Italy was beautiful. Blaine showed Kurt where he had gone middle school. He showed him the house he grew up in. He took Kurt to his favorite restaurants when he was a kid. Kurt loved it all. He loved the way Blaine’s eyes lit up when he was telling a story. He loved the way Blaine held his hand as they walked through the cobblestone streets. He loved it when Blaine kissed his cheek in public, not ashamed of their romance. He loved the way Blaine would touch him at night when no one was around. He loved the way Blaine held him close after sex. He loved Blaine.

It was that realization that had Kurt jolting awake an hour before they had to get up. Yes, he had loved Blaine in high school, but that wasn’t real love, he hadn’t really known Blaine then. His dad said that he was in love with Blaine and Kurt agreed, but even then, the two were still getting to know each other. But now Kurt felt like he knew Blaine inside and out. He truly, honestly loved the boy, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Blaine didn’t want to complicate things, Kurt figured the curly haired boy just didn’t love him enough.

“W’s wrong?” Blaine mumbled half asleep.

“Nothing. Go back to sleep,” Kurt whispered and ran a hand through Blaine’s curls. Kurt moved back so he was sitting with his back against the headboard. Blaine migrated over to him and used his lap as a pillow. Kurt absent mindedly play with the boy’s hair. Did I make a mistake? I never should have agreed to this plan. Kurt kept having thoughts to same degree until the alarm went off beside him. Kurt turned it off and then woke Blaine up softly. “Blaine, come on. We have to get up now. We have breakfast reservations at nine and then a plane to catch at one.”

“Don’t wanna,” Blaine mumbled.

“Come on, you said we have surprise guests this morning!”

Blaine sat up, tiredness gone. “Right...about that,” he started.

“What? Going to tell me who they are now?” Kurt said with a smile. Blaine looked at the blankets in front of them, not meeting Kurt’s eyes. “Blaine?”

Blaine took a deep breath. He grabbed both of Kurt’s hands. “My parents found out about the wedding. They talked to Coop and he let it slip that we were coming to Italy for our honeymoon. They insisted that we meet up with them while we’re here so they can meet the ‘lovely doll’ I married.”

Kurt’s jaw dropped. “Lovely doll!? I am not a doll. And I am not a girl!”

“I know Baby. They’re just stuck in their heteronormative lifestyle. Anyway I scheduled it for this morning because I figured by afternoon we’ll be in France and nothing can spoil that.

Kurt sighed. “You’re right. Now I am going to go find the manliest outfit I packed,” Kurt announced.

Blaine chuckled. “Dress how you alway dress, Kurt. You don’t have to prove anything to them. I love you just the way you are.”

Kurt’s heart fluttered more than it should have at that last statement. He peeked up at Blaine through his lashes and a blush covered his cheeks. Blaine leaned over and kissed him. Kurt kept thinking about how soft the smaller boy’s lips were. He took comfort in the warmth of the embrace and relaxed, melting into the kiss. When Blaine poked his lips with the tip of his tongue, Kurt opened his mouth and let Blaine enter. Their tongues mixed languidly. Blaine’s hands moved to cup his cheek, deepening the kiss even more.

Kurt didn’t want to stop. Not now, not ever. He wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders. He took one hand and pulled Blaine so he was straddling the taller boy before bringing it back up to his shoulders. Blaine gently pressed Kurt up against the headboard, their bodies flush together. Kurt was light headed when Blaine pulled back and rested their foreheads together. The took long breaths to make up for those they missed while kissing.

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, not willing the tears to come down. He was so close to telling Kurt to forget the plan. He loved the taller boy so much, he just wanted to be with him. But he couldn’t do that yet. He needed one year. One more year and he would be an American. He climbed off of Kurt before the taller boy could read his emotions. He quickly kissed his cheek before saying he was going to take a shower.

XX

“Blaine! How lovely to see you,” a lithe woman said. She had long dark hair. Kurt took in her features. She was a faded beauty. Her beauty was still there, but it wasn’t as prominent as he imagined it once had been.

“Hi Mom,” Blaine greeted. He gave her a hug and gestured to Kurt. “This is my husband, Kurt.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Anderson,” Kurt said politely, shaking her hand.

“You too. Call me Clara.  I haven’t seen Blaine looking this happy in a very long time. Thank you for that,” the woman spoke quietly. Kurt wondered why Blaine had an issue with his parents, but then Mr. Anderson came out of the bathroom. Clara tensed up and went silent.

“Blaine,” the taller Anderson said. No ‘hello’, no ‘how are you’, no ‘congrats’. Just ‘Blaine,’ in a monotone.

“Father,” Blaine greeted in a similar manner. “This is Kurt.”

Kurt reached out a hand to shake but the older Anderson jumped back as if the boy were going to burn him. Kurt quickly retracted his hand. “I’m sorry, Sir. I did not mean to startle you.”

“You didn’t. I just don’t make a habit of touching gays,” Richard explained. Kurt could feel Blaine tensing up beside him.

The four sat at a table in the corner. Conversation was tense. Kurt had a hand set on Blaine’s knee under the table. “So, how long have you two been together?” Clara asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Long enough to write up a contract, Clara. You don’t think these two are actually in love do you?!” the older anderson chuckled humorlessly.

“Richard!” Clara said aghast. “Blaine would never-”

Richard cut her off. “I hope you had him sign a prenup. You have done decently with your career. You wouldn’t want…” Richard looked Kurt up and down… “that taking your money and buying more flamboyant clothes.”

Kurt went red with embarrassment while Blaine went with of anger. “First off all,” Blaine started with a clenched jaw. “If being at the top of every number one selling list and first choice for every interviewer across America is ‘decent’ then I would like to know what excelling is. Second of all, I love Kurt. What is mine is his.”

“Well, it seems as though I taught you nothing about being a good businessman,” Richard sneered.

“Come on, Kurt,” Blaine said abruptly. He gently grabbed Kurt’s arm and guided him up from his seat. Then he led Kurt out of the restaurant before anyone could speak.

“Blaine?” Kurt asked timidly. Blaine didn’t answer. The two kept walking until they were back at the hotel. The walk was silent. Kurt kept trying to get Blaine to talk but the shorter boy wouldn’t. He was lost in thought. The two entered their room. Everything was packed and sitting by the door, ready to be taken to the airport. Blaine started pacing back and forth, fists clenched at his sides. Kurt walked over and sat at the edge of the bed, watching Blaine. The boy’s eyes were distant. His face was still red. “Talk to me, please,” Kurt asked softly.

“Why should I waste my breath?”

“Because he is obviously still bothering you, Blaine. Talk it out. Get rid of the power he has over you.”

“I CAN’T! YOU THINK I DON’T FUCKING WANT THAT KURT!?” Blaine yelled. His hands shot up to his hair and his scrunched shut, trying to hold back tears. Kurt reached out and brought the shorter boy closer to him. He pulled him onto his lap and let Blaine cry onto his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Kurt.”

“It’s okay, Blaine. Just talk to me.”

“I don’t know how. My dad and I were so close growing up and then I told him that I am gay. Ever since then he has started calling me names and treating me terribly,” Blaine explained. Kurt listened sympathetically and rubbed soothing circles on the smaller boy’s back. “When we came to America I saw my chance to get away from him. I did everything I could to get people to listen to my music. I knew if I became well known I could stay and get away from him.”

“And you did. You proved to him that you’re worth something,” Kurt said.

“I know. I just wish he would be proud of me like he always was of my brother.”

“I’m sorry, Blaine.”

Blaine sulked into Kurt’s shoulder for a few more minutes before announcing they should get to the airport.

XX

Italy was beautiful besides the whole episode with Blaine’s father. The plane ride to France was short and nice. Blaine took Kurt to the eiffel tower, the louvre, and the palace of versailles. Blaine was the perfect gentlemen the whole time. He made Kurt forget that this whole thing between them would be over in a few short days.

On their final night, Blaine wouldn’t tell Kurt what he had planned. “Just wear your best outfit.”

Kurt groaned but went and got dressed. He successfully convinced Blaine against using the blindfold, claiming it would ruin his hair.  An hour later he and Blaine were at the most beautiful restaurant Kurt had ever seen, and that was saying something considering their first ‘date’ had been at the Four Seasons.

Dinner was sweet and romantic. Blaine bought the most expensive champagne and Kurt drank a bit too much, but how could he not when it was so smooth. Blaine led a tipsy Kurt back to their hotel room. Kurt giggled the whole way, clinging onto Blaine to keep from falling. Blaine got the two up to the top floor and leaned Kurt against the wall, just to the side of their door.

“Blaaaaine,” Kurt slurred and leaned forward. He lost his balance just as Blaine got the key to the door out. Kurt toppled into Blaine’s arms. “Your hair smells like raspberries,” Kurt whispered, his breath hot in Blaine’s ear. Blaine tried to let out a chuckle, but it came out as a moan as Kurt attached his lips to Blaine’s neck. “Want you,” Kurt growled, unsuccessfully trying to unbutton Blaine’s shirt.

“We need to get into the room first,” Blaine stated before finally getting the door unlocked. He scooped Kurt up, which wasn’t that hard considering he’d already been supporting him for half the night. Blaine kicked the door shut behind the two of them and set Kurt on the bed. He went to move away but Kurt grabbed his tie and tugged him close, crashing their lips together. Kurt tasted like champagne. “Kurt,” Blaine stopped him as he pulled away.

“What?” Kurt asked. His eyes had gone wide and he looked like he was about to get scolded for something he do.

“We just need to slow down a little,” Blaine explained.

Kurt huffed a flopped backward. “All we ever do is go slow Blaine. Every single time we’ve had sex over the past week it was slow. Yes it was beautiful and it felt good, but I am not fragile. I am not going to break!” Kurt exclaimed, growing more frustrated as he went on.

“I don’t think you’re going to break, Kurt,” Blaine said softly. He moved to the side of the bed and set down next to Kurt. He brought his hand up to caress the taller boy’s cheek.

“Then why are you so careful with me? Why don’t you ever fuck me against the wall, or mark me, or just let passion overwhelm you?”

Blaine looked solemn for moment before answering. “If I could love you forever, I would do all those things, and many more. I don’t get you forever, Kurt. I get you for this week. I want to spend that time caring for you, showing you how much I love you. I want to stretch it so it lasts as long as possible. Strangers can have passionate, mind blowing sex, but only people who are in love can make slow, sweet love.”

Blaine wiped a tear away from Kurt’s cheek. “I want you to love me forever,” he whispered.

“I can’t,” Blaine whispered back, tears forming in his own eyes. “You deserve way better than me.”

More tears fell from the both of them as Blaine leant down and kissed Kurt slowly. Kurt brought his hand to the back of Blaine’s head, signaling the smaller boy to kiss him deeper. Blaine obeyed. Blaine unbuttoned Kurt’s jacket and pulled to taller boy to a sitting position so he could slip it off his shoulders. Next he pulled his shirt over his head, flattening his hair as he did so. Kurt didn’t care. This was his and Blaine’s last night together.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s back, holding him in place on his lap. Blaine was sitting with his knees on either side of Kurt’s thighs. Blaine’s hands tangled in Kurt’s hair, tipping his head up so he could slide his tongue deeper into the boy’s mouth. Kurt whimpered and held Blaine tighter. Blaine softly pushed the two back so they were lying down. He took his own shirt off followed by his pants and boxers. Kurt rolled them over and was hovering on top of Blaine. He kissed Blaine’s lips briefly, followed by his jaw. He sucked his way down Blaine’s neck across his sternum. Kurt lapped over one of Blaine’s nipples, listening to the soft whimpers that escaped the shorter boy’s mouth. Kurt continued his trail lower, nuzzling his face into Blaine’s pelvic region. Blaine’s breathing stuttered above him. Kurt took a deep breath, inhaling Blaine’s smell. He pushed his hands under Blaine’s ass and squeezed. Blaine moaned loudly. Kurt licked a long stripe down Blaine’s shaft and felt Blaine wiggle beneath him. He enclosed his mouth over the tip of Blaine’s penis and licked the slit. Salty precome greeted his taste buds. Blaine let out broken whimpers above him, asking for more. Kurt complied, taking more of Blaine into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around Blaine’s cock and moved his lips up and down. Blaine thrust up and Kurt choked a little but quickly regained his composure.

Blaine was about to apologize but it was cut off with a moan as Kurt swallowed him, taking his cock in as much as possible. His nose nestled against Blaine’s pubic hair, tickling him just a bit. He laughed a bit and the vibrations made Blaine throw his head back. He was fucking himself in and out of Kurt’s mouth. Soon his legs were shaking and he felt the heat in coiling in his belly increase. “STOP. Kurt-Fuck-Kurt. Mmmm Baby stop,” Blaine begged. Kurt popped off and looked at Blaine. “So close.”

Kurt smiled and rolled Blaine over. He smacked Blaine’s ass playfully and lifted the boy to his knees. Blaine couldn’t get the image of Kurt’s swollen red lips out of his mind. Blaine felt Kurt spread his cheeks and then he felt something warm along his crack. “Mmmmm,” he couldn’t help but moan. Kurt’s tongue felt good against the sensitive skin surrounding his perineum. Blaine closed his eyes and tried to take it all in but it was too much. He brought his hand up to his cock and slowly stroked it as he felt Kurt’s tongue fuck in and out of his hole. All of a sudden the warmth was gone and a hand was squeezed around his, almost painfully.

“That’s my job,” Kurt whispered right in his ear. Blaine whimpered and removed his hand. “Such a good boy for me.”

“Kurt please touch me,” Blaine begged.

“You want me to touch you?” Kurt asked slowly. He looked at Blaine. Blaine was on his knees and elbows, ass up. His cock was red and hard against his stomach.

“God yes,” Blaine breathed out. His head was already starting to get fuzzy.

“You want me to fuck you?” Kurt asked. Blaine didn’t answer in words, just a wanting whimper left his lips. “Hands on the headboard.” Blaine did as he was told. Kurt rolled a condom on his shaft and poured some lube on it. He moved behind Blaine, climbing so he was above the boy. Kurt pushed the tip of his cock into Blaine’s pucker. He grabbed Blaine’s hips and held them in place so that the shorter boy couldn’t thrust onto him. Oh so slowly he pushed into Blaine’s heat. Blaine was moaning below him. It took a lot of self restraint to not just push himself all the way in, but he wouldn’t. He would give Blaine something to remember. He bottomed out and Blaine’s mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Kurt stilled for a moment. He felt Blaine’s hole tight around him. He dropped his head and rested against Blaine’s back. Slowly he pulled out until just the tip of his head was in and then without warning he slammed back in. “Fuck!” Blaine yelled. Kurt smiled and did it over and over again. “Kurt, please. I need more,” Blaine begged.

Kurt gave in. He’d been making Blaine wait long enough. He grabbed the darker skinned boy’s cock and started stroking it. He would stroke it fast until he knew Blaine was on the edge then slow down. Blaine whimpered and his limbs started shaking in that familiar way they did when he was close to coming. Kurt kept pushing in and out of the boy and pumping his dick. It was too much, the pleasure overwhelmed Kurt and he came in Blaine. The warmth of Kurt’s come made Blaine fall over the edge. He came with a loud moan. After he came back down to earth, Kurt kissed the middle of Blaine’s back and pulled out as softly as he could. He knew Blaine would be tender.

Kurt tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash. He rolled Blaine over and cleaned him off. He grabbed an extra set of blankets out of the closet. The hotel was well prepared for the happenings in the honeymoon suite. It was well stocked with extra sheets and blankets. After he got them cleaned up he crawled back beside Blaine. Blaine immediately rolled over and wrapped his arms around Kurt, laying his head on his chest.

XX

The two couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. They woke up tangled in each other’s arms. While Kurt showered, Blaine packed everything up. Then Blaine showered while Kurt styled his hair. After that the two held hands in the cab, throughout the airport, and on the plane. They shared sweet kisses throughout the day. On the plane they put the armrest up so that they could snuggle. The plane was on the smaller side so they were the only two seated in their row. Blaine was by the window while Kurt was resting on his shoulder watching as they left the gorgeous city behind.

Kurt didn’t want things to go back to how they were. He didn’t want him and Blaine to be just business partners. Soon they would land in the United States and that would be it. Kurt wanted one last time. He looked around the cabin and saw that most of the passengers were asleep or had headphones in. Then he looked at Blaine who was watching him curiously. Kurt kissed the boy softly and put his hand on the shorter boy’s lap.

Blaine huffed a breath of surprise but no one heard it because their kiss absorbed it. “Kurt?”

“Can you be quiet for me?” Kurt whispered seductively in Blaine’s ear. Blaine nodded. “Good.”

Kurt unzipped Blaine’s pants and pulled his flaccid cock out of his underwear. Blaine closed his eyes. The blanket draped over top of the boys kept their activities from being seen by anyone. Kurt brought his hand up to Blaine’s mouth. Blaine opened it and sucked Kurt’s fingers in, lubing them with spit.

Kurt brought his hand back down and started to stroke Blaine. Blaine was half hard from the idea of what was about to happen, and soon he was standing at full attention with the way Kurt was touching him. Blaine closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip. Kurt’s hand was only lubed with spit and the friction was a little rough.

Kurt stroked Blaine with long tight strokes. He moved slowly to tease the smaller boy. Kurt swiped the precome of of the tip of Blaine’s cock and made the strokes slicker. Kurt glanced around and saw that everyone was preoccupied so he ducked under the blanket and leaned over, taking Blaine into his mouth.

Blaine barely contained his moan and tangled his hands into Kurt’s hair. Kurt ran his tongue across the slit on the head and felt Blaine try to thrust up. Kurt sucked more fervently, bobbing up and down. Blaine was squirming in his seat.

Kurt rubbed Blaine’s balls between his fingers and all the stimulation became overwhelming. Blaine came into Kurt’s mouth. Kurt tried to swallow it but he missed some. Kurt came out from under the blanket and looked at Blaine. Blaine was utterly relaxed and his eyes were closed. Kurt’s hair was in disarray and there was a bit of cum on the corner of his mouth. A flight attendant came over and handed him a napkin, winking as she walked away.

Blaine chuckled while Kurt turned a tomato red. Kurt wiped his lips off and then kissed Blaine. Blaine pulled Kurt into his side and buried his nose in the boy’s chestnut hair. “Thank you Baby,” Blaine whispered.

“Mmm, welcome,” Kurt answered and placed a soft kiss on Blaine’s neck.

“That was just a perfect way to end this trip,” Blaine said. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep for the rest of the flight. He didn’t see Kurt’s heartbroken expression.

XX

When the boys got off the plane they were ambushed by photographers. Thankfully Blaine had packed an extra pair of pants in his carry-on so he didn’t have to walk around with wet pants. Blaine held Kurt close as he led them to the baggage claim. They got their bags and shuffled out into an awaiting limo. Once inside Blaine scooted away from Kurt. Kurt had to remind himself that this was how things would be from now on.

When they got home they both unpacked silently. Blaine finished first and started making dinner. Kurt joined him when it was finished and they ate in an awkward silence. Neither knew what to say. After he finished eating, Blaine announced he was turning in early. Kurt looked up and nodded. Blaine didn’t kiss him goodnight; he didn’t hug him; he didn’t even smile.