The man was examining his watch with as much concentration as the man in the carriage but instead of ferocity, his face had a softness to it, his expression was controlled and confident. Kurt noticed this as a theme to his entire appearance. From his carefully gelled and side-parted dark hair, to his spotless black brogues, the man radiated poise. Though not exactly tall, there was height in his assertive posture, that made it impossible for Kurt to look away.
He must be freezing Kurt wondered, marvelling at the man's simple (and stylish, he noted) suit and tie in such cold weather. Every so often, the man rocked onto his tiptoes and back again, impatiently waiting for something as he concentrated on his watch.
Realising that he had been gaping at this man for almost a minute, Kurt looked away guiltily - he could almost hear Mercedes' voice telling him to stop drooling and to 'get on that' as she did with every remotely cute guy she saw. Kurt had laughed but she was right: it had been three months since he broke up with Leon and ever since he'd been reluctant to get back on the dating scene. And this guy was cute.
With a newfound resolve, Kurt looked back out the window in time to see the man nonchalantly step onto the train and press the button beside him. The doors hissed shut. Curiously, he remained by the doors, seemingly surveying the carriage: even more surprisingly, the two other figures in the carriage were watching him with the same concentration as Kurt.
Maybe they're not so shifty after all?
With his back to him, Kurt scolded himself for noting how tightly fitted his blazer was, nipping in at the waist. Before he could collect his thoughts, the man turned quickly, looking into the rest of the carriage and stopping when he caught sight of the only other person in the carriage.
Kurt smiled clumsily, his resolve faltering as the man continued to stare back in an almost unfriendly manner. Feeling an uncomfortable heat spreading across his face, Kurt dipped his head.
What were you thinking?
He glanced up, hoping that the man had now gone into the other part of the carriage - he hadn't, but the hostile stare had gone. The man's brow furrowed for a moment, before a slow smile spread across his face.
With a lurch, the train began to chug.
"Hey there."
Kurt's head shot up at the sound of the voice; the man slid into the seat opposite, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Oh." Kurt breathed, composing himself. "Hi." he smiled, feigning poise as he pretended to occupy himself with his uncharged phone. The man's smirk grew. Kurt tapped his blank screen a couple of times.
"So, what's a cute guy like you doing on a train at five thirty in the morning?"
At the mention of 'cute', Kurt stopped playing with the phone and looked up, surprised at his forwardness. An incredibly unwanted blush crept across his cheeks.
"Ha, um, thanks - well, you know, late night with a friend, places to be, people to see-" Kurt said, gesturing extravagantly at imaginary plans in the space between him and this very bold (and very attractive) man sitting opposite.
"Ooh, busy guy" he replied, raising a suggestive eyebrow. Never breaking eye contact, the man tilted his head, his eyes slightly narrowing as if he were trying to gauge what Kurt was thinking - Kurt was grateful that he couldn't read his thoughts, for if this gorgeous man knew what he was thinking about what he wanted to do with him..."Busy guys are so hot - I love being kept on my toes."
The impressive speed at which Kurt's eyebrows shot up his forehead , made the man chuckle as he extended his hand. "I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson. What's your name, blue-eyes?"
Having regained control of his tongue, Kurt managed a smile and a handshake back. "Kurt."