Once Kurt had explained he had lost his luggage at the airport, the hotel could not have been more accommodating, insisting on providing him with extra toiletries for his stay and items for bed wear. He slept a good 10 hours that night, dreams of comfort and singing.

Blaine had walked home, practically running in the cold air in an attempt to keep warm and once he had dismissed his earlier worries, he had slept well too, drifting off to images of Kurt's blue eyes twinkling and singing by the piano.

Kurt met Blaine outside the hotel, as agreed at 11 o'clock the next morning, bright and cheerful. He thought only of the great guy he had somehow had the good fortune to meet randomly on a plane and nothing could dampen his mood.

The day was one of those frosty mornings that brought great sunshine and clear skies and Kurt could only smile as he looked to the sky and bounded down the steps he had kissed Blaine on, only 11 hours before.

He was greeted by a smiling Blaine, with two steaming coffees, and they started to walk towards a shopping area, Kurt linking Blaine's arm with his, almost immediately.

"You seem very chipper this morning," Blaine smiled, his eyes twinkling.

"I slept beautifully and it's a wonderful day," Kurt said excitedly, "Why would I be otherwise?"

"I thought being in the same clothes as yesterday might dampen your spirits slightly."

"Well that did make me shudder this morning as I dressed but I hope to be out of these clothes soon so…"

Blaine coughed and spluttered on his coffee and laughed.

"Oh, that didn't sound – I mean, that wasn't what I meant at all." Kurt flushed a bright red.

"Don't worry I know, you really love shopping right?" Blaine laughed, nudging his shoulder playfully.

Kurt nodded.

They walked for a while in pleasant conversation about Kurt's night of peaceful sleep and great free toiletries as they approached a caf� that Blaine frequented often. He led them to a corner table and ordered croissants and more coffee for the two of them.

Kurt looked at Blaine, to find him nursing his cup of coffee with his finger-less gloves still on, steam rising to warm his face and wondered how he had got so lucky. He smiled at Blaine warmly.

Blaine's eyebrow rose quizzically but then he returned the smile, realising it was just as nice to look into Kurt's eyes.

"Thank you again for last night Blaine. I really needed that."

"I got the impression you hadn't been out for a night of singing in a while."

"No not really. I find myself lacking a few friends now, since I split from Charlie and I had started to live up to my nightmare of owning a few cats and being lonely."

Blaine smiled. "I know that worry. I don't find it easy to make friends I suppose. Real ones anyway."

"Why?" Kurt couldn't link that idea with the Blaine he knew, the Blaine that spoke to strangers on a plane.

"My 'friends' all work for daddy and all want something. They all seem nice enough but no one wants to spend time outside of the office or the bar. Real conversation is hard to come by."

Kurt nodded in understanding. "My friends all chose Charlie. It was my fault it seemed. My friends had set us up and they were so desperate for us to gel together because we looked the part. We should have worked but although it was a good idea, it just didn't come together. We were too ordinary together and I couldn't bear that. When I broke up with him, my friends took it as a betrayal, a slight of their judgement. They didn't understand and New York can be a lonely place for the lonely."

It was Blaine's turn to nod in understanding. They sipped their cooling coffees in silence, each wondering what the other was thinking but neither daring to say anything.

They started to shop soon after and Blaine proved a willing and eager shopper. He understood what was needed and could be a stable guide when directing Kurt round the Paris streets. He knew where to find bargains and classic outfits at a reasonable price. He knew when to steer Kurt away from some shops and knew when he was too tired to carry anymore bags. They bundled themselves into a restaurant early evening and Kurt sighed in satisfaction.

Conversation, like earlier was easy and flowed as they ate their hearty meal. Wine was ordered, laughter rang out and hobbies and favourite things discussed like Van Trapp children. Kurt sat back after eating his fill, realising he felt like he had known Blaine for years. Ease and warmth wafting off his shoulders as he sighed.

They decided it was a good idea to drop off all their purchases and meet later for a drink. Kurt knew that nothing could match the night before but Blaine said he knew a brilliant place for an evening stroll so they agreed a time and place to meet.

And meet they did, walking to this mysterious place, Blaine pointing at things he thought Kurt should notice. They continued to link arms, as if they had been doing this for years and walked closer to the place Blaine had in mind.

He knew it was cheesy and French people tended to avoid these areas but Blaine looked forward to showing Kurt what he loved seeing as often as he could.

Kurt was eagerly talking about some of his friends back in Ohio and only looking towards Blaine as he suddenly stopped and Kurt looked in the same upward direction.

The Eiffel Tower – lit up by a blinking mass of lights, electric and busy but amazing nonetheless. Kurt's face clearly showed his amazement and shock and Blaine could only smile at his friend's awe. He walked him to a nearby bench so he could comfortably look up and they sat in silence as the lights calmed though they remained bright. Kurt suddenly looked at Blaine, whose hand had found his, resting gently on his thigh and smiled. Blaine's eyes looked amazing in this light, all honey and amber and he couldn't help being pulled closer. Blaine smiled as he closed the gap.

The kiss started slow and gentle, barely a caress of soft lips but as they became more confident they both leant closer together, gaining more pressure. As Kurt opened his mouth slightly for air, Blaine licked his bottom lip gently, asking for access and tongues mingled in the cold air, creating a warmth of their own. They parted and a sigh escaped Blaine's lips.

Kurt smiled sheepishly and Blaine's heart swooped as he leant in closer, eyes meeting and lips joining once again. They kissed for several minutes in the darkness until they both realised and looked up.

"I thought they stayed on all night?" Kurt asked.

"No, they put on a display every half an hour or so." He looked at Kurt and smiled.

"You're eyes are beautiful in this light," he whispered.

Kurt smiled and pulled Blaine's hand into his own as they got up and walked away from the tower. They walked in silence for a while, both revelling in each other's company, smiling stupidly and looking occasionally to find the same simple expression on the face of the other. They stopped occasionally, when finding they were alone on quiet streets of Paris, to kiss each other simply and smile. Blaine couldn't stop.

He found himself walking back to his own apartment and when he stopped outside, Kurt looked surprised.

"This is where I live," Blaine said simply, "Do you want to see?"

Kurt simply nodded, not sure what was implied but nodding nonetheless.

They walked up to the first floor where Blaine lived and the door was opened and shoes placed carefully by the door, coats hung up on the nearby peg.

There was a pause, a nervous smile and they suddenly walked closer, lips mingled and sighs escaped. Kurt was backed against the door and Blaine smiled, deciding to part before it got too heated.

"I'm sorry," he said, breathing deeply, "I really did just mean to show you where I live but you're lips were calling to me."

"I don't remember saying anything," Kurt laughed.

"Oh you didn't need to," Blaine said, still eyeing the wide rosy lips in front of him.

Kurt walked closer. "I find myself strangely drawn to you Blaine and I can't find it in myself to challenge the feeling." Their lips met again, starting slowly and gathering speed and energy like a hurricane. Hands started to slide over chests and neck and Kurt found his neck nudged to the side as Blaine licked and nibbled his way over the expanse of white skin he found there.

"What do you do to me Blaine? I don't even know your last name," he whispered.

"Anderson," Blaine gasped in reply, "Blaine Anderson."

Blaine kissed his way up across Kurt's neck to his jaw and meeting his lips again, his tongue dancing with Kurt's as they met together again.

They parted reluctantly, too aware that they wouldn't be able to stop soon if they carried on and fought to catch their breath.

Blaine caught Kurt's hand and led him to his sofa.

"Coffee? Wine?"

"Wine would be great thanks," Kurt said, smiling, a blush creeping to his face at the intense stare on Blaine's face.

A glass of wine in hand, control gained, they looked towards each other again and smiled.

"I still can't believe I met you yesterday. This is ridiculous," Kurt said.

"I still don't know your surname either," Blaine laughed.

"Hummel."

"Well don't worry," Blaine continued after a while, "We must have had five dates rolled into two days by now. I feel like I've known you for years already." He laughed.

Kurt smiled.

They sat sipping their wine for a while, taking in the calm around them.

"This is a beautiful place, you have here."

"Thanks, it's convenient for work but I add personal touches when I can."

Kurt walked to the balcony he noticed, overlooking quiet streets of Paris, the Seine could be seen in the distance and he leaned gently on the railing.

"Wow what a view," he gasped.

As Blaine walked closer to Kurt he laughed and said, "I could say the same from here."

Kurt turned and winked but soon returned to admiring his view of Paris.

"You're very lucky to live here Blaine. It's perfect."

"I'm starting to realise that I'm very lucky."

Kurt smiled. "Me too."