Kurt raised his eyebrows as his boyfriend walked into the coffee shop. Blaine's uniform, hands, hair, and face had splatters of paint streaked and smeared everywhere. "Did you get into a fight with a palette and lose?" Kurt asked, smiling slightly as Blaine took the seat across from him.
"Very funny," Blaine replied, rolling his eyes. "No, actually Mr. Ramey wanted us to splatter paint objects with colors that we associated with an emotion that related to the object we chose. I was so into it I didn't realize class had already let out and I barely got here when we said we'd meet up." He gestured to his paint riddled appearance, smirking. "That's why I'm a mess right now."
The countertenor giggled. "So what emotion and object were you working with?"
"Love and a heart; Yes, I know, so cliché," Blaine chuckled as Kurt winced.
As Blaine tended to his coffee and biscotti, Kurt noticed something about the paint. "Wait; what do gray, blue, and green have to do with love?" Kurt demanded, eyeing the colors with some confusion.
Before the older teen could respond, his phone started vibrating. With a grimace, he read the text, sighing. "I have to go. Wes just called an emergency meeting." Both teens stood. "I'd give you a hug good-bye, but I don't want to get paint on you."
"How about a kiss?" Kurt asked as they walked out of the shop, making a beeline toward Blaine's car. With a grin, Blaine set a chaste kiss on Kurt's lips.
Later that night, as Kurt was getting ready for bed, he realized Blaine had never answered his question. He texted the boy, once again asking why blue, green, and gray had to do with love. His phone vibrated, the message holding the answer to his question. As he read it, Kurt felt his face flush as he beamed, letting out a giddy little laugh as he read Blaine reasoning:
Because those are the colors of your eyes.
