Blaine found himself waking around 11 o' clock, curled around Kurt, his arm looped over Kurt's shoulders, protecting him like a blanket. Blaine padded out to the kitchen, trying not to disturb Kurt sleeping soundly, so he could wake him up with coffee and croissants. Kurt woke to a warm smile peering over him.

"You look adorable when you sleep," Blaine cooed.

"Mmph," Kurt mumbled into the pillow, laying on his chest and scratching his tousled hair.

Blaine couldn't help but stroke his back lightly as he walked away, planting a small kiss to the top of his head. Kurt was indeed awake now and he groaned loudly, as he saw Blaine's bottom wiggle away seductively to the kitchen, clad only in boxers.

Kurt followed like a lost puppy after donning his own boxers and rubbed cutely at his eyes as he peered into the kitchen to find Blaine sitting on the stool by the breakfast counter and sipping coffee.

Blaine laughed warmly. "So cute," he mumbled, shaking his head.

"You're mean to wake me up in that way, come back to bed," Kurt whined as he stood next to Blaine, stroking his upper body slowly.

"Oh, that's nice," Blaine moaned into the touch, "But we'll be late."

"Late? Late for what?"

"You'll see," Blaine smiled mischievously.

"Blaine…" Kurt whined. He tried to wheedle the knowledge from Blaine by slightly tickling his side, to no avail.

"Stop that," Blaine said, as he finished his coffee and tidied his plate, "You'll find out soon and you need to hurry." He left the room, wiggling his behind teasingly, and changed quickly.

It worked. Kurt changed in record time, skipping half of his morning facial regimen and they found themselves leaving the apartment in a record twenty minutes.

They walked and walked, Blaine preferring to keep the destination so top secret he wouldn't let it be ruined by the metro stations giving the game away.

"I know I sound like a whiny child but are we there yet?" Kurt asked.

Blaine chuckled. "Not too far now."

They soon approached a square lined with trees and surrounded by cafes on all sides. Set up in different areas were various artists and their easels and different tourists and people were gathered to watch their stunning creations. Blaine walked around admiring the artwork in silence as Kurt followed. He became particularly entranced with one artist, working solely in charcoal and drawing portraits of the people that surrounded him. Blaine noticed and suddenly whispered to the artist and passed him a note.

The artist finished his artwork and started a new piece and after carefully looking at Kurt's portrait, he started drawing. Kurt was amazed at the speed and detail of his creation and started to smile warmly as he recognised the drawing. The artist finished soon after and Kurt was handed the finished charcoal drawing of himself with Blaine on a cold afternoon in Paris.

"C'est fantastique, je vous remercie," Kurt breathed, looking awestruck.

After a while, Blaine nudged Kurt's arm to encourage him to walk on and Kurt slipped his hand in Blaine's as they went.

"Are we going home?" Kurt asked. Blaine couldn't help but melt at the phrase but simply replied that there was one more stop.

After a longer walk, they finally appeared at the strangest building Kurt had ever seen. The inside of a building, with its piping and metal work, appeared to be on the outside and colours had replaced the usual drab grey. There was a curious slide going up to the roof that was red on the underside and exits to pipes, that looked like they would suddenly explode water, could be seen on some of the sides.

"What is this place?" Kurt asked.

"The Pompidou Centre. Do you like it?"

"It's certainly strange. Are we going in?"

"Not quite. We can later but your surprise is outside."

"Outside?" Kurt asked curiously, as he looked around the building. All he could see was a group of people gathered around to see a street performer juggling white hoops in a star covered onesie, almost like a clown.

"Just wait," Blaine said, smiling again. He was enjoying this.

They waited for the street performer to finish his set after another twenty minutes and applause rang out as he completed his tricks and started to pack up his belongings. Ten minutes later another man appeared to set up his guitar and microphone.

"Hi," he said timidly, "I'm an old friend of Blaine Anderson, who I believe is in the audience?"

"Yeah!" Blaine suddenly shouted next to Kurt and threw his fist in the air.

His friend waved back and laughed. "Hi Blaine! My set now is going to be very Christmassy and it is all dedicated to one Kurt Hummel." Kurt looked at Blaine, who smiled nervously.

Kurt simply laughed and kissed Blaine on the cheek.

Blaine's friend started with Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas and carried on, allowing the crowd to join in. The crowd became larger as the music played and the atmosphere was magical. It had become colder and Kurt snuggled closer to Blaine, linking arms and whispering in his ear: "I love this, thank you."

As Blaine's friend neared the end of his set he suddenly invited Blaine and Kurt to come up and help him with a rendition of White Christmas, which they joined in with enthusiastically.

"We have a new Christmas tradition now: singing Christmas duets," Kurt said, beaming. Blaine nodded in agreement.

As the sun set and the temperature dropped, Blaine suddenly dashed to a nearby caf� to fetch two hot chocolates and they sipped gently, warming their faces and hands on the steam as ice had appeared on benches and buildings around them. Blaine's friend finished his set to great applause and once the crowd had dispersed, Blaine and Kurt walked up to him.

"Nick," Blaine said warmly as his friend turned around, "So great to see you again."

They hugged warmly and Nick looked at Kurt over Blaine's shoulder and smiled.

"So this must be the famous Kurt Hummel you told me about."

Kurt blushed but smiled warmly.

"Yeah, Kurt this is Nick, a fellow Warbler from my glory days. When he let me know he was visiting family in the south of France over Christmas, I made him promise to visit Paris for a day and play."

"Do you play for a living?" Kurt asked, "You were fantastic!"

"Thanks," Nick said, "I do play but only when I can, clubs and cafes. There's not an awful lot of work and I rely heavily on my dad's allowance but it keeps me happy. I couldn't imagine not doing it I guess, but I know I'm extremely lucky."

They agreed to meet later for dinner when Nick had packed his things away at his hotel and Kurt and Blaine walked around the Paris streets finishing their hot chocolates.

"That was amazing Blaine. I can't believe you planned this whole day. I don't know what I did to deserve such an amazing person, I –" He suddenly found tears appearing in the corner of his eyes and was at a loss for words.

"Kurt?"

"It was just so perfect; I don't know how to thank you. No one's ever done that for me, I just…"

Blaine stroked his hand in his and smiled, nudging Kurt's shoulder playfully, "You deserve it all Kurt."

"Just thank you," Kurt whispered.

The meal later was simple but the restaurant rang out with joyous conversation and laughter, including that of Blaine, Nick and Kurt as they swapped Glee stories and Nick explained all the Warbler antics and goings on.

"Blaine was so smitten with Jeremiah, it was ridiculous," Nick laughed, as Blaine looked on embarrassed. "You so thought you were in love and I remember your crestfallen face when he didn't return it and you got him fired." Kurt let out an "aww" as Blaine covered his face in his hands. "Stop! Please."

"Ok ok I will. I wouldn't want you to explain the Sebastian story either I suppose."

"Oh yes," Blaine looked triumphant, "Sebastian was this evil warbler who tried to take over the Warblers while I was there. He tried to blackmail Vocal Adrenaline actually and Nick almost became best friends with him."

"I didn't though," Nick insisted, "He was never a good friend, until he decided to calm down and then he transferred again when his parents moved."

"I wish we'd competed against you," Kurt said wistfully.

Blaine smiled, "Yeah, that would have been awesome." He stroked Kurt's arm warmly.

"How did you two meet then? You look so cute together," Nick said.

"It's a funny story actually," Kurt said, "We met on a plane. I'm here for a holiday."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "You've only just met? When?"

"This is day six," Blaine said proudly. Kurt smiled that he'd been keeping count.

"Six days? Blimey, you two look like you've known each other for years. Where do you live Kurt?"

"New York," Kurt replied, suddenly looking crestfallen.

"Wow that must be amazing. I still live in Ohio but I'd love to move out to New York." And Nick waffled on about his plans for the future, not noticing that Blaine and Kurt were looking at each other sadly. Blaine started to stroke Kurt's hand quietly, smiling at Nick encouragingly, as the conversation continued.