Though they had gone to sleep much after 1 o'clock, Blaine set his alarm to vibrate at 7.30am and awoke to find himself encased in Kurt's arms, warm and soft. He stroked Kurt's arm gently, trying to wake him and failing.

"Kurt."

"Mmm," Kurt mumbled, "Nice and warm."

Blaine's laughter rang out. "Wakey wakey sleepy head, I have another surprise."

"Oh, please Blaine just let me sleep," Kurt whined, then opened his bleary eyes to find Blaine looking carefully at him.

"Don't look like that," Kurt said, "I feel like I just kicked a puppy. Why do your surprises always involve waking up really early?"

"We woke at 11 o 'clock yesterday," Blaine laughed. He continued to stroke Kurt's arm, then swirled his fingers around to his back and dipping lower to the curve in his back.

"Oh, that's feels really nice, let's just stay in bed all day," Kurt said, stirring awake, his skin tingling.

"I promise we can return later," Blaine said smiling, "Just let me show you this one thing."

"Okay, okay, but only because you're irresistible and cute."

xXx

They walked for a while after getting take away coffees and Blaine realised that Kurt was not particularly a morning person. He was awake but only just and Blaine couldn't help but hope he would enjoy the morning he had planned.

They walked until they approached Montmartre Hill and Kurt looked up to see the most amazing church building: Sacr�-C�ur or Sacred Heart in English. He gasped.

"Wow Blaine, that is amazing. Sacr�-C�ur?"

"Yes," Blaine laughed, "Well pronounced. It took me several months to say that correctly. Let's go." And he led them up the hill where the church was situated.

They had approached the top just in time to see the sun approaching fully from the horizon below and it was beautiful. All was deserted as they looked out over Paris below, only workers already at business, the rest asleep in their beds. The sun peaked out, the pink clouds surrounding it were still and peaceful and Kurt had never seen anything quite so wonderful.

"I can't believe you know so many amazing places Blaine. Everyday has been fantastic, you're making the thought of leaving so very hard." Kurt said quietly, just looking down, seeing the steps and Paris below. He felt so powerful up there, above the world but at the same time he was so thankful he had Blaine to share it with.

They stood silently for ages, admiring the view as the sun rose completely in the sky, becoming obscured by drifting clouds and changing colours. Other visitors arrived, determined to catch moments with their cameras and Blaine and Kurt decided to descend, about to enter the church as it opened to visitors.

The gargoyles peered down at them from each corner as they entered but not even their evil faces could dampen the peace that surrounded them. The interior of the church was majestic, the vision of Jesus ascending on the ceiling of the church was so rich and although neither believed in the church they couldn't help but admire the beauty and craft of such a place.

They left an hour later and found a small caf�, not too disturbed yet by tourists near the church and had a late breakfast.

"What are you thinking about?" Blaine asked a quiet Kurt who had taken the window seat to watch the tourists and the ascent of the church.

"It's all so amazing, Blaine, it overwhelms me really. I just don't think this holiday could get any better."

Blaine smiled but could sense the sadness in his voice and he couldn't stand to hear it.

"I hope I didn't make you sad this morning Kurt. I just am really enjoying sharing Paris with you and want to make it special. Everyone should have a great first holiday in Paris."

"No it only makes me sad for other reasons but I have already said we should go with the flow and I won't ruin it." Kurt attempted to turn to Blaine and smile but he failed, tears pooling in his blue eyes.

"Oh Kurt," Blaine whispered, touching his hand gently, "I am sorry."

"Don't be sorry for being perfect Blaine, I just can't imagine life without you after next week. We only have one more week left, I just…"

Blaine took the seat next to Kurt and hugged him tightly, stroking his back gently. "Let's go back to my apartment," he whispered in Kurt's ear and Kurt simply nodded.

xXx

Kurt hadn't realised so much could be said without words. As they entered the apartment and shoes and coats were removed, Blaine padded gently to his room and as Kurt followed silently, Blaine started to remove his shirt, only looking at Kurt, deep sadness in his eyes.

His belt was taken off, jeans lowered and boxers removed and he walked to the bed, got under the covers and waited patiently for Kurt to do the same. Kurt smiled sadly, removed his clothes and joined Blaine amongst the duvet.

They lay facing each other, on their sides and Blaine started stroking Kurt's cheek slowly, carefully as if he might break. Kurt could only lean into the gentle touch and sigh, starting his own journey over Blaine's back and hip with his fingers. They snuck closer and chests touched as Blaine's lips started to trace patterns on Kurt's cheek and jaw, leading down to his neck where Kurt sighed in pleasure. His skin tingled and goosebumps appeared on his arms as he wound himself closer to Blaine, desperate to be as close as possible, never wanting them to part. Blaine moaned desperately as he could feel Kurt against his thigh and his lips found Kurt's and sucked his bottom lip gently.

Kurt groaned and found Blaine's ear, sucking on the lobe gently as he whispered, "Make love to me Blaine, never leave me."

Blaine started to stroke Kurt's back, swirling patterns and letters there, going lower to his arse and sighing. He touched Kurt's lips with his fingers, which Kurt took eagerly into his mouth and sucked slowly, Blaine groaning loudly at the sight and the vibrations of pleasure sparking along his finger from Kurt's ministrations. Blaine parted his cheeks and stroked there, Kurt keening in pleasure, not knowing he could ever feel this much. One finger was inserted and Blaine nibbled and licked gently on the expanse of neck that Kurt had exposed.

"More Blaine," Kurt begged and Blaine obliged, inserting two, then three fingers and finding lube and a condom in his bedside table, he knelt on his knees over Kurt, watching him come undone on his fingers alone.

"Oh Kurt, you're so beautiful like this, so amazing." And Blaine leant lower, taking Kurt's lips and slipping his tongue between them, tasting and moving and melting.

"I need you Blaine, I need you so much, I…" Kurt gasped as he could feel Blaine lower himself in, Kurt's legs raised on Blaine's shoulders. He writhed in pleasure below him, eyes screwed shut against the slight pain as Blaine filled him up.

"Open your eyes, let me see you," Blaine whispered.

Kurt's eyes opened to Blaine's warm amber eyes filled with tears threatening to fall and he smiled sadly at the beautiful man above him. Without allowing Blaine to move above him Kurt gently stroked his cheek as a tear spilled over and Blaine kissed his finger where the salt water had dropped.

"You're so gorgeous Blaine, this feels so amazing, I…"

Blaine started to thrust deeper and slightly faster as he picked up Kurt's torso and hugged him closer. The angle thrust Blaine closer to Kurt's prostrate and Kurt moaned loudly in pleasure.

"Oh Blaine, right there, right there."

Faster and closer, they latched onto each other as if this was their last time together and Kurt begged and moaned above him. Laying Kurt's chest lower, Blaine started to kiss and pet his neck, whispering and begging and asking for forever. Kurt could hear the whispered, "I love you," close to his ear and could feel the rising heat in his stomach, his body begging for more.

"Oh Blaine, I'm close."

Blaine stroked his cock, as the pressure rose and one or two strokes was enough and as Kurt moaned and writhed in pleasure below him, Blaine let go, his eyes never leaving Kurt's face.

He eventually collapsed onto Kurt's chest, sighing and turned over on to his back. Kurt turned to look at Blaine, lay on his side and stroked Blaine's face slowly as he came back to the room.

"Did you mean what you said?" Kurt asked timidly.

"Of course I did," Blaine said emphatically, rising on to his elbow, "Of course I did Kurt. I love you. I think I always have, I can't explain it." He took Kurt's lips in a sweet kiss. "I know it's really early," he laughed, "I've known you for a week but…"

"I love you too," Kurt said smiling.

"I don't know what this means Kurt, but this morning I realised something, I just…"

Kurt didn't let him finish, he kissed him quickly, passionately.

"I know I feel the same. We can't let it end Blaine. I don't know what this is but I can't let it end, I can't say goodbye to you."

Blaine smiled. "Then we won't let that happen."

xXx

They slept for an hour or two, took a shower together and found themselves walking the streets of Paris as people finished work, getting ready for the weekend before Christmas. They took an early dinner, having skipped lunch and found themselves walking to a bar, drinking outside and looking at the Christmas lights that lined the streets of Paris.

"I've got a great idea," Blaine exclaimed suddenly. Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"And what is that my love?"

"I've always wanted to join in, I'd never really thought about it before. It's Friday night though right?"

"Yes, I think so."

"And you only live once, right?"

"Why do I suddenly get the impression that I will be risking my life soon?" Kurt asked, widening his eyes.

Blaine simply laughed and took Kurt's hand as they walked.

"Don't worry my dear; I will always look after you."

As time wore on they walked closer to Place Raoul Dautry and Kurt could see a crowd gathering. Men in bright yellow T-shirts seemed to be in the centre and there were people wrapped up against the cold and possible injury with elbow and knee pads. Only as he looked down at their feet did Kurt realise what this was.

"Oh, no, no, no," Kurt said as he stopped Blaine walking any further, grabbing his elbow, "We are not skating around Paris."

"Oh," Blaine whined, "Why not? It'll be great!"

"Because we don't have any equipment and we'll get hurt," Kurt said sensibly.

"No problem," and Blaine bounded off to a roadside cart that was guarded by another man in a yellow T-shirt and renting skates and protective kit. Blaine asked for two sets.

"You've got to be kidding me," Kurt exclaimed. Blaine walked away from the man to put on his skates.

"Oh come on Kurt, what happened to that guy that sang 'Being Alive' in front of loads of people, what happened to that person that took a chance on a stranger on a plane?"

Kurt looked carefully at Blaine. He knew how to skate but the thought of skating around Paris with people that were clearly semi-professional was worrying.

"What if we can't keep up?" Kurt asked.

"We'll stick together. I know the general route, I've watched them before, and I've always wanted to join in. We just need courage. You can skate right?"

"Yes."

"Well then," Blaine smiled, looking hopeful.

"Okay," Kurt sighed, "But if I get hurt I'm calling the whole thing off." Blaine laughed. "Deal."

It was a long journey but as Kurt predicted the semi-professional skaters were soon ahead, the slower beginners lagging behind and it didn't matter. The streets of Paris were deserted save for the police who closed the roads where needed and protected the skaters. Kurt and Blaine wove through the streets of Paris, the Christmas lights paving the way and all the sights that Kurt had planned to visit on his holiday, whizzed past him in a blur. He held onto Blaine tightly occasionally but his confidence increased and looking at Blaine's ecstatic expression of pure joy, made his heart leap. It was exhilarating feeling the wind around your ears and hearing the excited laughter of the skaters around him. The city had never looked or felt more spectacular.

They finished around 1 o'clock in the morning, Kurt and Blaine panting with exhaustion and coming down from the high, removing their borrowed skates and pads. They took a taxi home, not able to walk anymore and already feeling the ache along their thighs. They got home and Kurt landed on the sofa as Blaine fixed them hot chocolates.

"That was fantastic," Kurt exclaimed, "But I'm really going to ache in the morning."

"Why don't we take a bath?" Blaine suddenly exclaimed, excitedly.

"You're killing me Blaine, with all the romance," Kurt said smiling, "I'm spoiled for any other guy you know." He winked.

"Good!" Blaine said as he took their hot chocolates to the bathroom and started the water.

Kurt laid his back on Blaine's chest as Blaine washed him meticulously with the soap suds, massaging his shoulders, then legs. Kurt hummed in pleasure and sunk his head back, resting on Blaine's shoulder.

After washing and drying, finishing drinks and towelling hair, they flopped into bed, not bothering to dress.

"I love you," Blaine said simply as he lay, looking at Kurt with such adoration, Kurt beamed.

"I love you too."

Eyes closed, the world carried on and sleep found them.