"Ready?" Blaine stood on tiptoes to hook his chin over his boyfriends shoulder.
"Ready," confirmed Sebastian.
"All checked in?"
"You were right behind me in line," he huffed turning around in Blaine's arms. "What took you so long anyways?"
"I had to pay a few baggage fees."
"How much did you pack? I checked two bags for you."
"I didn't want you to get arrested at the border when you tried to get through Customs with only a carry on."
"All my stuff is already over there." Sebastian had spent the majority of the summer in Europe doing Foundation work and whenever he had a spare couple of days he went to England, first for apartment hunting, and then to get everything set up. He had kept Blaine abreast of the progress through a series of pictures and he couldn't help but be incredibly envious as he sat at home in Ohio.
Blaine had opted to let a flat with a couple of people he had met via facebook; a boy who was doing his program, his best friend, and a girl studying medicine that Blaine had talked to when he first started looking at Imperial. The four of them were all new to London and had hit it off immediately. While he was excited at the prospect of living with them their flat was nowhere near as nice as Sebastian's.
"Put your passport away. It's embarrassing to be seen with you while you're holding that," Sebastian teased, running his hand down Blaine's arm until he was able to pluck the offending booklet from his boyfriend's grasp and slip it into his back pocket. Blaine shivered.
"We can't all hold dual citizenship, you know."
"What horribly mundane lives you all must live." Sebastian let out a sigh and shot Blaine a look over exaggerated pity.
"Good thing I have you to show me what I've been missing out on." Sebastian smirked at him in a way that made it really hard for him to not have horribly inappropriate thoughts in the middle of the airport. Furtively Blaine glanced around them expecting to see a sea full of glares but Sebastian had somehow managed to get them into a secluded corner. Blaine gulped.
"You know," Sebastian leaned down to whisper in his ear, "you should probably do take care of that problem of yours. Wouldn't want some kindly TSA officer to think you were carrying a concealed weapon." He leaned even closer in and Blaine felt one of his hands just barely brush across his groin.
"I hate you."
"Yes. I can tell." Smirking, Sebastian stepped away and headed for security. "Hurry up. It would be awful if you missed your flight" he called behind him as he sauntered away.