Kurt woke late that morning, the sun streaming so brightly on his face he was a little surprised that he had stayed asleep for so long without noticing. He blinked awake and realised he couldn't move his limbs, so encased in another body and a little sticky from the heat but the slight movement allowed a slither of air between them. He looked up to find Blaine slightly raised above him on the pillow and looking down at him, his amber eyes aglow and twinkling with happiness. It was a truly beautiful sight and made him smile.

"Good morning bello," Blaine said happily, "Did you sleep well?"

"Mmm, yes," Kurt murmured, the sound muffled in Blaine's neck as he kissed him there. "Have you been awake long?"

"Not too long, I didn't want to disturb you so I ended up watching you like a creeper."

Kurt laughed, a deeper grumble along his chest, causing a tickle along Blaine's own chest.

"Breakfast?"

"Sounds lovely."

Blaine gave Kurt a light smattering of kisses along his cheek and jaw and jumped up, a spring in his step and Kurt smiled as he watched him put on a pair of boxers and walk confidently to the kitchen clearly showing his modelling expertise. Kurt waited a few minutes before donning his own underwear and walking out to the kitchen to watch. Blaine was engrossed in his task, making coffee, pouring orange juice and preparing batter for pancakes. He didn't notice Kurt watch, so Kurt leant on the door frame and drank the sight in. He smiled knowing that Blaine didn't show this domestic side very often and it was more precious because he finally got to share all this with someone else. He walked further into the room after a while, causing Blaine to look up.

"Oh I wanted to surprise you when it was all finished," Blaine said pouting.

"Don't be silly, I don't expect waitered service all week Blaine. This is your holiday too and the pleasure is in enjoying as well as helping." Kurt came up beside Blaine as he was pouring the orange juice and felt along the firm skin he found on Blaine's side. Blaine shivered and closed his eyes.

"Oh someone's ticklish," Kurt said as if he'd discovered a secret and would enjoy every second.

"No just you," Blaine said smiling as he leant in to kiss along the sweet pale skin on Kurt's neck.

"You look so different to me," Kurt said taking in the sight of the two of them: milky creamy skin and the tanned shades of Blaine. Blaine chuckled.

"I think that's why I fell in love with you so easily," Blaine said easily, as if simply mentioning they had run out of milk. Kurt's eyes stopped roving over his body and focused on his amber eyes of honesty. "You look flawless, without a blemish. I look like I've been working in the yard for too long." Blaine continued to make the coffee, focused on the task at hand, chuckling to himself and not noticing Kurt's silence until he ended it.

"You fell in love with me?" Kurt whispered, a little in shock at the declaration. Blaine looked up, the first realisation that he had said something a little forward. His eyes widened then his lips lifted in a warm smile.

"Yeah," he said nodding, "Does that bother you? I know it's a little soon, but I'm definitely fa-" He had no time to finishing before Kurt pounced, his arms weaving around Blaine's shoulders and kissing him fiercely. Blaine smiled into the kiss, gripping Kurt's back as close as he could.

"So that's ok?" Blaine said, chuckling as Kurt parted from him and he could continue to make the coffee.

"Yeah, that's ok," Kurt said laughing as he made the pancakes.

Breakfast or brunch was gloriously simple as they watched the mountain loom from their terrace, the sun already high in the endlessly blue sky.

"This is what heaven will be like, won't it?" Blaine said simply sighing as he looped a leg over Kurt's as they sat side by side on the wooden bench.

"I don't believe in heaven but I would think it would look like this though."
"You don't believe in heaven?" Blaine asked a little surprised.

"Not really, I guess I don't really believe in a god that persecutes different groups of people and alienates others but I know people that do believe. Do you?"

"Not really," Blaine said thinking it through, "I believe in being good to people and maybe there's a glorious oblivion when we die but I guess I've never really thought about it before."

"Do your parents go to church?"

"No, they're never in town long enough but they go for special occasions."

At the mention of his parents, Blaine turned a little morose and Kurt apologised.

"No don't be silly," Blaine said, "I guess I just wish my parents were a little more like Burt."

"You two should meet," Kurt said simply, taking the time to get up and put the breakfast things away. Blaine followed him a little simply and slowly.

"You would want me to meet your dad?" Blaine asked incredulously.

"Yeah why not?" Kurt asked, "I guess that's a bigger deal to you than it is to me."

"I guess I never saw myself as suitable enough to show the parentals."

"Well you brush up pretty good and I know the rest is bravado and we'll work on that."

Blaine nodded his head, incredulous that Kurt wanted to take the time to get to know him more and liked what he saw enough to introduce him to his family. He smiled.

They spent the day walking around the old churches of San Giorgio and San Giovanni Battista, stone structures with cracked frescos of saints on the pillars. The tower of San Giorgio gave a gloriously high view of the lake below and it really took their breath away. San Giovanni Battista seemed lower on the outside but once inside Kurt looked up at the wooden structure supporting the ceiling in awe that the place could look at once so simple and majestic.

"Beautiful hey?" Blaine said. Not quite sure what he was referring to, Kurt looked carefully into Blaine's eyes and smiled.

"Yes, beautiful." Blaine smiled back, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

They found a little restaurant called Bar II Molo and ate as the sun set, enjoying red wine from Italy and well priced pizza. They shared several desserts when Kurt couldn't decide which one he wanted to indulge in while he was away. "People always think models don't eat," he said licking his fingers after eating Nutella waffles from Blaine's plate and then taking a spoon to eat gelato from his. Blaine laughed.

"I wish I had your genes," he moaned slightly as he ate regardless, "I know I'll have to work extra hard when I go back."

"Urgh," Kurt groaned at the thought, "Don't mention going back, I want to pretend a little longer."

"We have a few days my sweet," Blaine said as he licked his fingers of chocolate. "It's nice here, free from prying photographers and nosy people. I don't have to perform here."

Kurt looked at him, sipping his wine and glancing every so often at the sunset and the beautiful colours.

"You don't have to perform when you go back either," he said kindly.

"I know, but I find it hard. People expect so much."

"You don't have to prove them right, you can enjoy the job for what it is, you can work and reap the benefits."

"What benefits?" Blaine scoffed, "I think this is where you show your naiveté Kurt." Kurt looked a little hurt at the insinuation that he knew nothing of the pitfalls of the job. "I don't see the benefits of being offered drugs, alcohol and free sex so frequently. It cheapens everything."

"That's why I avoid all the parties," Kurt said simply, shrugging his shoulders."And you don't have to accept the offers, you could say no."

Blaine looked a little stunned, as if he had never considered the option. Kurt had to smile slightly.

"When one person makes you think that's all you're worth, you start to believe it," Blaine said and Kurt seemed to understand and nodded his head.

"The same guy as before?" he whispered, the very mention of the guy threatening to spoil the peace and beauty.

"Yeah," Blaine said, his eyes widening that Kurt had been that perceptive.

"Well clearly not worth anymore of your time," Kurt said, "Whatever he did, whoever he is – you, Blaine, are worth all things beautiful and he is not."

Blaine stared at Kurt, his eyes filling instantly with tears at the kindness of the man in front of him, his utter belief in him, despite the silly things Blaine had said. As if under the impression that the feeling was getting too morose on their terrace where they sat, the management obviously decided now was the time to start playing jazz music. A simple small orchestra started: two using a saxophone, as well as one on a trumpet and another on the piano. Blaine laughed as he blinked away the tears.

"Oh yeah, it's Wednesday," he said as way of explanation, "I saw on the poster, they play music here."

They swivelled their chairs so they could see the sunset as well as the jazz musicians as they started a few recognisable classics.

"I've never really understood jazz music," Kurt said after a while as Blaine looked engrossed in the sound. He clearly admired their hard work and was spellbound.

"Are you serious?" Blaine said incredulously, "They're awesome."

"Ok Blaine," Kurt said, laughing slightly, "If you say so, I've just always thought it was a little too much, just fast noise."

"Now I know you can't be serious," Blaine exclaimed open-mouthed but he soon closed it as an idea popped into his head. He got up quickly and spoke rushed Italian to a waiter nearby, who looked at Kurt a little disgusted too. Kurt looked a little embarrassed at their identical expressions of incredulity. The waiter nodded his head at whatever Blaine had asked and he went to speak to the piano man who looked at Blaine and nodded happily.

Blaine sat again to watch as the singer finished his song, the crowd whooping appreciatively. He suddenly looked directly at Blaine.

"Vorremmo invitare Blaine a cantare una canzone," he said quickly, the only recognisable word to Kurt was Blaine's name and he was a little surprised to see Blaine walk confidently up to the microphone.

"Questo è per Kurt," he said simply and laughed at Kurt's surprised expression as the music started to play.

Puorte o cazone cu 'nu stemma arreto
'na cuppulella cu 'a visiera alzata.
Passe scampanianno pe' Tuleto
camme a 'nu guappo pe' te fa guardà!

Tu vuò fa l' americano!
mmericano! mmericano
siente a me, chi t' ho fa fa?
tu vuoi vivere alla moda
ma se bevi whisky and soda
po' te sente 'e disturbà.

Tu abballe 'o roccorol
tu giochi al basebal '
ma 'e solde pe' Camel
chi te li dà? ...
La borsetta di mammà!

Tu vuò fa l' americano
mmericano! mmericano!
ma si nato in Italy!
siente a mme
non ce sta' niente a ffa
o kay, napolitan!
Tu vuò fa l' american!
Tu vuò fa l' american!

Blaine looked in his element up there singing with the musicians like he had known them all his life. He clung to the saxophonist as if they were best friends and they came closer to the microphone as they sung together. Blaine had no trouble with the lyrics, his Italian flawless and Kurt sat there open-mouthed.

Comme te po' capì chi te vò bene
si tu le parle 'mmiezzo americano?
Quando se fa l 'ammore sotto 'a luna
come te vene 'capa e di:"I love you!?"

Tu vuò fa l' americano
mmericano! mmericano
siente a me, chi t'ho fa fa?
tu vuoi vivere alla moda...

He finished and took a few seconds to get his breath back, but he looked gloriously flushed, his hair escaping its gelled confines in the Italian heat of the bar. The crowd rapturously applauded and he beamed as he took a low bow and walked off the little stage, the clapping still continuing, Kurt the most enthusiastic.

"I can't believe it," Kurt said, coming closer to Blaine's ear as the music continued. "How do you know so much Italian?"

"I lived here as a kid, that's why I love coming back," he said sweetly.

"Blaine, I don't think you understand what that did to me," Kurt said, moaning low in his ear and Blaine felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as his mind caught up with how his body was feeling. "We need to leave now," Kurt said simply and he took the opportunity to nibble Blaine's ear slightly to prove his point. He must have made it pretty clear because Blaine's eyes went ten shades darker and he stood, gripping Kurt's hand fiercely and taking him out of the bar, leaving copious amounts of money to pay the bill as he went. The saxophonist made a little distinctive noise to signify his goodbye and they waved in reply, beaming faces faced their way.

They made it home in record time, managing the cobbled streets with sudden ease and they only tripped slightly as they entered their rented villa. Blaine didn't have much time to recover before Kurt pushed him against the front door and kissed him fiercely, moaning loudly. He made his way to Blaine's neck and muttered there.

"You don't know what you do to me Blaine," he moaned, rutting against Blaine's thigh to give him an idea. "You speaking Italian does something to me."

Blaine smiled as he kissed what skin he could find as Kurt worked his way over his jutting collarbone and did his own marking. Blaine suddenly turned Kurt around so he was pressed against the door and he started to undo his shirt, exposing his chest and creamy toned skin.

"Così fottutamente bello," he murmured against Kurt's chest, causing vibrations against Kurt's skin. Kurt reacted by slamming his clenched fists against the door in pleasure which seemed to go straight to Blaine's cock, straining in his tight pants.

"Suoni...." Blaine breathed against his skin, "Gemiti..." he moaned in response to Kurt's own moans and Kurt rutted up desperately finding only air and he whimpered in disappointment.

"Blaine, please...."

"Per favore," Blaine muttered almost incoherent, "Implorare, fa qualcosa per me..."

Blaine came closer, rutting desperately himself as Kurt's sounds became more dirty.

"Così fottutamente carino; così fottutamente sudicio...." He pushed harder, as Kurt met him thrust for thrust and far too soon they clung to each other as they rutted hard and fast, Kurt gasping as Blaine continued to mutter obscenities in Italian along Kurt's skin and near his ear. Kurt suddenly came loudly and gasped as the sensation threatened to overwhelm him when Blaine came too and as soon as he finished, Kurt sunk to the floor, still breathing heavily.

"Fuck..." he breathed, "I have never come so hard or so fast," he said, his mind catching up with his actions and causing his face to flush in embarrassment. Blaine closed his eyes and laughed, tilting his head back so Kurt could see his Adam's apple bob in delight.

"That was amazing, I should speak Italian more often if that's the response I get," he breathed, opening his twinkly eyes to Kurt who laughed nervously. Blaine looked a little like he wanted to devour him again.

"Let me catch my breath, then you can try again," Kurt said chuckling.