Hey guys! And we're back with another chapter! So, my mid-year exams are over (thank the lord) and now I finally have time to actually write and do something other than study – yay!

This one picks up right after the last one left off...

Enjoy!

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Unable to resist, Kurt moved to the door of his shower cubicle and peaked through the gap between the door and the rest of the cubicle. And boy, was he unprepared for the sight he saw.

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Stepping back and sitting down on the small bench in his shower stall, Kurt could do nothing but sit there in silence.

Okay, so when Kurt had run into him yesterday, he had been so flustered and stunned that he'd literally just run into someone and that his freshly washed clothes were now strewn all over the place, that he had not been able to appreciate the shirtless boy stringing out apologies in front of him. I mean, he'd appreciated the sight, sure; but he hadn't really appreciatedit as much as he should have. Five seconds ago, Kurt had believed the brief glimpse he'd caught of this shirtless boy would be satisfying enough if he were never see him again. But now – God – that brief glimpse was nothing compared to what he'd just seen.

Standing in front of the mirror and basin was none other than that boy. Not only was that boy shirtless, but he was still wet from his shower and had only a towel around his waist – and thw two of those combined did wonders for his body.

Leaning back over to the gap next to the door, still remaining seated, Kurt once again found himself ogling the boy.

No. Kurt had not been prepared for this.

He was tanned. He had muscles. His curly black hair was even more attractive wet than it was dry. His eyes were beautiful. His face was beautiful. His entire body was beautiful. Who was he kidding; he was probably the most attractive person he'd ever had the chance of meeting.

But he had kissed Kurt.

Either I'm just so shocked by the fact that a boy kissed me, chose to kiss me, that my mind is making me believe that he is insanely attractive and in reality he actually has acne, buck teeth and a mullet, Kurt thought to himself. Or perhaps the boy just really needs to get his eyes checked, because surely a boy who looks like that would not kiss me. That stuff just doesn't happen. Not to me.

Deciding it was probably really creepy to stare at a half-naked boy through the gap in a shower door without them knowing, Kurt stood up to resume drying himself and get dressed.

However, when Kurt went to pull his clean pants from his pile of clothes on the seat, he knocked his shampoo off the shelf in the process; which then proceeded to slide out beneath his cubicle door and out into the main bathroom.

Shit!

Before he could decide between staying in here until the boy left, and then collecting it, or quickly getting dressed and going out there, knowing he would have to constantly chastise himself for mentally undressing him, the boy said, "Umm, excuse me? I think you just dropped your shampoo."

A moment later, he could hear footsteps as the boy bent down to pick up the bottle, and Kurt realised that he should probably say something.

"Did you want me to just slide it under your door?" he spoke again.

"Uh, yes. Thank you," Kurt replied, his voice a bit off. A moment later, his shampoo bottle came sliding into his cubicle, resting next to his foot. "Thanks."

"No problem," the boy replied cheerfully.

It was not long after that that he heard the boy leave, leaving Kurt with less to to be distracted by, however his mind was still in overdrive.

Perhaps public bathrooms aren't so bad.

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He had hardly gotten any sleep last night; partly because the beds were not the comfiest of furniture, and partly because he could not stop thinking about his encounter in the bathroom the night before.

When he woke up, he found a note placed on the table next to his bed. Recognising his step-mum's handwriting, Kurt read:

Gone into town to get a few things and didn't want to wake you. There's some eggs in

the cupboard if you want to make something, but otherwise, milk's in the fridge.

Carole xo

Looking at the time and noting that it was almost midday; Crap! Had I really slept in that late?; Kurt opted against breakfast and decided to try and find a quiet spot somewhere to read instead.

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"To Kill A Mockingbird? Fine choice," a voice said from beside Kurt, startling him.

Taking note of the page he was on, Kurt put down his book before turning to see who had interrupted him; although even after only two conversations, there really wasn't a need to do so.

It was him. Looking as charming as ever; but disappointingly wearing a shirt this time.

"I thought I'd found a good hiding place here, but apparently my hiding skills aren't sharp as they used to be," Kurt said jokingly, looking around at the small alcove he'd found in amongst some trees as the boy sat down beside him.

"Perhaps it's not that you're hiding skills have deteriorated, but just that my seeking skills are exceptional?" he suggested, raising an eyebrow.

"You make quite a good point..." Kurt paused. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name..."

The boy's eyes lit up slightly, as he wiped his hands on his shorts and held one out in front of him. "Of course. Blaine. Blaine Anderson."

Mimicking his movements and clasping their hands together, he introduced himself, "Kurt Hummel. It's lovely to officially meet you, Blaine Anderson."

"Likewise."

It turned out that Blaine was also vacationing here with his parents from Ohio, however his parents were largely work-oriented, so he was pretty much just hanging around the park on his own. It surprised Kurt how much he immediately liked Blaine. Of course having been kissed by him two days previous had been quite a contributor, he found that they actually had a lot in common and he did genuinely like him.

"...and then Cooper moved to LA, so we don't really see him much."

"Hey, um. I just wanted to ask...the other day when...you know..." Kurt trailed off, entirely unsure of how he should word this, "...you kissed me. Why?"

"Ah," Blaine sighed, looking both excited and embarrassed. "Well, that was a small part in something that I call the 'Spontaneity Agreement'."

"The Spontaneity Agreement? And that's an agreement with who exactly?" he asked, not having expected the turn in conversation.

"Myself," he replied, then continued to explain probably having noticed the confusion evident on Kurt's face. "It's this thing that I decided to do, where I have to do one spontaneous thing a month. To keep life exciting, you know."

"So kissing me was your one spontaneous thing this month?"

"Yes! Although, that could also be interchangeable with my bucket list. So I kind of hit two birds with one stone."

"And what exactly was on your bucket list, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Number thirty-seven; kiss a cute boy," Blaine said before flashing Kurt a smile that he was sure would be ingrained into his memory until the day he died.

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And we're at the end of this chapter. Hope you liked it, if you did, don't forget to review :)

Em xoxo