Blaine laughed because of all the things to do in Paris, staying in bed was not one of the things that Kurt should be doing. Blaine has been to Paris tons of times, but Kurt needed to wake up and sightsee. He knew that Kurt would regret not seeing all the sights on his list. "Come on Kurt. Time to get up and explore Paris."

"But, the best part of this trip was last night." Kurt blushed because while it was unbelievable sex, he was embarrassed to admit how much he liked it.

"Aww, baby, I definitely would put last night tops on my list of things we did in Paris, but there are so many thing you need to see yet." Blaine placed a single kiss to Kurt's lips and traced a line down his cheek with his thumb. "I need to get out of here and get ready. You need to get your beautiful self ready for today too." Blaine raised himself off the bed and retrieved his pajama bottoms and tee shirt. Kurt sighed already missing the warmth and smell of Blaine around him. He stared at Blaine's naked body as he moved around the room looking for his clothes that were strewn around the room from their lovemaking last night. He let out a sigh at the site of his naked body. Blaine turned to look at Kurt. "Kurt, if you keep looking at me like that, I won't ever get out of this room."

"That sounds like a good plan."

"No, it's not. I want you to see everything Kurt. I want to give you the world, but I will settle for seeing your eyes when you set them on the Eiffel tower today."

"I think I am seeing everything I want right now." Kurt grinned proudly at Blaine.

"I promise you myself later tonight, if you just stop looking at me like that."

"Fine then." Kurt resigned to going sightseeing today. "I suppose we should see all the sights of Paris."

Blaine peeked out the door and checked for any movement. There was none. "I already miss you."

"Not more than I miss you."

"I'll come get you in 1 hour." Blaine disappeared out the door.

Minutes later, Puck was back in the room. "You look like you had a good night." Puck gestured to Kurt's pajamas being thrown randomly throughout the room.

"Puck. I need to thank you for doing that for us. It really means a lot to me that you helped us."

"Dude. It's no big deal. I told you yesterday I would help."

Kurt still felt guilty. "You can use the bathroom first Puck. And, thanks again." Puck grabbed a few things from his suitcase and he disappeared into the bathroom emerging 20 minutes later in a towel. Kurt had gotten his pajamas back on in that time and was trying to be patient waiting for Puck to get ready. He now only had 40 minutes to get ready which would be close to a record for Kurt.

Blaine knocked on the door and Puck answered. "Hey Blaine.. You guys had quite a night, huh?"

"Thanks Puck and yes.. thanks to you." Blaine was most cheerful even though his ass felt like it had been tormented. Tight jeans were probably not the best choice, but he thought he should look good for Kurt today. "I am working on helping you woo your lady friend. I'm sure you know an Anderson keeps his promises."

"A Puckerman will take any advice that you have to give. Apparently, I misjudged your talents Mr. Anderson. Kurt seems quite taken by them." Puck smirked and stood aside to let Blaine enter. "Hmm.. did you hurt yourself?"

"Hurt? No." Blaine walked a little funny into the room and decided to leave the comment alone. It didn't warrant or deserve a response and he was still thankful that Puck was helping him out. "Kurt. Are you ready?" Blaine stood just outside of the bathroom door. He was not prepared for the site of his Kurt…. Yes. HIS Kurt. "Good God, Kurt. You look criminal. How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands off of you today?"

Kurt wore a huge smile knowing that he could turn Blaine on so easily. "What? This old outfit?"

"You are such a tease Kurt." Blaine liked it, a lot. Kurt knew how to show off his assets. All too well, really. It would take all the self-control in the world for Blaine not to touch him. Kurt was wearing super straight black pants that looked like he had to grease his ass to get into them. But, they sure hugged it in all the right places. Blaine could even make out the outline of Kurt's cock and that was not acceptable. No one was allowed to see it or think about it but him. 'shit' and there he went thinking about it. Kurt had a purple button down shirt tucked in and God, Kurt's waistline. His sleeves were rolled up a few times and he was wearing a thin tie wrapped loosely. Blaine was ready to pull Kurt by the tie and tie him to the nearest bed so that he could ravish his body. Oh my God. This was going to be torture.

"Blaine. Are you okay? You look like you are ready to kill your prey."

"Not kill, but eat yes, lick yes, fuck…most definitely." Kurt was blushing. He had never really thought of himself as attractive. At least not so attractive that men could lose all senses around him. "Kurt, I don't know if I can make it through the day without grabbing that perfect ass of yours. I can see you cock and I want to rub up against you. Christ Kurt. I need to stop looking and thinking."

"It's good to see that you can control yourself Mr. Anderson. In due time, you may have me." Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and moved into the hallway.

"I love you Kurt. I love everything about you." Blaine pressed Kurt up against the hallway wall and kissed him deeply. No time to think, he already had his tongue on Kurt's lower lip tracing the edges steadily with his tongue. Plunging his tongue into Kurt's mouth was like a little piece of heaven. Blaine could taste the remnants of Kurt's toothpaste, but he was overwhelmed at tasting that familiar mouth that somehow always held a hint of coffee. Blaine felt like he could devour Kurt right now if time permitted.

Kurt put his hands firmly on Blaine's chest and pushed him to an arm length distance. "I believe it was my boyfriend that said I needed to see the sights of Paris instead of spending it in my hotel room." Blaine groaned because he was being sensible when he said that. This was hormones taking over all of his sensibility.

"How do you do that to me Kurt? I sometimes can't even think straight when you are near me. Just a look or a flash of that smile completely makes me forget everything that I know. Crap. And today it's that body of yours." Blaine closed his eyes seeming to try and erase all images of Kurt from his memory.

"Let's go. I want to at least get coffee and toast before we leave."

"Okay." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and they headed to the elevators to leave.

Stephan took his all too familiar spot at the front of the bus. "May I have a show of hands on how many would like to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower? Everyone except Lauren, Finn and a few Warblers did not want to. For those of you that don't want to go, we will find a spot on the 2nd floor to meet up at. We already have tickets so the wait should not be long."

"Finn, I need to talk to you." Kurt leaned across the aisle. "Did Rachel tell you about Blaine?"

"You mean the ring? Yeah. It's cool bro. I know Blaine really cares about you."

"So you didn't yell at him about last night?" Kurt looked relieved.

"No. I probably would have yelled at him regardless of what Rachel told me. So that's it?" Finn pointed to Kurt's finger.

"Yeah. It's from Tiffany's, check out the inscription?" Kurt took off his ring and showed to Finn.

"Dude. That is so cool. I am really happy for you?" Finn looked at Rachel who was really excited to see everything. She had more excitement in her eyes than a normal day, which was saying something. Rachel was preoccupied with listening to Stephan talk about the Eiffel tower The Trocadero. "Kurt can you help me?"

"Anything Finn."

"I want to do something for Rachel. I'm just not good with the romantic stuff. Can you give me some ideas of what she might like?"

Kurt smiled brightly because he knew what Rachel wanted. She wanted the romantic walk on the Seine. She wanted Finn to be romantic. He suddenly had the night planned for Finn. "I know exactly what you need to do. Let me talk to Blaine first and then I will let you know what my idea is."

"Thanks Kurt. You are a great brother. I know I don't tell you enough, but you are and I am lucky to have you."

Kurt turned to Blaine. "Can you help me with something for Finn?"

"Anything Baby. Is there anything wrong?" Blaine looked somewhat worried.

"No, nothing like that, but Finn wants to do something romantic for Rachel. You started a trend, my most awesome romantic boyfriend." Kurt laughed.

Blaine smiled. I can definitely help with that. I have an idea. We can do this at the Eiffel tower. The bus came to a stop and everyone got off the bus. Stephan advised that the group would be taking the elevator to the 2nd floor. "If you do not want to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower, this will be where you will stay until the group returns. After the group returns, there will be free time and we will meet again at this same spot. We will discuss the meeting time after the group returns from the Eiffel Tower visit."

"Kurt, during free time, I want to make a stop that I think Finn will appreciate." Kurt smiled because Blaine was really starting to love Finn in a brotherly way. "He's your brother and a good guy. Rachel will love this."

They made the trip to the 2nd floor and Rachel was having a heated discussion with Finn. "I can't believe you aren't going to go to the top with me. How can you do this Finn?"

"Rachel, I have always had a fear of heights. This is hard enough for me, but I am doing this for you." Finn was desperate for her to understand. Kurt nudged Blaine to see what he could do to help this situation.

Blaine walked over to mediate the argument. "Hey guys. Are you okay?"

Finn was totally dejected. He really was at his limit of what he could muster the courage up to do. He had a real fear of heights. "Not really Blaine. I have a terrible fear of heights. I am dying right now being on the 2nd level. I am proud that I even made it this far."

"Rachel, perhaps you might give Finn a break since it is a proven phobia to have a fear of heights." Blaine was begging with his eyes for her to accept it. He didn't want Finn or Rachel's day ruined because he knew how much it would hurt Kurt to have his brother and best friend in a fight. "I will see to it that he makes it up to you." Rachel reluctantly accepted it.

At the top of the Eiffel tower, you could see for miles. "Blaine, this is beautiful." Blaine stood behind Kurt wrapping his arms around his waist and leaning his head against the side of Kurt's and placing a chaste kiss to his temple. "I can't believe we are here, together, me and you." The sun was shining and Kurt closed his eyes to soak in some of the sunlight. "Blaine, tell me one of your dreams for the future." Kurt turned his head with Blaine's face still right there.

"Okay. Keep your eyes closed and visualize what I tell you about. I am coming home from my job at Columbia Records. We live in New York City. You are a designer at Alexander McQueen. It's Friday night and we are meeting Finn and Rachel and maybe Mercedes for dinner. You are getting ready and you look fabulous as usual. You are definitely wearing the pants you are wearing right now. I look disheveled and less than spectacular next to you."

"Blaine, you look perfect to me. All the time."

"Shh. Let me finish. This dinner is special, though you don't know it. I order dinner for us. Rachel and Finn are happy and enjoying the dinner because they know what I have planned since I already told them. I order champagne and you question what the occasion is. I drop to my knee and propose to you. You accept my proposal with tears in your eyes as Rachel and Finn smile because they were invited to witness this most important step in our lives."

"Ooohh, I like that dream. I want us to be together forever Blaine." Kurt smiled with his eyes still shut, though Blaine saw the tears pushing against his eyelids. Blaine was admiring him savoring the thoughts that he just put into Kurt's head and the look of peace and love on his face.

"Well, now I have ruined it and won't be able to propose to you that way." Kurt opened his eyes and put on his pouty face.

"I still like that way."

"I know, but I will have to come up with something better than that now." Blaine kissed Kurt's neck and temple and along his jawline. Rachel snapped a picture of them. She seemed to be so proud to be in the right place at the right time to get these timeless pictures of their love. Rachel decided that she would share them with Blaine. "I think we will need to head down soon, but I wanted to talk to about Finn's plans. What do you think if I get him to take her on the Seine back to the Eiffel Tower? She can see it at night. Here's the tricky part. I get them a horse and carriage ride from here to the hotel."

"Blaine, Finn would love that. Frankly, so would I." Kurt looked at Blaine so lovingly, Blaine thought he might melt.

"I have some plans of myself for us, my love. Just be patient." Kurt melted every time he heard Blaine call him "my love". It meant so much to him. He never thought he would have a boyfriend, let alone a "Love". That was reserved for those heterosexual friends that he had.

Kurt was giddy with excitement and it showed in the bright blue color of his eyes. "I can't wait to tell Finn."

"Patience, my love. Let me get it set up." Kurt wanted so much to be able to help his brother and his best friend. It was time to head back down to the 2nd floor. As soon as Rachel exited the elevator, she ran to Finn's arms.

"Finn, I wish you were there with me." She was sad about it.

Finn finally had the right words to say, which was not very often. "I can see them through your eyes when we look at the pictures tonight." Rachel kissed him with tears in her eyes. Finn had never said anything quite romantic. Kurt and Blaine watched as Finn hugged and kissed Rachel.

Stephan gathered the group. We will meet in approximate 2 hours at the meeting spot. Does everyone have a map of this area? I suggest that everyone visit le Trocadero which is just over Pont d'lena Bridge this way. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand. "Let's go. It should only take a few minutes to settle this. I hope I can be convincing." Blaine dragged Kurt to the Carriage. "Wait here." Blaine walked up to the driver and talked to him in French. It only took Kurt and an extra $50 to get the driver to meet Finn and Rachel there at 9:30 for the 20-30 minute ride to the hotel. They were set. Kurt was so excited to tell Finn, but until they had to meet the bus, they wandered around the Eiffel tower looking for souvenirs and just sitting to chat.

"Blaine, we never talked about dinner tomorrow night. I think I heard that most everyone is going to either take the Metro or cab somewhere and wander around and eat at a caf�. What do you want to do? I'll kill you if you ask me what I want to do, because I truly don't care as long as it's with you."

"Well, my love" Blaine caressed the side of Kurt's face with his fingertips and Kurt sighed closing his eyes to enjoy the touch of Blaine's fingertips. Blaine watched Kurt melt into him. "I have dinner reservations already. I think you will like it. I have some plans for after dinner tonight too." Blaine smiled broadly.

Kurt opened his eyes and they were so bright blue. Blaine's chest actually ached at the sight and he took a deep breath at seeing them. His eyes harbored so much excitement. "Are you going to give me a hint?"

"No. That would spoil the fun." Kurt pretended to pout sticking his lower lip out and giving the best puppy dog eyes he could muster up. "And the pouting and puppy dog eyes will not work on me, Baby. You need to show some patience." Blaine chuckled. "Do you want some ice cream or we can find a caf� to get some coffee? We still have an hour."

"Let's find a caf� and get some coffee." They walked a short distance and Blaine ordered some type of coffee cake and they had coffee. Everything was just right between them. They talked with such comfort and never ran out of things to talk about. "How do we still have things to talk about after all this time?"

"I think it's because we can be open and express our opinions and views on things. Even if we don't agree, I know you will love me no matter what."

Kurt sipped his coffee. "Well, unless you tell me one day that you're not gay."

"Not going to happen." Blaine leaned in to whisper in Kurt's ear. "I like giving you blow jobs too much to ever be straight baby."

"Blaine, you can't say stuff like that in public."

"No one heard me."

"It's not that." Kurt had one of his arms folded down around his lap. "The visual gets me going. You know how I love those beautiful lips of yours."

"Hey guys. How did we know that you would be getting coffee?" Wes and David were walking up.

"Hey, do you want some coffee guys?" Blaine motioned for them to sit.

"Sure. We still have tons of time. Do you guys know where we go to next?"

"I have no idea." Kurt was wondering why they did not have the itinerary. "Wes, what time is our performance anyway?"

"It's at 5:00 and should last an hour total. Then we have a reception where we will meet and mingle with everyone before we have dinner. I'm not sure where dinner is? I don't know if we eat at the school or if they are taking us somewhere to eat. We never got the full details on it." Wes looked to David to help. David just shrugged his shoulders.

"Do you guys want to come with us? We are going to walk over to le Trocadero." Blaine invited them.

"No. You guys need to be alone. Plus, we don't need to be around your sickening romance." David stated laughing loudly. "You guys are really starting to make everyone else look bad. So, in love and all that."

Wes punched David on the shoulder. "Just make sure we get invited to the wedding when it happens or I will never forgive you." David and Wes took off the opposite direction.

Blaine called the waiter and gave him some money and grabbed Kurt's hand. "Let's go, Baby!" Blaine paused. "Hey, wait a minute. I need to make a call. You need to sit over there. This is another surprise."

"Blaine! I can't take your surprises. You really don't need to wine and dine me. I think I have already lost my virginity to you several times." Kurt still obeyed and went and sat on a brick wall.

Meanwhile Blaine was on the phone. "Yes. This is Mr. Blaine Anderson. I need a car available to me at around 8:30 tonight. I don't have details. I will need flexibility of the driver and will call him as soon as we understand exact time and place."

"Certainly, Mr. Anderson. Elite limousine appreciates your business as always. Shall we expect your Grandfather to visit soon?"

"No sir, not this time. Thank you very much. Oh and can you have champagne service for the ride from Montmartre to our hotel?" Blaine thought, we never drink, but it might be nice to celebrate our relationship.

"And strawberries, Mr. Anderson?"

"Certainly."

"Who will be your company so that I may advise your chauffer? We know how you appreciate our personal service."

"It will be a Mr. Hummel, Jacque."

"Very well Mr. Anderson. Your chauffer will be Michel tonight. I believe you will recognize him when you meet him."

"Thank you Jacque." Blaine turned to Kurt and grabbed his hand. "Okay. Let's go Baby!"

"What was that all about?"

"Oh. Nothing Special." Kurt notices the smile on Blaine's face. He knew it would be something special. "Come on nosey. You need to see the Palais de Chaillot and walk with me through the Trocadero Gardens. I am not letting you miss some of the highlights of Paris."