you're the one who's always prepared."
"That is true," Blaine said, his hair was starting to get curly, finally breaking free from the gel.
They stayed quiet for a while, feeling the thin drops wet their clothes and, as they approached the Thames, noticing that they weren't alone anymore.
"Did you really mean what you said earlier about our… grandkids?" Kurt asked quietly.
"That we'll tell them about our adventure?"
"No, I mean," Kurt sounded unsure, "do you want grandkids?"
"Of course I do.. well, first I want kids, though," Blaine said with a low chuckle.
Kurt smiled, looking pensive. He was now walking without paying attention to where he stepped, lost in his own mind. "It's decided then, kids and grandkids, in that order," Kurt said, turning to kiss his fiancé on his damp cheek.
The rain had stopped falling, and the faint splashing sounds in the background made them imagine that maybe one day it would be the sound of their children playing in the rain.