After letting go of each other's hands - Kurt noticing happily the reluctance on not only his part, but Blaine's as well - Blaine had put a big hand on Kurt's bicep and squeezed lightly before taking his drink and turning back to the shelves. Kurt had picked up a small feather duster, walking around the store making sure everything was properly unsoiled. They kept sending shy glances at each other, blushing and hastily looking away when they caught the other looking.
Humming happily along with the quiet background music, Kurt started slightly as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Throwing a hand to his neck, he quickly turned and found Blaine standing right behind him, an amused, apologetic look on his face. He held out a beautiful green book and blinked twice. Kurt, who for a second had gotten a bit distracted by the huge, golden eyes, counting thousands of long, dark lashes, quickly recovered and took it from him. "The land of stories?" The golden title of the book seemed to glimmer in the dimmed lights." You know that is a children's book, right?" Blaine nodded and shrugged, looking a bit embarrassed. Kurt smiled at him. "It's one of my favorites." Blaine beamed.
Pulling out a brown, leather wallet from his pocket, Blaine nodded his head towards the register. Kurt shook his head. "No, no, I've already emptied the register today, you take it." He thrust it back into Blaine's arms. Blaine's mouth fell open and he immediately tried to hand it back to Kurt, gesturing towards his wallet. Kurt giggled. "Honestly, Blaine, it's yours. Totally free. Stories are meant to be shared, right?" Blaine shook his head and pulled out the notebook again, quickly scribbling something.
"I want to pay you."
"Nope." Kurt popped the 'p', chuckling at the frustrated look on Blaine's face as he wrote again.
"You can't just give it to me!"
"Oops, too late! Now, it is closing time and I am terribly tired. I hate to be rude but you have to go now." Kurt picked up Blaine's scarf and jacket and handed them to him, before ushering him out the door, snickering at Blaine's attempt of thrusting money into his hand. Out at the sidewalk, the autumn air cold and biting, Kurt finally wrapped Blaine's scarf around his next so many times that Blaine, who had finally stopped struggling, looked like a big yellow burrito. "Come by again sometime?" Kurt asked hopefully. Blaine nodded and gave a happy little sigh. And then, as quick as lightning, he darted around Kurt's back, opened the door and threw two twenty dollar bills into the store, before running away with a gigantic, goofy smile on his face, turning back and waving before disappearing down the streets. Kurt gaped after him, suddenly feeling particularly warm despite the cold.