Blaine found Kurt right where he said he would, almost directly outside of the building. He was smoking a cigarette and staring directly out onto the dark street. The streets were still damp from the rain earlier in the day, and the light from the lamp posts reflected in the puddles that lined the streets.
Now that he was getting a proper look at him, Kurt was everything Blaine had thought he would be: tall, lean, and somewhat intimidating. Blaine watched him let out a slow stream of smoke. Kurt was oblivious to Blaine's presence, and the darker haired boy stood shyly a few feet away.
It wasn't until Kurt had finished his cigarette that Blaine walked up closer to get his attention. He coughed lightly, causing Kurt to turn around. When he did, he offered a closed mouth smile as he flicked the stub into the gutter.
"So, Blaine Anderson, what do you say we go to the party that inspired Fitzgerald's Gatsby?"
Blaine's eyes widened in surprise, "But we're in Europe. I thought the story took place in America?"
Kurt shrugged and started walking. The pace was a little faster than Blaine was used to, and he found himself almost skipping to keep up at times. When they had walked a couple blocks Kurt began again.
"There are Gatsbys all over the world. The book might be in New York, but it's not confined by that city. Aren't we all just a little love sick and heartbroken trying to hold on to what once was?"
Blaine furrowed his brow, "I'm not love sick or heartbroken."
Kurt chuckled, dipping his hands into his pockets, "what makes you so sure?"
"That I've never been in love?" Blaine thought for a moment, "I never felt it. I tried. I was engaged once…" Blaine trailed off, looking up at Kurt who'd suddenly lost some of his interest.
The two walked silently for a few more blocks. They twisted and turned between the streets, Blaine nearly losing Kurt in the process. A few times they walked down alleys so dark Blaine could not see what was directly in front of him. Eventually they returned to a lighted path, and Kurt paused to pull something out of his jacket.
It was a small, shiny silver watch. He squinted at it before placing it back in his pocket, "We're making good time."
Blaine nodded and followed again after Kurt, who'd slowed down enough so that Blaine didn't feel like he was one step away from running.
"This girl you were engaged to, what was she like?" Kurt asked.
Blaine shrugged, "Nice family, pretty eyes, long brown hair."
Kurt raised his eyebrows, "how much do you remember about her though. The way she talked and how she acted. What made you want to marry her?"
"I never really knew. It just made sense. It wasn't until a few weeks before the wedding that I noticed I knew nothing about her. And so…" Blaine paused, quickly deciding if he wanted to share this delicate information with someone he'd only really just met. "I ran away. I don't think anyone knows where I am right now."
"Where to?"
"New York."
Kurt stopped in his tracks, Blaine nearly tripping over his feet to stop so quickly.
"I thought you said you moved to New York because of my book."
"I did."
Kurt bit on his lip, reaching into his pocket to take out a cigarette box. He pulled one out, placing it between his lips. He then offered one to Blaine, who politely refused.
After lighting it, Kurt continued, but didn't ask Blaine any more questions.
"I think we're almost there," Kurt commented softly. Blaine could faintly hear the sounds of a party not too far away.
A moment later, they rounded a corner, and Blaine's eyes flew wide open. The sound and light almost appeared from nowhere, and the colors flashed before his eyes. Kurt placed a hand on Blaine's arm and led him through the entrance.