Chapter 11

The next few days were a rush for Kurt, barely having a moment to himself, he whizzed from one show to another, always by Isabelle's side. Just like he had anticipated he was introduced to so many people and thankfully, due to his painstaking research, he already knew their names and related gossip, otherwise he'd never remember any information relayed to him. Balenciaga, Balmain, Christian Dior, Vivienne Westwood, Givenchy, Stella McCartney – all were fabulous and Kurt couldn't see the shows without his mouth widening in awe at their beauty. He had always loved fashion but seeing these amazing creations and the stunning shows had never made him feel more alive.

Vivienne Westwood's dresses that draped over the body or the ones encrusted with jewels stood out to Kurt who loved the heart shapes shaded over their faces in white or brown. Christian Dior's show stood out in a Hunger Games sort of way, with strong blues and greys for the menswear – with straight lines, sleeveless suit jackets or longer jackets like doctor coats. The season's menswear seemed to scream futuristic and Kurt couldn't wait to make his own versions of these outfits. He madly wrote down all his ideas and ways he could turn old items in his wardrobe to fit with contemporary styles. He noted themes and powerful messages and came out of all the shows with ideas and images buzzing in his head.

He rarely had time to stop but when he did he would always find Blaine. He felt incredibly guilty for spending all his time with Isabelle at the shows but he had been unable to get him any tickets and it didn't look like there were any spare for the next few days but Blaine came to stand in line with Kurt as he entered, on the chance that someone might have a ticket but he had always been disappointed. Kurt would end each evening at Blaine's hotel room, delighting him with stories and describing what he had seen, no matter the hour.

After seeing Stella McCartney's show at 10am, Isabelle had said that Kurt could have a few hours to himself to enjoy the city and that he wouldn't be needed until the following day when Chanel, Valentino and Alexander McQueen were all showing. This was of course the anticipated day for Kurt and he almost buzzed with excitement at the thought. He stood waiting for Blaine outside his hotel after seeing Stella McCartney's show as they planned to have lunch.

"Sorry I'm late," Blaine said as he rushed out of his hotel. It had been a late night for both of them the night before as Kurt had talked with Blaine until the early hours. He had met him after a late show and drinks, and although Kurt had been tired when he woke early this morning, he had had enough Parisian coffee to wake him up. Blaine looked like he could use a caffeine fix now. He had barely sorted his hair, many of his curls wiggling free but he looked amazing in his tight jeans and a blue sweater and Kurt's breath hitched at the sight.

"Blaine…"

"Yeah," he said as he patted his pockets to check he had everything he needed and finally placing his eyes on Kurt's surprised face.

"You look amazing…" Kurt whispered. Blaine chuckled at Kurt's expression.

"That's quite a compliment coming from a guy that's seen so many great fashion outfits over the last few days." Kurt seemed to shake himself out of his reverie and smiled. "Where shall we go?"

"I saw a cute little place on my way here that didn't look that busy," Kurt said.

"Sounds good," Blaine said as they started walking. "So who did you see this morning?"

"Stella McCartney. I liked the colours and the cuts – very flattering to the older woman I think, but nothing really for me. It was worth getting out of bed for though." He finished and smiled. "You must be bored with all of my chats about clothes by now," Kurt said grimacing then pointing at the café he had noticed across the road. They stepped in and Blaine found them seats while Kurt ordered their usual drinks.

"I'm not," Blaine said as Kurt returned with their coffees.

"Sorry?" he said raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not bored with your chats, like you said earlier," he said smiling at Kurt's confusion. "I like hearing you talk about things, especially when you're happy and enthusiastic."

"Why?" Kurt whispered, sure he was going to be embarrassed.

"Because your eyes go wide and earnest and you light up. Who wouldn't want to see that?" Blaine smiled shyly as Kurt's face went red.

"You get like that when you talk about music and your set lists," Kurt said.

"Really?" Kurt nods. "Sebastian never really wanted to see me play, I always thought that I must be mediocre or maybe I embarrassed him when he saw me play when I was younger."
"Are you serious Blaine?" Kurt said, sitting up straighter, looking wide eyed. "You're amazing. I love seeing you play."

"Thanks Kurt, that means a lot."

"I'm sorry that this trip may not have been what you were expecting though. I mean we're here in the city of love and you're on your own most of the time."

"It's been good actually. I've managed to spend a lot of time wandering around or seeing the sights. Paris is beautiful and I'm just glad I get to see it."

"Good," Kurt said nodding, "But now that I have the day off what would you like to do?"

"I have the perfect idea," Blaine said, smiling mischievously.

xXx

They spent the afternoon seeing so many sights that Kurt felt overwhelmed. Blaine whizzed them through art galleries and museums so Kurt felt that by the end he had seen all the fabulous artwork that Paris had to offer. They sat down outside a little café in St. Germain, near a beautiful church and after they had seen the famous shop of Russian dolls that Blaine had wanted to show Kurt.

"Is that it?" Kurt said, sighing in tiredness as he sipped his coffee. Blaine laughed.

"Not quite. I've been seeing all these wonderful things while you've been stuck indoors watching fashion shows; I didn't know I would only have one afternoon to show you all the wonders of Paris."

"I know but I don't expect this to be my only trip to Paris. I'm really here to work and I know I won't be able to see everything."

"But you should see the best," Blaine said, matter-of-factly.

Kurt didn't have long to rest before Blaine whizzed off again, this time looking worryingly up at the sky as if it might let him down. They got to their destination just as the sun was setting and Blaine sighed in relief.

"Where are we?" Kurt asked.

"The Pont Marie bridge, look," Blaine said pointing in the direction of the sun. The colours that erupted across the sky caused Kurt to gasp a little in amazement, the pinky purple surrounding the edges of the sun which was hidden behind clouds, looked so beautiful that Blaine and Kurt only stood there for a few moments in silence. People stopped either side of them, others walked on having seen countless sunsets on the stone bridge but Blaine and Kurt didn't notice. Blaine held Kurt's hand which rested between them and smiled.

After a while the sun sinking further, Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand and tugged him away and almost running he led him to the steps leading down and under the bridge. When they got down Kurt could see the sun under the bridge now, seemingly making it light up from below.

"Do you know the tradition?" Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear and Kurt suddenly gasped, unsure when Blaine had got so close to him. He shook his head to say he didn't know.

"They say that if two people kiss under this bridge and make a wish, it comes true." Blaine was still impossibly close to Kurt, so close that his breath tickled Kurt's ear in a most glorious way and Kurt felt his cheeks flush and his chest constrict. He looked slowly at Blaine who had tilted his face away slightly so he could see Kurt's expression. Blaine's eyes seemed to glow and burn in the light of the sunset and Kurt pressed Blaine underneath the bridge so he was resting against the solid stone of one of the archways.

"We should try out that theory," Kurt said, his voice ghosting over Blaine's lips and making Blaine have the sudden urge to swallow. He could only nod in agreement as Kurt came ever closer. They paused for just a moment, Kurt clearly wishing as he closed his eyes and then leant in.

Blaine barely had time to let out his breath as Kurt's lips pressed against his. They had kissed many times before of course, illicit, hidden kisses, ashamed, guilty kisses but this was different. Both free and in a place that already meant so much, represented their freedom, they took what was theirs to enjoy and savour. They kissed slowly, gently pressing lips together until they became warmer and Kurt couldn't get enough. Blaine's lips seemed so far away and he licked timidly along his bottom lip to beg for more, to be allowed to savour when he had only tasted briefly before in New York. Their tongues met and Kurt could taste the coffee from earlier, dark and enticing as he touched the roof of Blaine's mouth. Blaine's fingers were grasping where he could, lifting up Kurt's shirt already untucked from his trousers and feeling along the milky skin that lay underneath. Kurt could feel himself unravel and realisation that they were in a public place had him suddenly breaking away.

Blaine looked wrecked, his back still against the stone archway, breathing heavily, his lips rosy and his cheeks flushed. Kurt chuckled as he breathed deeply himself.

"I think after that kiss our wishes have got to come true," he said.

"I really want to take you home," Blaine said lowly, his voice hinting that he was already undone. Kurt nodded as he felt himself harden in his tight jeans. "There's just one more place you have to see," Blaine said smiling.

"Really?" Kurt said, almost grimacing, "It can't wait?"

"I don't know how much free time you'll get and I don't want to waste it," Blaine said, his eyes imploring and Kurt knew he could never say no to that look. He took Blaine's hand, leading him up to the surface of the bridge and walking towards the metro. Blaine knew the station and they walked quickly, Kurt sensing if they got this done then they could properly enjoy their time alone. They finally found themselves in a square, an overgrown garden unlike many of the manicured lawns of the Paris parks. The trees were bare but some of the hedges showed their autumnal colour still and thrived despite the wintry weather. They walked closer to where a small crowd had gathered and as someone parted, Kurt could get a better look at the blue wall in front of him.

It was a long wall covered in white writing with bits of red littering the blue, drawing attention to some of the words.

"What is this place?" Kurt asked as Blaine looked on, trying to decipher the words before him.

"I came here after someone in my hotel recommended it on my first day here and I knew you had to see it. It's the 'I love You' wall – it has the phrase in over three hundred different languages, written over a thousand times."

Kurt stepped closer inspecting the words and glancing over the different scripts and phrases, his mouth open. He starred for a few minutes and Blaine watched as he walked up and down the wall, taking in everything carefully. He slowly turned to Blaine, his eyes shining.

"Why did you take me here Blaine?" he whispered, voice choked.

Blaine smiled and walked closer. He stood in front of Kurt now and held him by the arms, looking clearly into his eyes.

"I think you needed to be reminded of a little love," he said "And I think sometimes I never have the words and I wanted to say..."

"Say what?" Kurt whispered, barely audible in the wintry wind.

"You take my breath away Kurt and I think I've fallen in love with you," he said, not sure if it was too soon, he suddenly took a step back. Kurt pulled him closer, back to his original position.

"I have too," he said, "I never wanted to say it before, couldn't say it but it's been on the tip of my tongue ever since you sang and I just…" He wasn't allowed to finish, Blaine taking his lips on his and this kiss conveyed it all. Kurt parted to see Blaine's eyes suddenly dark in the dim light of the city and they walked away from the wall, Kurt looking back in awe that he was this lucky to be in this beautiful city with an even more beautiful man.

xXx

Deciding that Kurt's place was closest they went there as soon as they could get past the crowds and the hustle of the metro. They nodded politely at the hotel staff as they entered but as soon as the elevator closed its doors Kurt was suddenly pressed against the wall and kissed hard. Kurt felt his stomach swoop, not sure whether it was the change of level or the kiss but their lips moved quickly together, Blaine clearly not getting enough in the tiny elevator. As soon as the doors pinged open, Kurt resumed his nonchalant walking towards his room, smiling at Blaine who already looked debauched and desperate. Kurt put the key card through the door and turned around to face Blaine, leaning on the door frame. He took one look then pulled Blaine by his jacket, bringing him closer and leading them into his room.

That was it for Blaine. He had not been managing his restraint well this evening so the door closing signified so much more. They were alone and Kurt was there, begging with his eyes and blushing slightly. Their lips were soon attached, jackets discarded and shirts untucked. Blaine's hands roamed lovingly over the skin of Kurt's back and brought him closer, his tongue dancing with Kurt's. Shirts were taken off and belts removed and in Blaine's haste to remove his own pants he nearly stumbled on the bed, Kurt laughing as he helped him stay upright.

"You need to remove your shoes first," Kurt said laughing, as he flung his own loafers off and Blaine smiled as he removed everything, leaving him standing in front of Kurt, completely naked and exposed.

Kurt's eyes roamed and he gulped, remembering the pleasure he had already enjoyed at this man's hands and how he couldn't wait any longer. It had already been too long since he had tasted and touched and he came closer, after hastily removing his own clothing and brought them both to his bed.

Kisses were shared, slower this time, as hands touched and explored and Kurt came undone quickly, already begging Blaine for more, for anything, the teasing touches so painfully exquisite but not quite enough. Blaine placed himself between Kurt's thighs, his erection pressed against Kurt's and as he started to move, Kurt groaned in pleasure again, rather too loud. Blaine rutted more frantically and could already feel himself getting closer but he stilled as Kurt whined in protest.

"I want it to last," Blaine panted above him, then sucking at the spot below Kurt's ear which had him mewling in pleasure. "Will you fuck me?" Blaine breathed in his ear and Kurt thought he could come at the hot breath alone.

"Yes," Kurt begged, "Fuck yes." He rummaged in his bedside drawer quickly and knelt by Blaine as he lay on his back, taking his time to look up at Kurt, his eyelashes splayed against his face. As Kurt covered his fingers in lube, concentrating and sticking his tongue out slightly as he got into position, Blaine touched his wrist gently and he looked at Blaine laid out so beautifully beneath him.

"You're so beautiful Kurt," Blaine said, smiling.

Kurt smiled then placed a finger at his hole and enticingly circled it there until Blaine writhed with need. As his finger was placed all the way in, Blaine bit his bottom lip and his head fell back in such pleasure and he moaned loudly.

"Holy shit," Kurt said, completely in awe of the beautiful man he was watching come undone, "You're so beautiful like this."

Two fingers were inserted, then three, until Blaine begged for more and writhed below him, Kurt rutting his hard erection against his thigh in need. He placed himself by Blaine's entrance, condom on, covered in lube and finally bottoms out as Blaine knocks his head back on the pillow in pleasure.

"Oh god, Kurt, that feels so good," he moans and Kurt suddenly feels a bit overwhelmed at the tightness and its going to be over embarrassingly quickly.

"Blaine, fuck you're so tight, so good," he moans over him and he goes lower, kissing Blaine's rosy lips and along his jaw, rutting hard and at this angle he hits the nub inside Blaine, who groans loudly.

"God Kurt right there – fuck…"

They find a rhythm, Blaine's prostate hit every time and he moans loudly, eyes scrunched tight to ward off his orgasm. He needs to be touched, is so desperate for release but doesn't want this to end, it can't end. Kurt feels the coiling heat in his stomach and Blaine clenches just as Kurt comes inside him, sending shoots of come up Kurt's stomach as they cling closer together, feeling each other heave and move against the pleasure shooting through their bodies. They don't hear the phone ring in the room, just their moans of pleasure, just their screams of release.

Kurt, sated and spent, removes himself from Blaine and flings himself on the bed beside him, not caring about the mess in between them.

"That was fucking amazing," Blaine says, eyes closed and a dumb smile spread across his face.

"Not too bad for my first time as a top then?" Kurt says, eyes closed against the worry in his stomach at the admission.

"Are you serious Kurt?" Blaine says sitting up, "You never with…?"

Kurt shakes his head and Blaine shakes his slowly in disbelief.

"Well that was fantastic, so good," Blaine says, the dopey smile returning to his face, his come drying on his chest and Kurt's as they lie there, next to each other. Just as Kurt is thinking about washing them clean with a cloth from his bathroom, there is a knock at the door.

"Kurt? Are you in here? The receptionist said you had clocked in but you didn't answer your phone."

"Dave…" Kurt whispered, wide eyed.