Blaine had never planned a more romantic day for anyone and he couldn't wait to see Kurt's face when he saw the many amazing things he had in store for him.

Blaine approached the hotel at 9 o'clock after he had asked to be put through to Kurt Hummel's room at 8 for his 'wake-up call'. Kurt had answered in a groggy voice, clearly having just woken up and not expecting someone he knew to answer him in a cheery excited voice.

"Good morning sleepy-head, this is your wake-up call. Your presence is requested in the hotel lobby at 9 o'clock to start your day of romance and excitement in the city of love." Blaine couldn't sound more like an excited puppy if he tried.

"Blaine?" Kurt was only greeted by the dial tone.

As he got himself ready, Kurt felt his excitement growing once the coffee he had prepared himself from the hotel's room facilities, had sunk in. He had no idea what Blaine had in store for him.

Blaine had planned this day as quickly as he could, calling in friends' help to book some of the more complicated activities. Blaine was nervous as he stood waiting in the lobby at 8.55, trying to look patient but his feet couldn't keep still and he was suddenly thankful he had something to occupy his hands. Then Kurt approached.

Kurt's breath hitched as he walked closer to the strange bunch of flowers that appeared to have replaced a man's head; only the legs encased in tight black cords with loafers attached, could be seen. He laughed loudly.

"Blaine?"

"Kurt!" Blaine's face popped the other side of the flowers and the widest, happiest smile was etched there.

Kurt accepted the flowers graciously and blushed slightly, looking around to see the hotel staff smile warmly at the reception desk.

"Thank you, these are beautiful," Kurt said, looking for a place to put them and then deciding to pluck one of the yellow roses for his button hole and asking the young lady at reception politely to look after them while he was out.

"Avoir une belle journ�e, monsieur," she replied.

"Shall we?" Blaine gestured towards the door, with his elbow out. Kurt took his arm gently and smiled. This day was going to be fantastic.

xXx

They headed to the nearest Metro station and boarded the train in excitement. Kurt kept asking what the day would entail but Blaine stubbornly refused to say anything.

"Well I will just have to include my own little surprises today to even the score."

"There's no score, Kurt, I just hope it all pays off and goes well today. I'm worried some of my plans won't come to anything." Blaine looked nervous.

"Blaine, don't worry. I can't believe you've gone to so much trouble. I'm sure it'll be fantastic. I can't wait actually, I feel like it's Christmas already."

Blaine smiled. He looked at Kurt's slightly flushed face in the warm train and couldn't tear his eyes away from the man he had only met days ago. He couldn't believe how quickly he had fallen and suddenly he realised the day could go terribly wrong and it would still be perfect if he had the whole day with Kurt. He gave him a slow peck on the cheek.

"What was that for?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow but smiling shyly.

"Just for being you, here look we're at our first destination."

"Concorde?"

Blaine grabbed his hand as he headed them towards the Metro station exit. The winter air was cold as they left, shocking their warm faces as they left the hot train. Ice seemed to hang in the air as Blaine walked them to their first destination of the day: Jardin des Tuileries.

It was beautiful. Kurt and Blaine started walking through the gardens and the well kept paths towards the octagon in the middle and although words were not exchanged, Kurt's face told Blaine all he needed to know. His face kept changing from 'happy smiley' to 'awe struck' at the manicured beauty surrounding him and he was so pleased he was there. Blaine couldn't help but feel pleased the first step had proved successful, as if he had created this garden just for Kurt. Blaine slipped his hand in Kurt's and Kurt suddenly remembered Blaine was next to him and squeezed his hand tighter. He smiled.

"It's beautiful here, isn't it? Do you know all the history about this place?"

Blaine knew bits and pieces but he could already tell from Kurt's face that he knew much more than Blaine and was just waiting for an excuse to share.

"Not really, what do you know?"

"Queen Catherine de Medicis purchased the land after her husband died. 'Tuileries' are workshops that were here before she landscaped the garden. She hired someone from Florence to plan all the work."

"Have you read a guide recently?" Blaine teased, smiling gently.

"No, don't tease," Kurt said, playfully tapping his arm, "I like French history."

"I know, its' sweet and a bit shameful that you know more than I do."

They walked for a while, admiring the sculptures and sitting for coffee in one of the outdoor cafes, keeping their gloves on as they sipped. They approached the round basin and could see the Place de la Concorde and the Arc de Triomphe in the distance.

"That's one giant phallic symbol there, don't you think?" Kurt laughed.

"Yeah," Blaine said chuckling, "I think that Pharaoh had something to prove! I never did found out why it's in Paris."

"It was a gift, a bit like the Statue of Liberty I guess."

"I just thought, you're a bit like the Statue of Liberty," Blaine said and quickly carried on once he saw Kurt's almost hurt and confused expression. "I mean, not that you look like it but that you're a gift from New York to Paris, sort of the opposite of the statue."

Kurt laughed. "Why thank you," he said, curtseying graciously.

They wandered a while and found themselves by a statue of Eve, all tangled in on herself, looking ashamed.

"Oh look, it's the Mus�e de l'Orangerie!" Kurt said, pointing excitedly and looking towards Blaine, who had clearly planned to come this way.

"We're going in?" Kurt asked.

"Of course!" Blaine said, "It was high on your list of activities here, wasn't it?"

They bought tickets and Blaine bounded in after Kurt, still holding hands.

"I can't wait to see the big paintings here. They cover whole walls I've heard."

They roamed around the different rooms, taking in the beauty of Monet's paintings. How one person could paint so many paintings of waterlilies and make each painting so colourful and magical, was beyond Kurt. He looked as closely as he was allowed and took as many photos as he could get away with. They finally sat on a bench in the middle of one room and sighed, looking at the beauty that had been captured so wonderfully.

Kurt suddenly caught Blaine looking his way and he smiled warmly.

"Sorry, I've been so engrossed in the paintings I didn't think to ask. Do you like Monet?"

"Yes, they're beautiful, just not as beautiful as you."

Kurt chuckled. "Delusional, but thanks."

"Sorry that was probably really corny, I just couldn't help it."

"I think I can live with hearing compliments like that," Kurt smiled. "I can't believe I'm here, I have so many of his prints at home. I just love him."

"I'm so glad you're here too. I will always think of you when I see Monet now."

Blaine looks at his hands then, worried he's led the conversation down a difficult path. It's way too early to be thinking beyond their two weeks.

Kurt looks at Blaine carefully, taking in his despondent expression and his hands in his lap. He takes his hand slowly, gripping gently, causing Blaine's eyes to look into his blue grey eyes with hope.

"We have two weeks to worry about that Blaine, don't worry, be happy."

Blaine chuckled. "Are you going to start singing Bob Marley songs?"

Kurt got up dramatically, not at all caring about the few people he could see quietly taking in the beautiful surroundings. He spun and twirled on the spot and started two-stepping whilst clicking his fingers and singing the song, much to Blaine's pretend embarrassment. He covered his face dramatically, laughing in the process.

Once they had looked at pieces of art by the other artists featured there, they wandered to the Metro and Blaine already knew where they were heading.

"Tell meeeee," whined Kurt, edging his hands closer to Blaine's side to threaten tickling action if necessary.

"No you don't, that's mean and you'll spoil the surprise. I am easily persuaded of anything when tickled."

"Oh, I'll keep that knowledge safe for another day," Kurt winked.

They got off at the Palais Royal metro station and walked following a little map Blaine produced out of his pocket.

"It should be just here," Blaine said, looking up hopefully and smiling. "Jackpot."

They had just arrived at Le Grand V�four, a restaurant with white and black marble pillars on the outside. Blaine confidently explained in French that he had a reservation and the garcon took them to their seats offering menus as they sat on the plush red seats next to each other.

"Oh my gosh Blaine this is wonderful and probably very expensive." Kurt looked really impressed.

They ordered the Ravioles de foie grasand finished with the Cr�me br�l�e, Kurt licking his lips and making a loud smacking noise as he finished.

"I'm going to gain so much weight while I'm here, I know it."

Blaine smiled and said something in French to the garcon who had cleared their plates. They spoke in rapid French but Kurt could hear the names: Napoleon III and Empress Eugenie.

"What about Napoleon?" Kurt asked as the garcon walked away.

"We're sitting where they sat."

Kurt looked behind him at the seat as if it still contained Napoleon. "Are you serious? They sat here?" Kurt practically squealed. "That is so cool."

Blaine paid the bill and they left as the clouds appeared to be getting darker. Blaine looked up at the sky panicking.

"Quick Kurt we have to go." And grabbing Kurt's hand they headed to the nearest Metro.

Kurt didn't have time to ask what the rush was as they boarded a train and got off at the station Louvre Rivoli.

They walked briskly, the sun starting to settle in the sky. The earlier clouds had seemed to disperse as they ate their lunch and the sky was clear. Only as they approached the bridge Pont des Arts did Blaine visibly relax and heaved a sigh.

"We're here. Sunset on the first metal bridge in Paris."

Kurt beamed at the factual knowledge Blaine had revealed and suddenly looked at the sun from his view on the bridge. It was pinky purple tonight and the darkness seemed to seep from the horizon, creeping closer to the setting sun. It was beautiful and Blaine thanked that magic teapot dwarf in the sky for the lack of rain. Kurt rested his arms on the bridge side, looking towards the Institut de France on one side of the bridge. It was magical here and he couldn't believe Blaine had brought him. What other surprises and magical places were in store for him here? He started taking many photos and took one quickly of Blaine as he stood leaning one arm on the rail and looking so longingly at Kurt. He smiled.

"Let me take some of you," Blaine said as he grabbed the camera and started taking random shots of Kurt.

"Hey, hey, let me pose," Kurt exclaimed.

"No," Blaine said as he handed the camera back, "Random shots are the best, you'll see."

Kurt leaned towards Blaine, turning them so their backs were facing the sunset, and he started clicking, hoping to get one of those corny photos of the two of them where only faces could be seen.

"Thanks for taking me here Blaine, it's beautiful. I can't believe I'm in Paris and actually enjoying a holiday. This is so not what I thought would be happening here when I boarded that plane."

"That's because you hadn't met me yet." Blaine winked.

"That's true." Their arms were pressed towards each other and although the bustle of Paris was going to and fro over the bridge and the occasional tourist was taking a picture of the sunset behind them, they only had eyes for each other. Blaine smiled as he leaned closer to Kurt, touching his lips to his, tasting the Cr�me br�l�e from earlier and licking his lips as they parted.

"You taste sweet," Blaine smiled.

"You taste divine," Kurt replied as he leaned in for a longer kiss, licking his way in and sighing.

"I could easily live here forever," Kurt whispered, "It's so beautiful here. Don't get me wrong, I love New York and it's beautiful in a completely different way. The hustle and bustle makes my blood whirl and buzz but here, even though it's busy, there's just peace."

They linked hands and watched the rest of the sunset in silence, Kurt admiring the new world he found himself in and Blaine snatching quick glances at the profile of the man that was quickly showing him a new world.

"Where to next?" Kurt asked.

"Well there is a big clue already on the Seine," Blaine said, glancing at the water.

There wasn't a port at their current bridge, so Kurt and Blaine walked to Pont de l'Alma, holding hands and smiling at each other like lovesick puppies. They sneaked kisses as they walked and chatted about what they had seen and places they had been. It was a long walk so by the time they arrived they had an hour to wait for the cruise Blaine had booked them on. They found themselves walking to the famous tunnel where Princess Diana died and saw the gathering of tourists taking pictures of the tunnel and the Flame of Liberty.

"Its gruesome isn't it, thinking she died here. I don't know what those people are doing. I would never take pictures of a place where someone died, especially as it could have been avoided." Kurt gave fierce disgusted looks at the tourists gathered nearby. They of course were oblivious.

Blaine walked quietly away, sitting on a bench not too far away from the Seine so they could watch the cruise.

"Makes me think of families when I think of Princess Diana. She was forced into a very strange family I think."

"Oh I don't know. I think she must have known what she was getting into, perhaps she wasn't prepared and na�ve but she certainly had to grow up pretty quickly."

"Exactly," Blaine said, with sudden fervour, "No one should have to grow up quickly. It's not fair." Kurt could tell this meant something more than an unfortunate death but he gave Blaine time to explain and sat in silence, stroking his knee gently.

"Grown up life is way too boring," Blaine said suddenly.

"What makes you say that? Its only as a grown up that we can go where we please, do what we want. I would never have met you as a child when we were encouraged to never talk to strangers. Being a grown up lets you forget the rules sometimes. I love being a grown up."

"Even though it's painful sometimes and so dull?" Blaine looked questioningly, wanting an answer.

"Life can be boring sometimes but not now. And I think it all depends on the company you keep," Kurt said, winking. He really needed to stop that. He was picking up on Blaine's habits, way too quickly.

"Of course," Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's leg in agreement, "I don't mean to put a downer on the day, I just can't help but think of the consequences when I have to go back to work."

"But you're on holiday now, right? They aren't expecting you back?"

"Oh no, they know I'm off for the next two weeks, I made the phone call. Any work I have will go to another executive, that's one of the privileges of being the boss' son but I don't think father really approves and he'll want to know why I chose two busy weeks over Christmas to have a vacation. I just don't want to go back, if I'm honest." Blaine suddenly looked smaller and Kurt could picture him as a little boy, told that he couldn't have the last piece of cake for dessert.

"Well why don't you leave?" Kurt asked simply.

"It's not that easy," Blaine said, smiling at the suggestion, "What would I do?"

"Write? Do what you've always wanted to do?"

"I don't think I could support myself. I always had the intention to write at the same time as work for my dad but it never happened. Life got too busy. I couldn't afford to live here and just write."

"Well we'll see. But we've got two weeks to think this over. You don't necessarily have to go back Blaine. Not if you don't want to."

"If you say so," Blaine shrugged but hope glimmered in his eyes again, even if he didn't want to admit it out loud to Kurt.

The cruise allowed people to board just before 7.30pm though it didn't leave for another hour. They found themselves a spot overlooking the river and the lights of the bridges in the distance. They chatted happily, Blaine learning all about New Directions and Kurt's love of music. Kurt chatted so happily about his favourite songs and performances, his eyes lighting up and animating his face, making Blaine's stomach swoon in happiness. He loved seeing Kurt this happy and he seemed so much more alive, even compared to their first meeting. He couldn't help but hope that he had contributed in some small way to that.

"You look so happy and enthusiastic talking about your glee club. Why did you ever stop singing?" Blaine asked, looking at Kurt as if he was crazy.

Kurt pondered for a moment, drinking in Blaine's expression.

"I don't know, I just didn't feel like singing for a while. I suppose life had gotten me down for a bit and I thought that I should only sing when I'm happy. I listened to music all the time, I just never did the crazy dance in the shower or singing wherever I could. It just seemed to leave me."

"Well don't let it leave again. Your whole face lights up when you sing, or even when you talk about it."

"That expressive face again," Kurt laughed.

"I mean it. You were born to sing."

Kurt smiled. "Thanks Blaine. I'd love to see your writing someday too."

"Oh, you can if you want to," Blaine seemed dismissive but his eyes told another story.

"Do you sing?" Kurt asked.

"When I can, I used to belong to my glee club too. The Dalton Academy Warblers," he chuckled. "We did some crazy things. I even serenaded a poor guy in Gap once."

They laughed and passed more Glee club stories, both wishing they had met then, when life was less mundane and relationships with parents, friends and exes hadn't dragged them down yet. It was suddenly time to set sail and they kept their places until they were asked to go below for dinner.

They had a lovely view of the Seine as they ate and soon piano music and singers could be heard from the corner of the dining room, entertaining the guests with French songs.

After Kurt and Blaine had finished their desserts and settled to watch the Seine flow past, Blaine was suddenly invited to the piano by the lead French singer and Kurt gasped as Blaine accepted the microphone.

"Bonjour je m'appelle Blaine. Je suis ici pour s�r�nade ma belle amie Kurt. Il est ici � paris pour la premi�re fois." And suddenly the room erupted in applause and everyone looked towards Kurt and smiled. One guy even tapped his shoulder. Kurt vaguely knew what was going on and his face went a shade of red but he couldn't be happier.

Blaine graciously sat on the piano stool and the opening of Teenage Dream could be heard, then Blaine started to sing.

Kurt hadn't been able to hear him at the piano bar as he had allowed Kurt to sing solo so early on but now his clear voice could be heard and it was amazing. Kurt was taken aback and started to smile as he watched Blaine's face light up. He was clearly born to sing too.

As the song finished and the last lines sung, Blaine looked directly at Kurt and smiled. He was soon becoming the only thing he had dreamed of as a teenager.

The crowd broke out in applause and Blaine graciously thanked the audience. He winked at Kurt and suddenly gestured his way, saying to the audience: "Nous esp�rons que vous appr�cierez cette chanson suivante No�l sera bient�t � nos portes. Kurt come up here."

Kurt looked embarrassed but beamed at Blaine as he approached the little stage. The beginning of Baby it's Cold Outside, started on the piano and Blaine indicated Kurt to start. Kurt shrugged his shoulders, of course he would get that part.

They sang happily, flirting and jogging around the piano as if they'd rehearsed for hours. The audience loved it and Blaine's flirty wink and his longing looks towards Kurt's lips and hands, had Kurt smiling and wishing for more. He had never been happier as they finished leaning on the piano and looking at each other, crossing arms. The only indication they were not alone was the sudden applause from the audience, breaking both out of their reverie.

They smiled; they bowed and then graciously went back to their seats where they were offered a free drink each. They laughed and joked in French with the people around them, and English to tourists, and finally left the boat at 10.45 as it docked.

They got the metro to Blaine's apartment after he had offered a coffee and they walked along holding hands, staring at the stars that had appeared in the night sky, cloudless and cold.

Blaine busied himself in the kitchen as soon as they entered and Kurt removed his coat and shoes carefully. Blaine's apartment always looked so pristine, he secretly wondered if he had a cleaning lady.

Kurt wondered over to the sofa and was suddenly greeted with a cup of coffee, with frothy milk on top.

"You have a machine?"

"Yeah, a recent acquisition. You like?" Blaine said, as Kurt sipped.

"I do," Kurt smiled.

Kurt found himself looking outside wistfully as he sipped, trying to look beyond the closed balcony doors to the view he knew lay outside. Blaine took the hint and took his coffee to the doors, opening them wide. Kurt followed.

They stood there, leaning on the balcony railing, coffees hanging over the side and admired the view that greeted them again.

"You really are so lucky Blaine. I can't believe you live here."

"I guess I never fully appreciated it before," Blaine said sheepishly.

"Why?"

"This is my dad's place, not mine. I actually never appreciated any of it until today, until you." He smiled at Kurt.

"That is terribly romantic Blaine, but terribly sad at the same time. I can't bear the thought of you sitting here and not appreciating all of this."

"Well, when decisions are made for you, places given, furniture decided, it seems to take the joy out of it. It was always a burden."

"But it's beautiful. I know I've said that too much but it's true. Do you appreciate it now?"

"Yes because of you. Planning today, watching you fall in love with everything, I couldn't help but fall in love too." He looked carefully at Kurt, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

"It was so magical today Blaine. I can't thank you enough, I…" Kurt lost all words as he looked at Blaine. It was all so romantic, he couldn't help it. He leant closer to those eyes of amber and kissed his beautiful bow lips slowly and gently. Blaine's eyes closed and he pushed closer, tugging Kurt's torso towards himself. Kurt gasped as Blaine trailed his hands over his back and let them fall to the dip near his bottom. He pulled away from Kurt's lips to sigh into his ear, to kiss and lick and nibble there until Kurt moaned and whimpered, "Blaine."

Blaine took Kurt's hand gently and led him to his room, quietly as if he would disturb the peaceful atmosphere of Paris life below. Kurt was nervous but Blaine seemed so confident and Kurt really wanted this. Blaine closed the door gently behind him and they both sat on the edge of the bed.

Kurt smiled and Blaine joined him, laughing nervously.

"I've never been this nervous before, I feel silly," Blaine said.

"Don't be nervous," Kurt said, stroking the slight stubble that had appeared on Blaine's cheek and finding his thumb winding its way to his opening lips, pink and rosy from earlier kissing. Blaine sighed into the touch.

"You don't know what you do to me Kurt, I can't explain it. You make me feel alive and magical but at the same time I want to melt into you. I want to always be linked to you."

"I feel that too," Kurt whispered, leaning to kiss Blaine slowly, mingling his tongue with Blaine's as their lips opened. Blaine's hands trailed lower again, pushing and pulling at Kurt's shirt, his hand grazing along his milky white skin above the waistband of his trousers. Their lips parted to remove their shirts and Blaine sighed looking and drinking in Kurt's perfect torso, as Kurt smiled at Blaine's sprinkling of hair around his stomach, leading elsewhere. Kurt trailed his hand over Blaine's abdomen and Blaine flinched, tickled and laughed. He pulled Kurt closer until they were pressed together again and kissing continued, Blaine leaning to pull Kurt underneath him on the bed. They kissed as hands wandered around their chests, shoulders, stomachs and they sighed, feeling the heat rising around them.

Blaine let his hand wander to Kurt's belt, silently asking for removal and Kurt nodded slightly. Trousers were off and Blaine's kisses became more fervent as he travelled lower, nibbling hip bones, stroking Kurt's inner thighs and loving the sounds that Kurt emitted: sighs, whimpers and "Blaine."

"Gosh Kurt, the sounds you make, I just -"

Kurt took this time to nibble Blaine's ear and sigh hotly against the lobe, causing Blaine to twitch above him, his crotch, hard and pressed against Kurt's thigh so enticingly.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt whimpered and he tugged at Blaine's boxers, removing them over his bottom, poking up slightly in the air. He ran his hands over the cheeks and heard Blaine sigh in pleasure above him. Blaine removed Kurt's tight briefs and they slotted together slowly, pleasure building.

Blaine pulled his chest away from Kurt's to look at him and Kurt raised an eyebrow in question.

"You're just so beautiful; I can't believe you're here with me." His lips trailed from Kurt's cheek, to his neck, nibbling on his ear as he lowered his body over Kurt's chest and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Kurt bucked involuntarily, gasping underneath him.

The bucking continued as Blaine's hand travelled south, stroking Kurt's hip, his stomach and inner thighs, teasingly avoiding the one area Kurt wanted him to touch desperately.

"Blaine…." Kurt whined and was only greeted with a peal of laughter.

He finally started touching Kurt slowly, teasingly and Kurt sighed in pleasure. He bucked up into Blaine's touch and his noises became louder. He stroked quicker, taking Kurt confidently in hand, as he gasped and stuttered, warning that he was close, as Blaine's let his shoulder fall to the side of Kurt's hip. He slowed his hand around his dick but slowly parted his legs to stroke lower with the other hand.

"Oh yes, Blaine, oh yes," Kurt whispered, gasping and bucking into his touch, craving more. He could feel the telltale sign of heat coiling in his stomach and decided to roll on top of Blaine, turning Blaine and pushing him underneath. Blaine laughed and stroked Kurt's back, liking this more dominant side of the man in his arms. They fell closer together and Blaine started to part his cheeks and continue his new favourite pastime, stroking Kurt's bottom and hearing Kurt mewl above him and curl into the touch encouraged him even more. Kurt lifted his torso above Blaine to start stroking down Blaine's chest and hips, his teasing strokes driving Blaine wild. He teased the smooth skin around his cock and swirled his thumb around the tip, feeling the pre-come there. He kissed around Blaine's ear and nibbled the lobe and keened from the intense pleasure he himself was feeling from Blaine's hand over him.

Kurt lowered his body completely over Blaine as he found the friction he needed and rutting started, sweat building between them. Blaine kept stroking his hole and Kurt whimpered in pleasure and rutted quicker, Blaine clenching his jaw in an attempt to stave off the wave of pleasure building.

Kurt could see Blaine's expression and he smiled as his own orgasm approached.

"I'm close, Blaine, let go, I want to see…"

"Oh, Kurt, I'm going to, oh gosh that feels so good…" They rutted quicker, lips meeting in a wet tangle of tongues and gasps as Kurt came, shooting over Blaine's torso, cries of "Blaine" and sounds that were lower than Blaine expected. He came shortly after, yelping and screaming Kurt's name.

They rode out their orgasms together and Kurt finally collapsed on Blaine, a mess of stickiness between them, the only sounds their gasps and sighs as they recovered. Kurt finally rolled off Blaine to lie on his back.

"Oh, wow that was…"

"Amazing?" Blaine suggested.

"Amazing," Kurt nodded in agreement and smiled. He padded slowly to Blaine's en-suite to fetch a cloth and as he returned Blaine hitched himself of his elbows to watch the gorgeous man he had just devoured, walking his way.

Kurt fell next to Blaine on the bed, his side linked with Blaine's as he wiped Blaine's stomach lovingly and slowly. Blaine took the cloth and did the same to Kurt, who smiled warmly. The cloth was placed carefully on the table beside Blaine and Blaine opened his arm, Kurt neatly fitting underneath, tucking his head between Blaine's neck and shoulder. He sighed.

"I can't imagine ever leaving this place," Kurt whispered, "I don't ever want to leave Paris, or you…" His voice trailed away, not daring to look up, waiting to hear what Blaine would say in return, his lip worried between his teeth.

Blaine heard clearly but took a moment to respond. He couldn't imagine it either, didn't want to face it, not after that perfect moment and he couldn't talk about it easily. It had been four days and Kurt had already taken quite a bit of his heart.

"I don't know what to say Kurt, I mean we've only known each other for four days, I can't believe it really. Four days. You just mean so much to me; I don't want to think about when you leave." Blaine could feel tears prickling the corner of his eyes and he blinked. Kurt smiled, tucked away in Blaine's warmth.

"Well, we'll think about it when we have to. Thank you for today Blaine," Kurt said, as he leant up onto his elbow, "It was a perfect day, so romantic and…" His voice trailing away to kiss Blaine slowly, languidly, lengthening the moment as long as possible, willing time to never continue.

"We have a bubble here in Paris, don't we?" Kurt said, "We can make time stay within these two weeks, we can enjoy it for what it is and think later."

Blaine smiled. "I'll try." Kissing Kurt was far more enjoyable then worrying.