Knock, knock... Knock, knock, knock.

There was the sound of muffled footsteps as someone raced down a flight of stairs to reach the heavy, wooden door.

"H-hi," Kurt stuttered when the door swung open and his boyfriend came into view.

"Kurt!" Blaine gasped at the sight of his boyfriend standing in the doorway, his hair soaked, lips blue and an old picnic blanket wrapped around his violently shivering frame.

"Get in here," Blaine said and he literally pulled Kurt through the entrance by his arm and kicked the door closed.

"What happened?" Blaine asked pulling the blanket from Kurt's shoulders and looking at his boyfriends wet, stained clothes.

"F-foot," Kurt stuttered out, but his shivering was so strong that he could barely form words.

"Foot?" Blaine said confused, "foot what?" he asked desperately.

"F-foot... F-foot," Kurt tried to say the word, but he couldn't do it.

"Baby, it doesn't matter," Blaine said quickly, "you have to get warm," he said stripping off his own sweater and wrapping it around Kurt's shoulders.

Kurt grabbed the sweater and clung to its warmth, seeing his boyfriend's reaction Blaine bent down and lifted Kurt up bridal style and carried him up the stairs to his room. Kurt protested at first but eventually he gave into the warmth of his boyfriend's body.

Blaine made his way up the stairs carrying Kurt and his teeth began to chatter as the cold from Kurt's body made its way into his own. After what felt like an eternity they reached Blaine's room, and Blaine carried Kurt straight to the bathroom and into the shower.

Not caring that they were both fully clothed Blaine gently put Kurt down on his own two feet, letting him lean on one of the shower walls and turned on the shower, letting the hot water pour over the both of them.

Kurt's body visibly slackened as he literally thawed out. Blaine watched as his boyfriend soaked up all the warmth from the water and let it wash over his body, the sight of Kurt earlier had brought tears to Blaine's eyes and he was determined to not let them well over. But as Blaine gazed softly at Kurt he wiped his and at his eyes furiously and slowly moved over to him and started to undress his boyfriend.

"What happened?" Blaine asked kissing Kurt's blue lips softly, helping them to warm up.

The water ran down Kurt's face and he looked up into Blaine's red eyes from where he was slouched. Instead of answering Kurt lifted his arms and let Blaine pull his sweater over his head. As Blaine moved onto Kurt's shirt, as he slowly started to unbutton the shirt he began placing kisses on each section of newly exposed, pale skin. It wasn't until Blaine's lips reached his waist did Kurt open his mouth to speak letting the hot water splash in past his lips.

"They slushied me," he breathed and the hands that were undoing Kurt's belt stopped.

"They what?" Blaine's voice hard.

"They found me a-after school and group-slushied me," Kurt said his voice still shaking a little.

"Who?" Blaine rasped out.

"The football team did-" and before Kurt could say anything else Blaine got up off his knees and went to exit the shower stall in a rage.

"No!" Kurt said grabbing his arm, "you can't do anything to fix or help this," Kurt said.

"No, but I can beat the shit out of them," Blaine growled turning back to Kurt and before the pale boy could reply Blaine's lips were crushed onto his and his tongue immediately sought access to Kurt's mouth.

Kurt whimpered as Blaine's hands popped the buttons on his jeans and pulled them down along with his briefs.

"Blaine!" Kurt gasped for breath as the warm water caressed his legs, and Blaine bent down to undo Kurt's shoes and help him step out of the wet material of his pants.

Blaine slowly kissed his way up Kurt's thighs and started nuzzling softly at Kurt's half-hard member. Ever so slowly Blaine opened his mouth and ran his hot tongue over Kurt's cock, causing the taller boy to whimper softly.

"Blaine," Kurt whined in his throat.

"It's okay baby, I've got you," Blaine whispered, running his hands up and down Kurt's wet thighs, "please just let me take care of you," Blaine begged.

Kurt replied by lacing his fingers into Blaine's hair and pushing him closer to his now hard cock. Blaine slowly spread his lips over Kurt's cock, inch by inch, dragging his tongue across the vein on the underside making Kurt mewl with pleasure.

"Blaine," Kurt gasped again, before he let go completely and relished the blissful ecstasy his boyfriend was supplying.

Blaine stood up and stripped off his wet clothes as Kurt continued to gasp heavily and slump against the shower wall. When all of his clothes were removed he kicked them into the corner of the stall and moved forward to wrap his arms around Kurt's waist.

"Blaine," Kurt gasped, still panting heavily, "that, that... that," not able to form a sentence, Kurt just let his body fall onto his boyfriend's and he buried his face into Blaine's wet shoulder as the water continued to beat down on their entwined bodies.

"I know baby, I know," Blaine cooed, reaching a hand up to stroke Kurt's hair.

Kurt kissed Blaine's shoulder softly murmuring something that sounded like 'love you' and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. Blaine bit back the whimper in his mouth, as tears prickled his eyes. Squeezing them shut, he tried to block out the horrible thoughts that were swirling in his mind and heart.

It's all your fault! A little voice in Blaine's mind said, as he stroked his hands up and down Kurt's sides, if you were there it would never have happened, Kurt is always suffering because of you, it's always Kurt that's in pain, nothing ever happens to you, it's all your fault!

"No," Blaine whispered into Kurt's hair, his voice drowned out by the loud flow of water, this can't be his fault, all he has ever wanted to do is protect Kurt.

Bitting his bottom lip, keeping himself from saying anything stupid out loud to Kurt, Blaine removed his arms from Kurt's waist and untwined his boyfriend's arms from where they were around his neck.

"What?" Kurt mumbled in a dazed state, looking at Blaine through wet lashes.

"I will be right back," Blaine promised, kissing Kurt softly on the cheek.

"No," Kurt started to complain but Blaine was already stepping out of the shower and heading out of the bathroom door.

Kurt fell back softly against the shower wall needing help to stand, his previous orgasm has caused his body to feel completely relaxed and sedated.

It wasn't until the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing did Kurt stir from the nap he didn't realise he was having, Blaine entered the shower stall naked, but dry. Kurt looked at him through heavy lids as Blaine shut the water off.

"C'mere baby," Blaine said, his newly wet curls falling in his eyes.

Kurt stood up straighter and walked into Blaine's open arms. Blaine pressed their bodies together and held Kurt close for what could have been hours.

"Bed?" Blaine asked softly speaking into Kurt's hair.

"Mhmm," Kurt hummed in agreement and let Blaine lead him out of the stall.

When they were out of the shower Blaine bent down and picked up two fluffy towels, he wrapped one around Kurt's waist and draped on over his boyfriend's shoulders. He didn't bother with himself instead he started drying Kurt's wet body, kissing every inch of the warm, pink skin he could find.

"I know you hate these," Blaine said as he picked up a pair of ugly grey sweatpants, "but they're warm."

Kurt nodded and Blaine helped him to step into them, he then picked up a dry shirt from the bathroom floor and a warm hoodie.

"Arms up," Blaine said softly pulling the shirt and hoodie over Kurt's head, kissing him softly on the lips when he was visible again.

"Wanna go to bed?" Blaine asked, "Or do you want food or a movie or I could go get you something to drink, how about a massage? Do you want to-"

"You," Kurt breathed softly, looking into Blaine's eyes, "I just want you."

Blaine's heat swelled with love and his eyes prickled with tears again, "you have me baby, you'll always have me."

Blaine, still naked and damp pulled Kurt closer and crushed their lips together, it was hot and passionate, filled with too much teeth and not enough tongue. Kurt whined in the back of his throat and tangled his fingers in Blaine's hair pulling him closer.

"Please," Kurt breathed against Blaine's lips.

"Hmm?" Blaine murmured kissing down Kurt's jaw.

"Please," Kurt said again, this pulling Blaine's body flush against his. By the comical way Blaine's eyes widened, Kurt realised his boyfriend could feel his clothed erection pushing up against his bare thigh. "Fuck me," Kurt breathed.

"But you've just been hurt and-" Blaine reasoned.

"No I've just been taken care of by my sweet boyfriend, and I now want that same boyfriend to make love to me," Kurt said almost desperately.

"Kurt-" Blaine began and he disappeared out of the bathroom and walked to his wardrobe to pull on a pair of pants.

"Blaine please! I need you," Kurt begged following him, "I just need to feel you in me, knowing that you are feeling everything I feel!" Kurt said his voice wavering, "I need to know that you're a part of me and that you love me and you know me and you understand me! Because nobody else does! Blaine i want to feel loved! Not hated!" Kurt cried as tears spilled down his cheeks.

"Oh Kurt," Blaine said gently as Kurt began to openly sob into Blaine's bare shoulder.

"Why?" Kurt wailed, "Why is it always me? Why do they do this to me?"

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry," Blaine said stroking Kurt's hair and rubbing his back.

"I want it to stop!" Kurt cried, "I want it all to end!"

"Kurt, what are you saying?" Blaine asked pulling back worried, looking into his boyfriends hysterical eyes.

"I want to end this hiding!" Kurt screamed, "I want it to end right now!"

"I want that too," Blaine said, cupping Kurt's face, "but I won't do that to you."

"To me?" Kurt asked sounding like a child.

"If they found out about us, I would be off the team and have no status to help protect you with," Blaine said gently kissing Kurt's wet cheeks.

"I- I just want- I want to- I... I don't know!" Kurt cried in frustration more tears falling.

"Hush baby," Blaine said soothingly, cuddling Kurt again.

When Kurt's sobs subsided and he was no longer whimpering, Blaine led them both to his bed. Pulling back the covers he lay Kurt down first and then got in himself. Kurt snuggled into Blaine's side and the boys became tangled in one another.

"Just go to sleep baby, I've got you," Blaine whispered and that's exactly what Kurt did.

"Do you have everything?" Burt asked as he drove Kurt to the airport.

"Yes dad," Kurt said his tired eyes looking out the foggy window.

Kurt had woken up in Blaine's bed at six in the afternoon. He hurriedly said goodbye to his boyfriend, not even noticing how red and swollen Blaine's eyes were from crying the whole time Kurt was asleep, and made it home just in time for Friday night dinner.

"I'm just making sure," Burt said as they pulled into the airport carport.

"Dad I'm fine."

"M'Kay... but just in case you aren'there is some spending money for Christ-"

"No dad I can't take this," Kurt said holding up his palms and backing away from the envelope in front of his face.

"You can and you willtake it, I already had it converted into the French currency last week," Burt said, shoving it in one of Kurt's designer jacket pockets.

Kurt sighed and embraced his dad in a tight hug.

"I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you too kiddo."

"Attention all passengers this is the last boarding call for flight 2A77."

The boarding call rang in the overhead speakers as Kurt waved a last goodbye to his dad and followed the Anderson's onto the crowded aircraft.

"You will be in seat C32 up the middle aisle to your left," an uninterested voice instructed, an elderly looking woman, who hobbled up the aisle.

"Hello there," Annabelle said to the bored-looking, male flight attendant.

He took one look at her and plastered a fake smile across his face. Paul instinctively placed his free hand on his wife's back, not liking the looks of the broad shouldered, brunette man. He flashed a sneer in Paul's direction, and turned to face Kurt and Blaine. When the flight attendant saw Blaine lean up and press a sweet kiss to Kurt's lips his face twisted into disgust.

"Hi," he said rolling his eyes at Annabelle and snatching the tickets out of her hand. "You, your husband, your son and your butch daughter, are in first class, its right up the other end of the plane, seats A9 to A12."

"What did you just say?" Blaine said, from behind his mom.

"Blaine, don't," Kurt said gently.

"No, I'm sick of this shit," Blaine said pushing his way in front of Annabelle.

"Sweetheart," Annabelle said gently resting a hand on Blaine's tense shoulder.

"Do you have a problem with me?" Blaine asked, "Do you have a problem with my boyfriend?" he said rhetorically.

"No I don't," the attendant responded sharply edging away from Blaine as though he was edging away from a sick person.

"Good, so shut you damn mouth before I shut it for you," Blaine warned him and grabbed Kurt's hand to pull him forward down to the first class section of the plane.

"What was that?" Kurt asked when they were finally seated.

"Nothing," Blaine mumbled, putting both his and Kurt's bag away in the overhead compartment.

"No it wasn't 'nothing' you were really mad," Kurt said taking Blaine's hand when he sat down.

"Yeah well I'm just sick of it all," Blaine said honestly, "especially after what happened yesterday... I just keep getting so mad and angry."

"Well nobody is going to hurt me," Kurt said softly.

"I wish I could believe that," Blaine said sadly, causing Kurt to pull him into a hug.

"It's going to be okay baby," Kurt said stroking Blaine's curls, "I promise."

Blaine sniffed and straightened up, "it will," he said firmly.

"Attention all passengers, we are about to take off, would you please put all trays in their upright position and buckle your seatbelts."

Blaine removed himself from Kurt's arms and followed the instructions given by the air hostess.

Taking Blaine's hand in his own Kurt have it a firm squeeze as the plane jolted forward and began to take off.

"Paris, here we come," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, causing the other boy to smile brightly.

Being in the air for six hours was not an endeavour Kurt ever anticipated to be easy, but with the added glares and snide comments from the male flight attendant the hours seemed to be slowing down on purpose.

"I'm going to kill him," Blaine hissed, shooting daggers at the flight attendant.

"Baby, calm down," Kurt said wiping his lap with a bunch of tissues.

"He split that drink on purpose!" Blaine growled, trying to help Kurt.

"Blaine, it's okay, these jeans are my plane-pants, I wore them so I could get them dirty and crinkled," Kurt explained frowning at the large wet patch in his crotch.

"No, this isn't fair, you put up with this shit at school, I won't let it happen to you here," Blaine said standing up.

"Blaine, where are you going?" Kurt said looking around and seeing everyone else too busy in their own worlds to notice Blaine stalking off to where the flight attendant disappeared behind some curtains.

Blaine pushed the curtain aside and closed it behind him again, not wanting anyone to see what he was about to do.

For the past seven years, he hasn't been able to stand up to anyone that has given Kurt trouble, but for once he can. For once he can show a person what it's like to be truly homophobic.

Blaine spotted the flight attendant in the corner of the plane leaning against the bathroom door. His big, blue name tag read "Jack", Jack had his eyes closed and his headphones in so he never saw Blaine coming.

Putting an arm on either side of Jack's head Blaine lent forward and licked a wet trail up the side of Jack's face with his tongue. The boy's eyes flew open and he visibly blanched with disgust when he saw who it was.

"Jack, baby, did you miss me?" Blaine asked trying not to vomit at the taste in his mouth.

"Fuck off, you disgusting homo!" Jack hissed and tried to get under Blaine's arms in a frantic panic, but failed as Blaine shoved him forcefully back up against the bathroom door.

"No Jack, I want to fuck you," Blaine said thrusting his hips into Jack's. The other boy looked like he was about to scream so Blaine quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

"Shut the fuck up Jacky boy," Blaine whispered seductively as Jack whimpered in fear.

"So you think it's funny to be a little bitch to my boyfriend?" Blaine asked and a tear rolled down Jack's cheek.

"Well how about I make you, my little bitch?" Blaine asked and moved the hand that wasn't on Jack's mouth to cup the boy's balls in his work pants.

Jack screamed behind Blaine's hand but the noise came out muffled and Blaine laughed a joyful laugh.

"You're an asshole jack," Blaine's said simply, moving his hand again to unlock the bathroom door. Opening it he backed Jack inside.

"A very big asshole Jack, and I'm gay so you know how much I just love assholes," Jack was crying now, his sobs muffled by Blaine's hand.

"I'm going to fuck you Jack, right here right now," Blaine said frantically, "I want you, I'm going to stretch your pretty little ass with my cock," Blaine promised and he tried not to laugh at how wide the other boy's eyes went.

"Oh Jack you're a big boy!" Blaine exclaimed fumbling with Jack's belt. "Can't wait to fuck you!"

Jack began screaming again behind Blaine's hand and his own hands tried to stop Blaine's but Blaine was too fast.

"No Jack you little shit, you're so afraid of me aren't you?" Blaine teased him.

Jack's head nodded furiously and Blaine dropped his hand from the boy's mouth and shoved him against the wall. Before giving Jack time to recover Blaine landed three punches to the boy's stomach causing him to double over in pain.

"Fuck!" Jack swore dropping to his knees.

Blaine reached down and grabbed the boy by the hair.

"Listen here you little fuck," he spat, "you will leave my boyfriend alone, I do not want to see you for the rest of this flight," Jack's head nodded furiously and Blaine let go. "Don't even think about telling anyone about this, okay?" Jack nodded again and Blaine made his way to the door. "Oh and by the way dickhead, my boyfriend is perfect and we love each other, how the hell can you be afraid of love? You're an idiot and my boyfriend is twice the man you are... Well I know for sure his cock is," Blaine smirked, "have a shitty flight asshole," and with those words he slammed the door shut and returned to his seat.

Blaine ignored the curious glance that Kurt was giving him and settled back into his chair. Neither boy saw Jack for the rest of the flight and Blaine sighed with content as Kurt's arms wrapped around him.

"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie-"

"Blaine that's Italian!" Kurt giggled as the car drove them to the hotel the Anderson's had booked.

"Well I'm sorry Mr I-Can-Speak-Fluent-French," Blaine joked playfully.

"You love it," Kurt stated snuggling into Blaine's shoulder, as they watched the city of Paris blur past their windows.

"I love you," Blaine corrected his boyfriend.

"Love you too," Kurt said softly.

"If you two don't stop being so cute I'm going to get cavities in my teeth," Annabelle said smiling at her boys. "Oh we're here, that was fast," she said before Blaine could make a smart remark about her last comment.

"Okay boys this is where we leave you," Paul said opening his door.

"What?" Blaine said sitting up straighter, "but this is the hotel we agreed to stay at."

"We may have lied about that son," Paul said and he tossed Blaine a set of keys.

"They're to our apartment," Annabelle explained, "your father and I will be staying here in the hotel and you and Kurt are going to share the apartment."

"But-"

"Do not 'but' me Mr Hummel," Annabelle said fondly, "honey, the apartment never gets used so you might as well take some advantage of it whilst you can."

"But- i mean this is too much," Kurt said stunned.

"No it's not," Paul said, "you both deserve the best holiday we can give you after everything that has happened."

"Seriously this is too mu-"

"Okay, okay let's wrap this up," Annabelle said cutting Kurt off, "boys we will text you all the details of the trip, Kurt you and I must go shopping together at least once, so keep your phones on please."

"Yes mom," the boys chorused.

"Bye boys," Paul said shaking their hands.

"Bye dad."

"Goodbye Paul."

"Have fun my angels," Annabelle said kissing their cheeks.

"Bye mom thanks so much."

"Yes, thank you Annabelle."

"You're both welcome, talk to you soon!" she called as she accepted Paul's hand to help her out of the car.

"Bye!" both Blaine and Kurt called as the car pulled back into traffic and Paul and Annabelle disappeared into a sea of strange people.

"They are giving us the apartment!" Kurt squealed in happiness.

"I can't believe this," Blaine said stunned, "god I love them so much," he breathed and cupped Kurt's face to kiss him.

Blaine's tongue swiped along Kurt's lips until the other boy granted him access, Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth and sucked on his boyfriend's tongue as he straddled Blaine's waist.

"We haven't done this in so long," Kurt panted.

"Too long," Blaine agreed, biting Kurt's bottom lip, "baby I can't wait to fuck you!" Blaine groaned.

"Oh god, yes, do it," Kurt practically begged grinding down onto Blaine's lap. "How far is the apartment?"

"We should be there soon, half an hour, max."

"Not soon enough," Kurt growled and ground down particularly hard causing Blaine's breath to hitch in his throat.

Twenty minutes later after they had jumped out of the car, reached the twenty-four story apartment block and rode the beautiful, lavish elevator all the way to the top, the boys stubbled their way to the apartment door and Blaine fumbled with the keys, eventually letting them in.

Blaine slammed Kurt back against the door, as soon as it was closed and gripped the boy's thighs. He hoisted Kurt up so the taller boy could wrap his long, lean legs around Blaine's waist.

"Bedroom," Kurt moaned as Blaine mouthed at his neck.

Without taking his mouth off of Kurt's pulse point Blaine was able to guide his way perfectly around the apartment and to a huge master bedroom. Kurt tried to take in some of the room's beauty but Blaine laid him down on the bed and he then only had room in his mind for one thing.

"I can't wait for you to be in me," Kurt said pulling his shirt over his head, he was pretty sure he had dropped his jacket in the backseat of the car when it was getting heated between the two of them.

"Need you, now," Blaine panted and stripped off his own clothes.

When both boys were completely naked Blaine wasted no time and he dropped to his knees, positioning himself in-between Kurt's legs and took all of Kurt into his mouth.

"Blaine!" Kurt cried out in pleasure, his hands twisting in the soft bed sheets.

Blaine hollowed out his cheeks and started to bob his head, running his tongue along the vein in Kurt's cock.

"Baby, stop," Kurt gasped, it was all too much too fast.

Blaine ignored him and kept going, "Blaine, I'm g-going to come, stop," Kurt begged but Blaine was ruthless and reached under Kurt's balls and pressed a dry finger slowly into his boyfriend's tight hole.

"Blaine!" Kurt screamed and he started thrusting up into his boyfriends mouth, "god, Blaine I'm going- I can't- I'm going to- Blaine!"

Kurt came into Blaine's mouth with a scream of his name. Blaine eagerly drank down Kurt's come and slowly removed his finger, lapping softly at Kurt's now limp member and he waited until his boyfriend caught his breath before talking.

"Sorry," Blaine said sheepishly, kissing the tip of Kurt's cock, "I just needed you to feel good."

Kurt sat up on his elbows and looked down at Blaine's golden eyes, "when I'm with you, I always feel good," he said and went to kiss his boyfriend but winced at the pain in his ass.

"Oh shit I'm sorry," Blaine said getting up off of his knees and sitting on the edge of the bed next to Kurt.

"It's fine," Kurt said, "it's just been a while."

Blaine looked at Kurt as though he was debating whether to ask a question or not. "Kurt, can I... Would you let me- I mean can- actually don't worry about it," Blaine said shaking his head looking down.

"What?" Kurt asked confused, "what do you want to do?"

"Well I was going to ask... if I could..." Blaine couldn't continue, instead he blushed and looked away; he was always nervous when it came to Kurt.

"Blaine, how many times must I tell you that it's okay to ask for things? Now tell me, what do you want me to do?" Kurt said gently.

Blaine took a deep breath, "you don't have to do anything... I was going to ask, if I could make your ass feel better."

"I don't understand," Kurt said.

"Kurt, I want to- if you'll let me, I want to... Lick you out," Blaine breathed, his cheeks burning red.

"You mean you want to lick my... Ass?" Kurt asked a little stunned.

"You think I'm disgusting don't you?" Blaine said sadly, "I should never have asked-"

"Do it."

"What?"

"Yes."

"Wait, are you saying you want-"

"Blaine, do it now," Kurt said and he reached up to pull Blaine down for a heated kiss.

"O-okay," Blaine said breathless breaking his lips away from Kurt's, "get on your hands and knees," he breathed into Kurt's ear making the other boy shiver.

Kurt obeyed Blaine and moved to the centre of the bed and displayed himself for his boyfriend. Blaine took one look at Kurt and almost came from the sight.

Not knowing how exactly he was going to do this, Blaine shuffled up to Kurt and placed on hand on each ass cheek.

Slowly he kneaded the flesh between his fingers and concentrated in the soft whimpers coming from Kurt's parted lips.

"You okay baby?" Blaine asked softly.

"I'm perfect," Kurt moaned, and Blaine smiled softly.

"Yes you are," he said and dipped his head down to kiss the very end of Kurt's spine.

Slowly Blaine parted Kurt's cheeks with his hands and licked a long, wet trail up Kurt's ass.

"Blaine," Kurt whined as his hips gave a violent shudder, "again."

Blaine nodded his head and lapped at Kurt puckered hole, encouraged by the sharp breaths filling the quite room Blaine kissed and sucked at Kurt entrance, causing the other boy's body to shake violently with pleasure.

"Blaine, please," Kurt panted.

Blaine knew that right now Kurt wants to be fucked, but Blaine was enjoying this too much. He loved the pure blissful pleasure it was bringing his boyfriend, he loves sight, the smell and even the taste of this part of Kurt.

"Blaine," Kurt whined again his hips twitching and Blaine could see per-come roll down his swollen, erect cock.

Blaine stiffened his tongue and instead of lapping at his entrance, he pushed past the tight ring of muscles and buried his tongue deep inside of Kurt.

"Blaine! Yes, yes, oh god yes!" Kurt moaned, "More baby give me more."

Blaine curled his tongue inside of Kurt and started fucking his tongue in and out of his boyfriend's ass.

"Blaine, fuck me," Kurt begged in desperate need of some relief, but Blaine was relentless. He kept fucking into Kurt using his tongue to stretch his boyfriend open.

"Oh shit," Kurt whimpered into the pillow below his head, his arms were shaking and he dropped to his elbows no longer able to keep himself up.

"Blaine, please," Kurt begged, his voice thick with desire, "I need you."

Blaine suddenly pulled his tongue out and gripped Kurt's hips tightly, as his boyfriend bucked against the cool air blowing over his wet entrance.

"Blaine... Please."

Before Kurt could say anything else, Blaine's mouth was on his hole again this time sucking harshly but causing Kurt to cry out in pleasure.

"More, Blaine, need you!"

Not being able to take it anymore Blaine pulled away from Kurt's ass, he quickly licked his hands in a desperate attempt to slick up his cock

Once he was fully coated, Kurt was trying to reach around and finger himself in a desperate need to be filled.

"No baby," Blaine said and he grabbed Kurt's hand and pinned it behind his back, causing Kurt's face to be pushed into a pillow.

Kurt whimpered and turned his head to the side, as Blaine took control and lined up his cock to Kurt's lose hole.

"Can I ride you?" Kurt moaned out suddenly.

"What?" Blaine asked restraining himself from fucking straight into his boyfriend.

"Can I ride you?" Kurt asked again, his voice needy and desperate.

"Oh fuck," Blaine gasped, "yes please."

In an almost animalistic move Kurt flipped around and wrestled Blaine onto his back, straddling his boyfriend's thighs.

Kurt leaned down and attached their lips together, thrusting his tongue in and out of Blaine's mouth.

"Stretch me, more," Kurt panted, after all it had been a long time since they had last done this.

Moaning, Blaine reached his hand out to Kurt's open mouth and let his boyfriend coat them with his saliva.

"Quick baby," Kurt gasped, "I need you in m-" Kurt's words turned into a loud moan when Blaine thrust two fingers up into his entrance.

"M-more," Kurt gasped.

Blaine retracted his two fingers and pushed in three, Kurt couldn't control the noises he started to make as Blaine twisted his fingers deep inside of him. Without warning Blaine quickly added a fourth purposely avoiding Kurt's prostrate enjoying the sight of his desperate boyfriend pushing down onto his fingers.

"I'm ready, now. I need you now," Kurt practically begged.

Blaine nodded and removed his fingers from Kurt, "babe, I don't have lube on me."

"It's okay," Kurt said quickly sliding further down Blaine's thighs and wrapping his lips quickly around Blaine's cock, before Blaine could even moan with pleasure Kurt's lips were gone and he was moving back up to his original position.

"Go slow babe," Blaine instructed as Kurt raised his hips and Blaine angled his cock to Kurt's hole.

Kurt carefully lowered himself onto Blaine's cock, whining at the stretch; slowly he sunk down with Blaine's hands to guide him. When Kurt had fully impaled himself on Blaine he hunched forward in pleasure.

"Blaine, I ... God it feels so full, I need more- I need-"

"I know baby, I know," Blaine panted trying to keep himself from snapping his hips up.

Blaine reached his clean hand up and cupped Kurt's cheek, he looked into Kurt's eyes and slowly he moved his hips causing the pale boy to gasp in pleasure.

Soon Kurt got the idea and he too started to move his hips. Kurt reached out and put his hands on his headboard of the bed and used his leg muscles to push himself up and down on Blaine's thick cock.

"Fuck baby, so good," Blaine gasped, Kurt's tight heat was clenching around him with every slide.

Kurt couldn't reply, his mouth was hanging open in a silent cry if ecstasy and he moved faster as he tried to find the right angle.

"Blaine, harder," Kurt begged, his legs becoming weak.

Blaine gripped Kurt's hips tightly and as his boyfriend sunk down he snapped his hips up causing Kurt to scream.

"Yes, yes, Blaine!" Kurt howled.

"It's okay baby," Blaine gasped.

Too soon Blaine's arms grew tired and Kurt sunk down completely onto Blaine's hips. Kurt was leaning forward and rocking his hips, making the tip if Blaine's cock rub his prostrate.

"There, just there," Kurt gasped into Blaine's mouth as he crashed their lips together.

They continued to rock until Kurt couldn't take it anymore.

"Baby, I can't- I need to come," he begged, "please take me."

"What do you want me to do baby?"

"Take me! Fuck me! Make me yours! Please!" Kurt begged his whole body covered in sweat, his cock swollen and leaking.

Blaine growled in pleasure and he quickly flipped them over enjoying Kurt's surprised gasp as he pounded into Kurt immediately finding his prostrate.

"Harder, yes!" Kurt wailed, in pure ecstasy.

Blaine reached down and lifted Kurt's legs onto his shoulders pressing them in between their chests.

"Fuck you're so sexy, you love this don't you?" Blaine growled, reaching down grasping Kurt's throbbing, leaking cock into his hand and pumping roughly.

"Yes, love it, need it," Kurt whined.

"You love my cock don't you?" Blaine asked as drops of sweat fell from his chest and landed onto Kurt's.

"I do- I going to-"

Kurt didn't finish his sentence; instead his breath caught in his throat as Blaine gave one last thrust to his prostate and he came in thick white ropes across his and Blaine's chests.

"So beautiful when you come," Blaine panted and then he too was coming deep inside of Kurt filling him.

After they had both calmed down from their intense orgasms Blaine dropped Kurt's legs and collapsed onto Kurt's chest, too tired to clean them up.

"That went well," Kurt breathed, running his hand through Blaine's sweaty curls.

"Need more practice," Blaine mumbled, snuggling against Kurt's slick chest.

"Need to get up," Kurt said shuffling his body.

"No," Blaine whined wrapping his legs around Kurt.

"Blaine, we need to shower," Kurt complained as he could feel his come starting to dry on his chest. But as he felt Blaine's breath become deep and peaceful he knew he didn't have it in him to wake up his beautiful boyfriend.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

"Leave me alone Blaine!"

"No, no, no get up!"

"I swear to god I will murder you!" Kurt threatened when a very chipper Blaine pulled the blanket off of him.

"No you won't, you love me!" Blaine said in a childish manner, "now get up and get dressed, we're going out!" Blaine beamed, already dressed in warm winter clothes.

"But it's five-fifteen in the morning!" Kurt practically cried and shifted into a foetal position to stay warm.

"Kurt," Blaine said softly, "I promise you this is well worth waking up early."

Kurt looked up into his boyfriend's beautiful, excited eyes.

"How could I possibly say no?" he asked shaking his head softly at Blaine's shriek of excitement.

"Come on!" Blaine said suddenly impatient again and literally pulled Kurt into the bathroom.

"Okay, okay," Kurt said, "just give me a few minutes."

"Just put on some warm shoes, that's all you need!" Blaine called bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

"Blaine, slow down!" Kurt said trying not to spill his coffee on his long overcoat.

"No, you should hurry up!" Blaine said still pulling on Kurt's sleeve and dragging him through the cold, early morning streets of Paris.

"But Blaine its six in the morning, on our first morning in Paris and the sun isn't even up!"

"Exactly!"

"That makes no sense!" Kurt cried in frustration, narrowly avoiding a puddle on the ground.

"I'll tell you what makes no sense," Blaine said distractedly, "it makes no sense that it took you over half an hour to get dressed and ready when I told you to just put on somehow warm shoes! That's all you needed."

"Blaine, how long have you known me?" Kurt asked rhetorically as he was pulled across an empty street.

"What are you talking about? I don't know you at all? What's your name again?" Blaine asked checking his watch and picking up his pace effectively causing Kurt to jog a little to keep up.

"Seven years Blaine, and after those seven years, I think you would know by now that I have schedules to keep with my morning skin routine and-"

"Move faster."

"I had to clean dried come off my chest-"

"Almost there."

"'Cause somebody refused to do it last night and also I-... Oh my god."

The boys came to a sudden stop as they rounded a small corner. Standing straight in front of them is the Effie tower, lit up by thousands of lights in the dark morning sky.

"Do you like it?" Blaine asked softly, turning to face his boyfriend.

Kurt couldn't speak; he literally could not form words.

"I know it looks better at night but the guys running the lights said they could only have them on for an hour in the morning." Blaine said rambling a little as Kurt stood immobile starting at the tower.

"We can go up if you want, I mean we don't have to, but if you want we can, it's not like we can't sit down here, and I don't know about you but-"

"Why are you so perfect?" Kurt suddenly asked cutting Blaine off.

"I-I'm not," Blaine said looking into his eyes.

"You did this for me?" Kurt asked and Blaine nodded. "You're perfect, and I love you so much," Kurt said rushing forward to press their lips together.

"I love you too," Blaine smiled, "did you want to go up?" he asked and took Kurt's hand leading them to the entrance.

"You won't need that," Blaine said taking Kurt's coffee and throwing it into a rubbish bin near an office booth next to the tower.

"Why not?" Kurt asked pouting slightly at his coffee being thrown away.

"You'll see," Blaine smiled.

Together they made their way up what seemed like hundreds of metal stairs, until they reached a tourist look-out point.

In the middle of the open area there was a red and white checked picnic blanket with an assortment of breads, cheeses and fruits on the cloth. There were also thermos filled with what Kurt assumed was French coffee.

"Blaine, this is-" Kurt began but was silenced by Blaine.

"Let's just enjoy," Blaine said, and Kurt merely smiled and nodded. Following his boyfriend to the picnic blanket, they sat, huddled together, opening a basket that was on the blanket, Blaine pulled out two more blankets and wrapped one around their shoulders and one across their laps.

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes but he didn't say anything, he didn't need to. He knew Blaine was feeling he exact same thing he was at that exact moment. He knew that this was right, this was perfect and in that moment both boys realised that this was forever.

Together they sat and ate, snuggled together in the blankets overlooking the sleeping city of Paris, it was at six forty-five when they had only fifteen minutes left of the tower, did the sun begin to rise as the boys cuddled together and marvelled at its beauty.

Streaks of gold and pink splayed across the sky, erasing the darkness of the night and with its light it brought beautiful warmth.

"We better get going," Blaine whispered softly into Kurt ear.

"Mmm," Kurt hummed in agreement, but still keeping his arms wrapped firmly around Blaine.

Ten minutes later the boys reluctantly got up and packed everything away, Blaine put everything in the basket and carried it in one hand and held Kurt's with the other.

Heading towards the stairs first, Kurt turned back suddenly and faced Blaine.

"Blaine," he said softly, and then paused, not knowing how to continue, "there aren't words to describe how much I love you," Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine softly on the cheek, "but please, baby know that there is nothing that I wouldn't do for you, there is nothing I wouldn't give to you, you could ask for the moon and I would somehow get it for you," Kurt said smiling as Blaine laughed softly, "Blaine, I would give you the world, I want you to know that there is nothing that will ever stop me from loving you and I promise that I will give you everything your heart desires."

Blaine laughed softly again and shook his head, "Kurt," he whispered, "everything I've ever wanted, and everything I'll ever want in the future... Is standing right in front of me," he said gently.

Kurt sniffed gently as tears prickled his eyes.

"You're my everything Kurt and I love you so much."

"You're my everything too, and I love you more than anything in this world."

Both boys were smiling as they kissed softly and they were still smiling after their quiet walk back to the apartment, even as they climbed into bed for a nap, they went to sleep with silly, goofy grins on their face because to them, they felt like they were falling in love all over again, not that they had ever been out of it.

As sun spilled in through the window Kurt stirred from where he was resting on Blaine's chest. They were in bed together cuddled under some blankets fully clothed. As Kurt got up carefully and stretched his well-rested body, the memory of what his gorgeous boyfriend had done for him, washed over him and a huge grin spread across his face. Walking over to the other side of the bed, Kurt reached out a hand and gently stroked Blaine's curls.

"You're perfect," Kurt whispered to the sleeping boy, "how did I ever find you?"

Smiling to himself Kurt stood up and took in his surroundings. He didn't have a chance to have a proper look at the apartment last night, seeing as he and Blaine were too busy ripping each other's clothes off, but even now as he is looking he can't believe what his eyes are seeing.

He is standing in the middle of a huge bedroom; its walls are a deep crimson, with gold trimmings around the cream patterned roof. The four poster bed is in the middle of two, large roof-to-floor windows on either side, with soft red drapes. As he walked across the plush carpet he opened a white door which lead into a bathroom exactly the same as Blaine's at home. Closing that door and opening the one next to it, Kurt walked into a huge walk-in wardrobe, stocked with a very limited, but expensive supply of clothes.

Leaving the wardrobe Kurt walked across the room to another door and found that it opens out onto a long hallway, following the corridor, Kurt found another room that was the exact replica of the one he just left, except the bed was a deep purple instead of being a deep blue like Blaine's. Following the hallway further Kurt gasped when he reached the end and he just stood staring.

On one side of the room the wall was practically all glass with huge white and gold patterned drapes covering them. On the other side was a magnificent marble fireplace surrounded by expensive looking floral lounges and loveseats. As Kurt walked past the fire place he stepped down three steps into a living room, complete with a massive widescreen TV and more expensive lounges. Going down another set of steps, Kurt walked into an open kitchen marked out by marble benches. Up against the wall were two ovens, a dish washer and a huge fridge.

"Wow," Kurt breathed out loud, looking across the apartment.

"How did I get so lucky?" he asked himself again.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" Kurt said mimicking Blaine from earlier in the morning.

"Baby, I wanna sleep"

"No, no, no get up!"

"What? Why?" Blaine asked lifting his head up out of the fluffy pillow, "do I smell pancakes?" he asked suddenly.

"Yes you do my love," Kurt said plopping onto the bed trying not to shake the tray he was holding in his hands. "I happened to find a very full pantry out in that awesome kitchen."

"yeah its always full," Blaine said distractedly, reaching for the knife and fork, "chocolate chip pancakes and orange juice," Blaine said appreciatively, leaning against the headboard and letting Kurt sit in his open lap and slide into his arms, "what did I do to deserve this?"

"You're perfect, you deserve this and so much more," Kurt said leaning back to peck Blaine on the lips.

"You are too," Blaine said softly.

They lay there, in bed, feeding each other small pieces of pancakes until the whole stack was gone.

"So this has been a pretty perfect first day of Paris," Kurt said, lying in Blaine's arms.

"Well they day isn't over yet," Blaine said with a sly smile.

"What does that mean?" Kurt asked.

"Let's just say that I have a few more plans for your first day."

"Blaine, please tell me that you haven't planned anything ridiculous," Kurt said frowning slightly.

"Hey, none of my plans are ridiculous!" Blaine said indignantly.

"Oh yeah?" Kurt said a smile forming across his face, "do you remember that one time, when you tried to build me an ice-rink in winter, using my old sand box?"

"Oh god," Blaine grimaced at the memory.

"You froze my whole backyard," Kurt laughed.

"Hey, that was one time," Blaine said getting up out of the bed.

"You didn't even empty out the sand first," Kurt giggled clutching his sides.

"I was thirteen!" Blaine cried in his defence and headed to the bathroom.

"You froze your own bike to the side of our tree!" Kurt continued to laugh as Blaine grumbled to himself in the bathroom.

"I love you," Kurt called with a smile.

"I love you to," Blaine sighed with a smile... he can't stay mad at Kurt.

Before Kurt knew it, a week in Paris had already flown by. The young couple had explored hundreds of Paris's streets but everyday Blaine was still was able to show Kurt somewhere new. They had revisited the Effie Tower twice more, they had gone to the Louvre, ate dinner with Blaine's parents almost every night, they shopped until Blaine literally dropped one of Kurt's many bags and they made love, they made lots of love.

One night as they lay in a naked, sweaty heap, trying to catch their breaths on Blaine's bedroom floor, Kurt decided that this is where he wants to be for the rest of his life.

"I love you," Kurt breathed, kissing Blaine's sweaty chest.

"I love you too," Blaine said, kissing Kurt's drenched hair.

"Forever, okay," Kurt said.

"Forever," Blaine agreed, not needing confirmation as to what Kurt meant.

He knows with every fibre in his body that Kurt had meant they would be together forever... And he can't help but smile at the idea.

"Kurt?"

"Kitchen, baby cakes!" Kurt called washing up some dishes they had used the night before.

"Baby cakes?" Blaine said frowning at the name as he came out of the bedroom and kissed Kurt on the cheek.

"You don't like it cutie pie?"

"Ugh, I like it better than 'cutie pie'," Blaine grimaced.

Kurt laughed and dried off his hands on a kitchen towel, "what did you want my love?"

"I was going to tell you that I have to leave for an hour or so," Blaine said leaning back on the kitchen counter.

"Why?" Kurt asked.

"I just have to take care of some things," Blaine said shrugging.

"Things?" Kurt said raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Blaine shrugged again, "it's just some stuff I have to do, I promise it will only take me an hour tops," Blaine smiled.

"Okay then... I'll find something to do," Kurt said dejectedly.

"Thanks babe, bye," Blaine said giving Kurt a quick peck on the cheek and heading to the door.

"Love you," Blaine called and grabbed his coat then hurried out the door.

"Love you," Kurt said to the empty apartment.

With a deep sigh, Kurt ran his fingers through his hair and walked to Blaine's room.

Today is their last day in Paris, tomorrow they will be on a six hour plane ride home.

Their whole stay in Paris had been perfect and Blaine's plans had all been amazing and romantic, Kurt shouldn't be upset that Blaine has nothing planned for his last day... Right?

It's not like he's abandoning him all day, it's only noon, so he should be back by one o'clock and then they can spend the rest of the day together. Smiling at that thought, Kurt made his way to the closet in Blaine's room that he had taken over and started to choose an amazing outfit, for later.

Once finding the perfect vest and jacket combo he headed to the bathroom, he has about an hour to prepare himself and he has to look perfect for Blaine when he returns.

The only problem is that Blaine wasn't home within an hour, at three o'clock Kurt was sitting in one of the Anderson's expensive chairs, his body wrapped up in a lovely dark grey trench-coat he had found in Blaine's closet. It was nearing three-thirty and just when Kurt was getting fed up with waiting for his boyfriend, the apartment phone began to ring.

"Hello?" Kurt asked into the receiver.

"Hi honey, it's Annabelle."

"Oh hi, how are you?" Kurt asked his mood lifting.

"Kurt... I have some bad news," she said, worry evident in her voice.

"Is it Blaine?" Kurt asked immediately, "Because he is supposed to be home by now."

"No honey it's not Blaine," she said, "it's about our flight tomorrow."

"What about it?" Kurt asked relieved that Blaine had not been hurt.

"It's been cancelled," Annabelle said softly.

"What?" Kurt asked not sure he had heard her right.

"Honey, I'm so sorry, but there are extreme winds and a snow storm warning has been issued out, which is crazy, but they have cancelled all flights until the day after Christmas."

"No they can't, how is that even possible?" Kurt asked.

"I'm so sorry honey," Annabelle said again.

"No, it's not your fault," Kurt said quietly.

"I'll let you go sweetie," she said softly, "... goodbye."

"Bye," Kurt said softly and hung up the phone.

"Kurt? Baby? I'm sorry I'm so late, but I got us dinner," Blaine called into the apartment, taking off his heavy coat.

"Kurt?" he called again flipping on a light switch.

When his eyes had adjusted to the bright light Blaine saw that the apartment was empty. Leaving the dinner bags on the kitchen bench he walked to the bedrooms in search of Kurt but he wasn't there.

"Kurt?" Blaine called one last time.

Silence.

Cursing himself he hurried to the phone and dialled a number he has known off by heart for several years.

Kurt's phone went straight to voicemail, leaving a quick message Blaine hung up and called his mom.

"Hello?"

"Hey mom, it's Blaine."

"Of course it is," Annabelle said cheerfully "who else would call me mom?" she laughed.

"Mom, is Kurt with you?" Blaine asked all traces of laughter gone from his voice.

"I- no, no he's not," she said slightly shocked at the question.

"Shit," Blaine swore.

"Language, sweetheart and why isn't Kurt with you?"

"Because I had to go somewhere today and I left him here and now I'm freaking out that he's alone of the streets of Paris, and he doesn't know the city like I do," Blaine said his voice filled with worry.

"Okay honey calm down, he couldn't be very far away, it's five past four now and I talked to him at three thirty-"

"You talked to him?" Blaine asked.

"Yes I did, I had to tell him that our flight has been cancelled and we won't make it home until a day or two after Christmas," Annabelle said.

"No, no, god no," Blaine said frantically.

"Why, sweetheart, what's wrong?"

"Kurt always goes to visit his mom at Christmas, every afternoon he will go there and sit for hours and talk to her," Blaine said, "it's their tradition and he's never missed it before, this is bad, he's probably really upset."

"Oh dear, Blaine honey you have to go find him," Annabelle said immediately.

"Okay I'm going," Blaine said, "love you."

"I love you too."

Kurt sat down on the damp park bench; he stuffed his hands into the pockets of the warm trench coat and watched his breath come out in small white puffs.

Sighing he lent back and looked up at the sky. The street is completely empty, with only a few street lamps illuminating the dark night.

After a few minutes Kurt got sick of counting the stars and he stood up and started walking in no particular direction, just not wanting to go back to the apartment. Kurt knows it's stupid to be out this late by himself but he really doesn't care. He had hoped of seeing his mom this year and telling her all about Paris, keeping their Christmas tradition... But those dreams were shot down with one phone call.

Picking at the lint in the coat pocket, Kurt froze. Pulling his left hand out of the coat, Kurt gasped when he saw it was bare, his promise ring nowhere to be seen.

"Where is it?" he asked to the empty street.

Quickly walking back to the bench Kurt looked on it, under it and in it to see if the ring hadn't slipped off anywhere, but it was still nowhere to be seen.

"Shit," he cursed.

Thinking hard he can't even remember the last time he saw it. Groaning in frustration Kurt flopped down onto the bench and shoved his hands back into his pockets to keep them from freezing.

"Blaine's going to kill me," Kurt said thinking out loud.

"This was supposed to be a sign of our love, it was the main reason we stayed together and now I've lost it... Wow gee, I'm the perfect boyfriend," Kurt grumbled sarcastically.

"Kurt?" a voice suddenly called in the distance.

Kurt stood up and looked around. There was nobody, he shook his head to clear it, now he was imagining voices... Just great.

"Kurt!" the voice called again.

"Blaine?" he called back uncertainty, still not sure if he was imagining it or not.

"Kurt!" the voice called more desperately.

"Blaine!" Kurt called back.

Suddenly Blaine's small figure came running around the poorly lit corner.

"Oh Kurt baby," Blaine cried sprinting towards his boyfriend.

"Blaine what's-"

Blaine ran smack into Kurt, their bodies colliding and Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's middle picking him up into a giant bear hug.

Setting him on the ground again, Blaine grabbed Kurt's face with his hands forcing the boy to make eye contact.

"What the hell?" Blaine said his voice hoarse, "why would you leave? How could you just leave? No note, no call, no text, your phones off!" Blaine's said his voice cracking.

Guilt washed through Kurt's stomach as he listened to his boyfriend, "you're crying," he said softly.

"I thought I'd lost you- you don't know these streets and you could have been hurt! What would I do then?" Blaine said hysterically tears streaming down his face.

"Oh Blaine," Kurt said reaching hand to touch his boyfriend's flushed cheek.

"You can't do that to me," Blaine said, "I was so worried. I know you're hurting over the change of plans but baby please promise me you won't ever leave like that again."

"I'm sorry baby, I promise," Kurt said softly, pulling Blaine in for a strong hug.

"I love you so much Kurt."

"I love you too," Kurt said and he hugged Blaine until the boy eventually calmed down and was able to walk them home.

The walk home was quieter than Kurt had expected, he walked silently hand in hand with Blaine through the dark streets of the City of Love. Guilt was still churning through his stomach and making his head swim with worry at why Blaine was so quiet, had Kurt finally pushed him to the edge? There was also the fact that Kurt still didn't know where his promise ring was and he could see Blaine had his own firmly on his finger.

When they reached the apartment, Blaine still said nothing; they took the elevator up to the top floor without saying any words at all. Opening the door to the apartment, Blaine tossed his keys onto the kitchen bench and went straight to the bedroom. Kurt shrugged his coat off slowly, swallowed his nerves and followed his boyfriend.

Opening the door of Blaine's bedroom, Kurt froze when he saw Blaine standing in front of the bed completely naked. All of his clothes were strewn across the floor and he was half-hard gazing at Kurt almost sadly, in the moonlight streaming in from the windows.

"Show me that you love me," Blaine said quietly, "please... just make me feel loved."

Kurt's heart almost broke at Blaine's words, the fact that his boyfriend doesn't feel loved made a lump rise in his throat and tears prickle his eyes.

Without any words Kurt stripped off his clothes own and walked up to Blaine and kissed him hard on the lips. Blaine sighed into the kiss and Kurt pushed his boyfriend gently onto the bed.

"You're so beautiful," Kurt whispered, "I promise to make you feel loved."

After that, both boys let their bodies and emotions take over, they let go of their self-control and they let go of all their worries, just so they could spend this moment together, purely alone and focused solely on loving one another.

Almost too soon the air was no longer filled with the sounds of Blaine's soft whimpers as he was being stretched open or the smell of Kurt's sweat as it rolled down his back when he rocked into Blaine slowly... over and over again. But it was instead thick with Blaine's cries of pleasure as Kurt relentlessly pounded into his sweet spot and the taste of Blaine's tears as he looked into his boyfriend's eyes while coming across their chests and the sound of the bed knocking against the wall when Kurt's hips stuttered and he filled Blaine, with his own orgasm rolling through his body.

Not being able to breath, both boys grasped each other tightly, and Kurt slipped out of Blaine slowly. They held each other's sticky, sweaty body and prayed to a god that neither believed in, that they could stay this way forever.

It wasn't until Blaine's breath evened out and he slipped into a peaceful sleep with a small smile gracing his lips, did Kurt allow himself to even consider resting.

"I will always love you... always," he whispered into the dark apartment, knowing that this was one promise he could keep forever.

The day before Christmas flew past Kurt's eyes in a blur. He had called his father and told him the bad news, Burt was clearly upset, but he understood and said that if it was safer for them to stay, then that's what they should do. However the problem was that Kurt had forgotten to buy Blaine a Christmas present. He had bought one for everyone else except for him, but he hadn't had anytime to himself. Whenever he went shopping Blaine was always there with him to show him where all the good stores were. So on Christmas Eve Kurt told Blaine to stay at the apartment and he took a private car to the shopping central of Paris.

It was a short drive and Kurt was thankful for that because choosing a present for Blaine was harder than he had anticipated. There were expensive shirts and ties, flashy watches and bracelets, there were books and shoes but nothing that seemed right.

Leaving the hustle and bustle of the busy French shopping mall Kurt had entered on a final desperate attempt to find Blaine a present, he walked out to the edge of the road and was about to call for his car, when a sign caught his eye.

Darting across the busy street, Kurt entered through a small wooden door, a bell jingled from over his head alerting the owner that a customer had arrived.

Politely declining the owner's offer of assistance Kurt stood and marvelled at the hundreds of books, in all shapes and sizes, some old, some knew, some had worn edges from previous owners and some still had a price tag on them, what Kurt loved most though is that they were in all different languages, French and English and Russian and German. Kurt's eyes grew wide as he walked through the narrow aisles and came across a section dedicated to plays and musicals.

Running his hand across the many spines Kurt's fingers halted as he spotted an all too familiar tittle.

"No way," Kurt breathed and he plucked the worn book from the shelf.

It was an old copy of The Sound of Music, just looking at the book flooded Kurt's mind with the memory of how he and Blaine first met.

"Make sure you have the homework done by tomorrow because I will be checking."

The class groaned in unison just as the bell rang and together they quickly packed away their books and pencils, eager to head out to lunch. When they had all left the class together, slowly a small boy with chestnut brown hair got up and trudged out of the room to go eat lunch by himself.

It was the second week of school and Kurt still hadn't made many friends, there was that one dark coloured girl that was nice and that boy in the wheelchair... but other than that, Kurt was alone.

Exiting the class room, Kurt was about to walk to his locker when he heard a crash from behind him and a small worn out book slid up the tiled floor and hit his foot.

Turning around Kurt, saw a mop of curly hair, scrambling to pick up all the books that had just fallen out of his locker. Not sure of what to do, Kurt bent down and picked the book up and approached the boy.

"Stupid tall locker, why can't it be lower?" the boy grumbled.

"Umm, excuse me?" Kurt said quietly and the boy jumped.

"Whoa!" the boy said, "you scared me!"

"S-sorry," Kurt said, he was a little stunned, this boy was beautiful, his eyes are a deep gold, with green flecked around the edges, his brown curls looked so soft, and Kurt couldn't help but marvel at how pretty his tanned skin was, on his delicate face.

"Wow, you're really pretty!" the curly haired boy said to Kurt.

"I- what?" Kurt said, looking around frantically to see if anyone had heard that, but the hallway was empty.

"You're pretty!" the boy repeated, smiling, "I'm Blaine, Blaine Anderson," he said adjusting his blue bow-tie, "me and my mom and dad just moved here from Westerville and my mom said it would be good for me to go to a school with girls and boys, rather than just boys like daddy did, cause he was from a school called Dalton and I remember them saying something about singing like birds but I don't remember much- I can sing, did you know? Anyways and then dad said 'okay', and they said I could go here, but it's my first day and this locker is annoying but I have a PB and J, sandwich for lunch which I love!" Blaine exclaimed.

Kurt stood there with his small mouth open, never before had he heard someone talk that fast about that many subjects all at once.

"Hello?" Blaine said, waving his hands in front of Kurt's face, "anyone home?" he laughed.

"Y-yes, there is, I mean yes I... umm- what were you saying?" Kurt asked.

"What's your name?" Blaine asked picking up the last books off of the ground.

"Kurt Hummel."

"No way!" Blaine exclaimed excitedly his eyes burning brightly and he suddenly snatched the book Kurt had been holding out of his hands.

"Hey," Kurt said, "that was rude-"

"Kuuuuuuuurt!" Blaine said, and he waved the book in front of Kurt's face.

"Yes, that is my name!' Kurt said crossly, trying to swat the book away.

"No," Blaine laughed, "look at the book, Kurty."

"Don't call me Kurty, Blainey."

"Okay, fine, but please just look at it... for me?" at that moment Kurt's stomach did an odd little flop as Blaine smiled up at him, his eyes kind and friendly.

Kurt's head dropped and he gazed at the books title, "The Sound of Music," he read.

"Do you get it now?" Blaine asked excitedly, and before Kurt could answer he already started talking again, "your name's Kurt, just like the Kurt in this book! That is so cool! My name isn't cool, it's stupid and I hate the letter B 'cause Bees are evil and they hurt when you step on them-"

"Stop!" Kurt said suddenly, holding up his hand.

"Sorry, I get like that sometimes," Blaine said bashfully, "but you know what Kurt? I've never met a boy as pretty and as cool as you, so you can half of my sandwich!" and with those words Blaine shut his locker door and grabbed Kurt's hand twining their fingers together.

Not knowing how to react Kurt merely held onto his new friend's hand and let himself be lead out into the playground.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah?"

"I already know the answer," Blaine said smugly, "but would you like to be my best friend?" He asked as they reached the shade of a tree on the outskirts of the playground.

"I don't know," Kurt said, and his heart pained at the sight of Blaine's smile turning into a frown.

"Why not?" Blaine asked looking hurt.

"Well I've never had a best-"

"I like your buttons," Blaine said interrupting Kurt as he poked one of Kurt's purple buttons on his shirt.

A huge smile spread across Kurt's face, "you do?" he asked and Blaine nodded his head, "I sew them myself! It hurt 'cause I kept poking myself with the needle but these purple ones are more pretty that the green ones that used to be on here," Kurt explained happily. He had been waiting all day for someone to notice them... just like he has been waiting his whole life for someone to notice him... and now Blaine finally has.

"Yes!" Kurt said firmly.

"What?" Blaine asked looking up from Kurt's buttons.

"Yes I will be your best friend."

"Yay! This is going to be so awesome we will be friends forever and I can tell everyone about your cool name and could this day be anymore awesome?" Blaine asked to the world.

"Well you do have a PB and J sandwich in your bag," Kurt reminded his new best friend.

Blaine slowly gazed at the pretty boy, "you are going to be the bestest friend ever!" and he laughed and embraced Kurt into a tight hug.

For what felt like the hundredth time that day, Kurt had no idea how to respond to this boy so he simply hugged Blaine back in what would be their first, but definitely not their last embrace.

"I'll take this one," Kurt said softly, in French, to the old man behind the counter.

Clutching the book tightly to his chest Kurt called the car to come get him and take him back to the apartment where his very first best friend is waiting for him.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

His designer boots sunk a little as he walked up the pathway to the small, snow covered house. Knocking on the door he could hear the happy squeal of a young child as heavier footsteps approached the door.

"Davey!" the child's voice laughed, "put me down," she giggled.

"No way princess, you wanted a piggy-back ride so you're stuck there now," David's happy voice sounded.

As the door swung open, he watched David's eyes go from being squinted with laughter to wide with shock.

"Sebastian?" David said in disbelief.

"Hi," Sebastian said in a small voice, his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his designer coat, "merry Christmas-"

"What are you doing here?" David said.

"Oh, umm... I don't really like spending Christmas with my parents... and my sister couldn't come back from England this year so... I thought that maybe... I could come and see you?" Sebastian said uncertainly and before David could answer a little voice spoke up from behind his shoulder.

"Hi I'm Claire! And I think you can come inside!" she said, resting her tiny head on David's shoulder as he held onto her legs that were wrapped around his middle, "its real cold outside."

"Uh... okay, thank you," Sebastian said, not knowing how to respond, but as Dave moved out of the way of the door, Sebastian entered and closed it behind himself.

"Davey, do you want me to tell mama, that there's another person here?" she asked in loud whisper.

"No princess, you run along and play with Andy, I'll tell mom."

Letting her jump down and scatter away, David immediately pulled Sebastian by the hand down a narrow hallway filled with smiling photographs' of the Karofsky family. Reaching the last door on the left, David pulled Sebastian though it and shut it firmly behind him.

"Seb... I'm really glad you're here," Dave said, standing near a large bed in a small tidy room.

"But...?" Sebastian prompted.

"Well, my parents don't know that I'm gay, so what do I tell them when they ask me who you are and why you're here on Christmas?" Dave said looking extremely worried.

"Easy," Sebastian said, seeing as he had thought about this on his two hour drive to Dave's house. "You can tell them that I play football for Dalton, and we became really good friends," Dave nodded, following the story so far, "then you could say that my car broke down as I was driving here to see some other friends and your house is the closest so I decided to stop in and say hello."

"That... might actually work," Dave said smiling.

Sebastian smiled back, a great, big, beaming smile.

"You drove all the way here just to see me on Christmas?" Dave asked softly stepping in towards Sebastian.

"Of course I did," Sebastian breathed.

Slowly Dave leaned down as Sebastian tilted his head up and their lips connected for a short but heart melting kiss that made Sebastian feel weak at the knees.

"That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me," Dave admitted shyly.

"You deserve to be treated right, and I want to be the person that does that," Sebastian said.

Dave smiled sweetly, "so... do you want to meet my family?" Dave asked quietly.

"I would love to."

"Baby? Get up its Christmas!" Blaine said excitedly from the doorway of his bedroom.

"I will kill you," Kurt groaned into the pillow, Blaine had kept him up all night, bouncing up and down in bed because of all the bottled up energy he had.

"Babe, I've got your presents!" he said with a huge smile running up and jumping on the bed.

"Ugh! How many time must I threaten to kill you?" Kurt demanded.

"How many times must I tell you that there are presents?" Blaine asked and began jumping up and down.

"Blaine! Stop that!" Kurt cried.

"Never!" Blaine said and he bounced harder, causing Kurt to almost fall out of bed.

"That's it!" Kurt said sitting up, "you're dead Anderson!"

"Oh I'm so scared- ah!" Blaine screamed as Kurt dived for him.

Grabbing his boyfriend around the legs Kurt tackled Blaine onto the bed and wrestled him until he was straddling the boy's thighs.

"Blaine, why must you act like you're five?" Kurt asked.

"Because I'm awesome!" Blaine exclaimed, "Now get off me or you don't get your presents."

"I don't want your presents."

"Oh trust me, you do."

Kurt growled in frustration and rolled off of his boyfriend. Getting out of the bed he shooed Blaine off into the lounge room as he extracted his present to Blaine from under the bed, where he hid it last night.

Walking out to his boyfriend, Kurt could smell the pancakes and hot chocolate on the dinner table where Blaine was sitting with a large flat box. The crackling of the raging fire was the only sound to be heard as he neared his quiet boyfriend.

"What's in your hand?" Blaine asked curiously as Kurt approached.

"A puppy," he stated matter-of-factly and pecked Blaine on the cheek before handing him the wrapped up book.

"Yay! A puppy!" Blaine said and tore into the package like a child.

After demolishing half of the wrapping paper Blaine froze, he had ripped off just enough paper to see the title of the book.

"Oh Kurt," he said softly, carefully pulling off the rest of the wrapping.

"I know it's worn and second-hand, but it just reminded me of yours and I remember how upset you were when Azimio destroyed your copy, when we were younger," Kurt said shrugging, "it's not much-"

"Kurt, this is perfect," Blaine said looking up, "this book is the reason that we met," Blaine said softly stroking the cover affectionately. "If you had never picked it up and returned it to me, we would never have become friends," Blaine whispered.

"Do you like it?" Kurt asked, cupping Blaine's cheek.

"I love it," Blaine said and he leaned over the corner of the table to kiss his boyfriend sweetly on the mouth.

They both broke away with smiles on their faces.

"This, my darling," said Blaine reaching for the flat box, "is for you."

Kurt eyed the box sceptically, Blaine has been known to spend ridiculous amounts of money on Kurt at Christmas time and his boyfriend is wondering if that had happened again.

As soon as Kurt got through the single layer of wrapping paper he gasped and refused to open anymore of it.

"No Blaine, this is too much!" Kurt scolded his boyfriend.

"Oh Kurt, c'mon!" Blaine said, "I didn't even put a dent in my savings account, and besides, I have nothing to spend my money on, so can you please let me spend it on you?" Blaine asked.

"Fine," Kurt said, "but I will only be accepting ridiculously expensive gifts from you today, and no more in the future."

"It's a deal," Blaine said crossing his fingers behind his back, "now will you please try them on?" he asked sweetly.

Kurt couldn't control the smile that formed across his face as he removed the box's lid that was branded with the Chanel label and pulled out a deep purple, silk and cashmere blended scarf, which turned blue when the sun hit it from a certain angle. Squealing with delight, he laid the scarf carefully on the table and then removed a knee length black peacoat.

"Oh Blaine... this is beautiful," Kurt breathed, "but I can't-"

"Please just put it on," Blaine said simply and his heart melted as Kurt's face lit up with an angelic smile when he wrapped the coat around his shoulders.

"Gorgeous," Blaine stated when Kurt spun to give Blaine a full view.

"Thank you," Kurt said and he shrugged the coat off and carefully placed it and the scarf back in the box, "I love it," he whispered and kissed Blaine happily on the lips.

As Kurt sat back in his seat and took a sip of the steaming hot chocolate Blaine pulled a small square box out of pocket.

"Kurt," he said softly, making his boyfriend face him.

"Yes my love- oh my god Blaine, what is that?" Kurt said his eyes huge and staring at the little box.

"It's not an engagement ring," Blaine said smiling at how often this situation happens between the two of them, "it's a ring that you already had."

"A ring that-" Kurt looked down at his bare hand, "wait is that my promise ring?"

"Yeah it is but i-"

"Do you know how freaked out I was cause I thought I had lost that?" Kurt exploded, "I thought you had noticed before and you were going to get angry but you had it all this time! How did you even get it?" Kurt asked.

"When you washed the dishes, the day when you left the apartment, you took it off and put it on the edge of the sink... and I took it," Blaine said slowly waiting for Kurt's reaction.

"Why?" Kurt asked confused.

"Well I was getting to that part but you kind of went on a rage," Blaine said smiling and he was relieved when Kurt smiled back.

"Okay then, explained yourself Mr Anderson," Kurt grinned.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed, trying to remember the speech he had been rehearsing for the past week. "I love you with all my heart and soul, when you gave me this ring it was a promise of our love and devotion. When I saw them I knew they were perfect, but I wanted to do something for you, I wanted to make yours more personal for you," Blaine said softly and he opened the lid of the box.

Kurt's gasp was sharp and echoed through the silent room, his hand snapping up to cover his mouth in shock.

"Kurt, baby, a diamond is a piece of coal that was able to handle the pressure it was put under. You, my love are put under more pressure than anyone I know, you are bullied and tormented, yet you still hold your head up high and show the world that you're not afraid of them. Kurt, you're a diamond, you handle the pressure and I don't know how you do it but every day I see you, I swear you are more beautiful than ever before," Blaine smiled, "I love you, you are this marvellous, beautiful person, in the middle of an ugly world, but somehow you find a way to make it beautiful too." Blaine said, starting to ramble now, "Kurt, I-I love you," Blaine said taking the familiar white gold ring out of the velvet box and tugging Kurt's had away from his mouth, "I promise to make you laugh and smile, I promise to treat you to fancy dinners and expensive shows, I promise to always remind you of how smart and talented you are... I promise to make love to you and never ever hate you... Kurt, I promise to be yours and I promise to tell you that you're beautiful... when you forget how stunning you truly are... I promise to remind you that you're my diamond, my beautiful boyfriend... my best friend and the love of my life."

Blaine held the ring in his hand, in the centre the was a larger diamond surrounded by a smaller diamond on either side, it shone like a rainbow when It caught the sun and Blaine could see tears start to form in Kurt's eyes. Slipping the ring onto Kurt's left-hand ring finger, Blaine smiled as tears of pure joy escaped Kurt's eyes and the taller boy, wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine's shoulders.

"Y-you're so p-perfect," Kurt sobbed.

"It's okay baby, hush my love," Blaine said rubbing circles on Kurt's back.

"So perfect, I l-love you," Kurt cried and he pulled back to give Blaine a passionate kiss.

They held each other and kissed for what could have been hours, neither boy kept count, and when their kisses weren't enough, and clothes were removed, Kurt would always remember the feeling of Blaine making love to him in front of the fire place in Paris on Christmas day.

"I love you more than anything," Kurt breathed as Blaine lay on top of him.

"I love you more than anything too," Blaine smiled and he kissed Kurt's shoulder, knowing he would remember this moment forever.

That in this moment they were truly happy being together and being in love... and in that moment, nothing was more important.