Honestly, I'm bored. This traffic isn't going to clear up any time soon. So to answer your question, I have nothing better to do with my time other than do this with you.

I don't know whether to be offended or flattered by that statement!

Please, take it as a compliment! I'm Blaine by the way.

I'm Kurt, and I'm still a bit offended

Kurt pulled down his sketchpad into his lap so that Blaine could see his perfectly executed pout. Blaine frowned and trailed his finger down his face, imitating a tear. Kurt looked down, flipped the page over and began writing another, longer note to Blaine. As he looked up, he saw that Blaine had pulled the most adorable kicked puppy face ever, his lip was even quivering!

Blaine held up his notepad after breaking his expression to break out in silent laughter with Kurt.

I think I win in the 'who can pull the saddest facial expression' competition.

Ok, you win, that face was amazing

The two boys continued their unusual conversation for quite a while. It was certainly an interesting experience for the both of them. They discussed a range of topics, from their favourite colours to Blaine's awful gelled hair.

But Kurt, you don't understand, my parents MAKE me have my hair like this

I don't even want to know how damaging that much gel is for your hair.

Oh you can talk, mister 'perfectly coiffed hair' how much hairspray did you use to get that so flawless then?

Clearly not a lot, compared to the helmet of gel you're wearing, I can't determine your natural hair colour!

I have to use so much gel it's unreal, my hair is naturally a giant ball of curly fluff!

The two boys held in secret laughter at Blaine's last statement in fear that their parents would catch them and forbid them from talking ever again.

So far, Kurt had discovered that Blaine was 18 years old, had a passion for music, art and that he was on the way to a family dinner which he was less than excited to attend.

Blaine had learnt that Kurt not only had an impeccable eye for fashion, but that he was also very interested in music, mainly singing. He found out that Kurt was 17 (but only a few months younger than himself) and that he was stuck en route to a family get together, much like himself.

The traffic started moving again and both boys flinched at the sudden movement. Blaine briefly panicked "what if we drive off now and I never see him again?" he thought to himself. Luckily for them both, they only moved a few meters before the traffic stood at a standstill again.

"THIS FUCKING TRAFFIC" Mr Anderson roared, hands smacking down hard onto the steering wheel He smashed against it, hitting the horn, ringing it out for all to hear his frustration. The Anderson car was completely silent, the tension was strong and Blaine refused to connect his pen to his paper, in fear that is would spark his father's rage

Kurt heard the loud horn sound from Blaine's car and his attention turned to his father who looked like he could burst from anger at any moment. Then he glanced back to his own father who was as calm as he could be. It was times like this that Kurt felt for having a father as great as his own.

Blaine looked over to Kurt's car and shrugged at him as if to say 'I don't know why my father is so angry' and Kurt gave him back a sympathetic shrug and a warm smile which melted Blaine's heart.(Stop it Blaine you barely know this guy, pull it together!) After his father's outburst had simmered down, Blaine wrote down another message to Kurt to break their silence.

So Kurt, who's the guy sitting next to you then? (I'm sorry about my father by the way :c)

Kurt began writing a response when he was unexpectedly interrupted.

"Hey Kurt, I thought you were designing clothes for the Glee Club?" Burt asked, glaring down at the half written message in Kurt's sketchpad.

He snapped his sketchpad shut.