“Pst, Kurt. Wake up, baby. It’s important,” Blaine whispered through the darkness of Kurt’s room.
“Blaine. It’s in the middle of the night. Why aren’t you in bed?” asked Kurt in a dozy voice when he saw that Blaine was sitting on the floor next to him instead of lying in the bed as he used to.

“How are you feeling, sweety?” Blaine let a soft hand run over Kurt’s forehead, his voice still silent as if he was afraid to wake up some invisible sleeper in the room.
“I don’t know. A bit grumpy that you’re waking me up in the middle of the night like this, to be honest.” He rose a bit on his elbows to get a better look on the guy in front of him.

He had no idea what could possibly be going through Blaine’s mind, all he could see was that his eyes were sparkling and a wide grin was plastered all over his face. He was clearly on the verge of explosion to tell him whatever it was that he had woken up Kurt to tell him.

“Listen. We don’t have much time; we need to do this before your dad and Carol wake up. Finn is waiting for us downstairs, you just need to pack up a bag.  We’re picking Puck up on the way.” Blaine almost jumped up from the floor as he frantically tried not to scream from excitement.

Kurt sat properly up in the bed when Blaine’s words hit him. He shook his head to try and really comprehend what was happening; but failed.
“What are you saying, Blaine? Where are we going?” He sat up in the bed and looked Blaine up and down as he was tiptoeing back and forth across the floor, already in his clothes.

“I’ll let you know soon enough. Just trust me. Please. We’ve done everything to make this perfect,” begged Blaine while fumbling around in his pocket.
As Kurt slowly started getting his brain to function, he started feeling excited to find out what was going on. He jumped out of the bed feeling the cold wind from the open window hit his naked legs. As he shivered Blaine hurried to put a blanket around him.

“Are you cold, honey? Should I bring some blankets in the car?” He suddenly sounded nervous, but Kurt shook his head in response.
“No, just tell me where we’re going so I know what to pack,” said Kurt, but Blaine kept refusing to say anything - all he said was that he needed clothes for hot weather and for being fancy; which made Kurt’s imagination run wild.

*

“What are you gonna tell dad?” Kurt rested his head against Finn’s shoulder.
Blaine still hadn’t told him anything about their trip except that he had planned them to be gone for around 8 days and that for some reason Puck had made them fake ID’s.
After that he had spent the entire drive to the airport thinking about whether or not to call his dad.

“I’m gonna tell him where you guys are, and once he’s calmed down I’ll explain to him that Blaine has thought it all through, and if anything is to happen you’ll call home. But nothing is gonna happen. You’ve been getting better lately and Blaine made sure to pack up enough of your medicine to cover two weeks. He’s really made every single precaution there could possibly be needed.”

Finn ran a hand over Kurt’s hair when Puck came over and dumped down in the seat across them with a broad grin covering his face.
“Your man’s really got a feel of things. He just told me about your hotel and it sounds pretty fine. You know, you’ve gotta tell me everything when you get back. I bet there’s some sweet ladies.”

Finn laughed awkwardly as Kurt looked at Puck with raised eyebrows, in a way that made Puck look as if he wasn’t sure what he had missed.
“Seriously, Puckerman? You’re asking two gay guys to tell you about the women of wherever it is that we’re going?” Kurt almost giggled by the sound of his own words, but Puck’s grin slowly turned into a frown. He looked uncomfortably down in the floor before he mumbled:

“Yeah, well, can you blame a guy in Ohio for wanting to hear about Vegas chicks?” He instantly froze up; eyes growing wide, realizing what his last two words were, he panicked. He’d made a mistake. Kurt sat straight up in his seat, his eyes huge and his mouth hanging wide open.

“Dude! You weren’t supposed to tell him that!” boomed Finn at him before they both turned to look at Blaine who was coming back from the store around the corner.
“Hey guys. I got us all some cokes. I don’t know how long we’re gonna wait here -” He looked around at the others before he realized something was wrong.

“We’re going to Vegas?” Kurt’s voice was high pitched and his expression emotionless.
“You told him? Aww, come on guys, you promised…” divulged Blaine. He stared at Kurt in an apologetic way.

“I’m sorry. I wanted it to be a surprise. So you wouldn’t find out until we were flying over the city and you could see all the colored lights.” His eyes dropped as he sat down next to Kurt.
“Are you disappointed?” he asked, not daring to look at his boyfriend. But Kurt got stiff in his entire face, as if he had been slapped, when he brought up a hand to force Blaine to look at him.

“Disappointed? Are you serious? It’s amazing, Blaine!” He threw his arms around Blaine’s neck to kiss him to the sound of a cheers of “awww” from Puck and Finn next to them.
When they let go of each other Blaine was shining all over his face and it was very clear that Kurt who had woken up in anticipation was now very, very eager for this trip.

He started to sit restless in his seat and play with Blaine’s fingers, watching people walk by them while silently singing musical tunes to himself.
The waiting was starting to feel endless. Kurt started yawning after having listened to Blaine, Puck and Finn discussing football for more than an hour, when they realized that they had to go to the gate and Kurt’s mood suddenly dropped when they were to part.

“Thanks guys. Both of you. I couldn’t have done this without you.” Blaine hugged both Finn and Puck before they all turned to Kurt.
His eyes were teary and Blaine could feel him squeezing his hand tighter than usual. Suddenly he let go of Blaine’s hand and wrapped his arms around Finn.

“You’re the best brother I could ever wish for. Thank you so much.” Kurt’s tears started to stain Finn’s t-shirt, and Finn looked awkwardly around at the others before he slowly let his arms embrace Kurt in return.

“Everything for you, man. You’re my brother. How could I do anything else?” laughed Finn.
Kurt released his grip and smiled up at him, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek before he turned to Puck who immediately opened his arms to let Kurt into a warm hug.

“Who would have guessed that bad boy Puckerman would end being my best friend? -except for Blaine that is, of course,” grinned Kurt. His eyes were still filled with tears and it looked like he and Puck had a competition going on who could squeeze the tightest.

“Yeah, tell me about it - it’s only been like 4 years since I was throwing you into dumpsters, and then I started to care about you. What’s up with that, huh?” Puck said in a thick voice, and as they let go off each other Puck looked awkwardly down in the floor to hide the fact that he was tearing up too.

“Kurt, we need to go, or we’ll miss our flight,” said Blaine quietly. Kurt’s face returned to his sad look again before he hurried to hug both Puck and Finn one more time. Blaine threw them both a fist bump before he let his fingers lock with Kurt’s and they proceeded to walk to the gate of their plane.

*

At the beginning of the flight Kurt was constantly sitting on the edge of his seat. He kept looking out the window and then back to Blaine only to look out the window again, but eventually Blaine talked him into relaxing a little. He began to play with Blaine’s fingers while Blaine was reading a paper but in time he got bored of that too.
After some time Blaine suggested that he could start drawing on some of the designs he had packed so he did.

The little girl in the seat next to them was just as restless as Kurt had been so he offered her to join him in drawing. She was very impressed with his drawing skills, and Blaine couldn’t help feel a sting of affection to see how good Kurt was acting with the little girl.
Blaine had never thought about it before but for the first time he realized that he might want a real family with Kurt some day. If not…

When they had only an hour left of the flight Kurt moved back to his own seat. He said that he was too excited to think clearly, so he just sat looking out the window while holding Blaine’s hand, and when they started seeing the outline of Las Vegas he turned anxiously in his seat to make sure that Blaine was seeing it too. His entire face was glowing from anticipation and his fingers were squeezing Blaine’s so hard that his knuckles turned white.

As soon as they got out of the airport they got a cab to get them to the hotel.
Kurt was staring out the window taking in the sight of the city for the ride and once they reached the hotel he didn’t even want to enter. He wanted to go out into the city at once, and when Blaine said that they had to check in Kurt frowned and followed in silence.

His silence didn’t last long, because as soon as they locked themselves into their room he let go of his suitcase and attacked the bed. He kicked off his shoes and stood up in the bed starting to jump. Blaine just stood there looking at him, listening to his giggling and squealing until Kurt suddenly stopped and just looked down at him.

“What’s up? Everything okay?” asked Blaine, careful not to sound too over concerned but still keeping his guards up just in case.
Kurt didn’t reply he just moved to the edge of the mattress where he grabbed around Blaine’s wrist trying to get him onto the bed too.

“No Kurt. No - I’m no good with that. You know that,” laughed he making Kurt do his big begging eyes that Blaine considered as cheating because they always won the battle.
Blaine rolled his eyes at him, took a look around the room before he kicked off his shoes and crawled up next to Kurt where they both started jumping.

When they had jumped so much that neither of them could catch their breath anymore they dumped down in free fall. The bed was so big that they could easily fall down without fearing to miss.

Kurt fell down to his back and Blaine lay on his stomach so he could rest his chin on Kurt’s chest while they still heaved for air.
“I could get used to this,” exclaimed Kurt as soon as he had enough air for talking. Blaine just smiled at him and shifted his head so that he could hear Kurt’s heart pounding violently in his chest under him.

*

When Blaine woke up it was late afternoon. The room was hot and he could feel his t-shirt stick to his chest when he sat up. Kurt was still asleep so he grabbed his cellphone and tiptoed to the bathroom so he could call Finn. He had promised that as soon as they were in the hotel he would call so Finn would know when he could tell Burt where they were.

“Hey Finn. I am so sorry. We got to the hotel and then we fell asleep. But we are here now and everything is cool. Actually - it’s more than cool. This place is sweet. But uhm - Kurt is still asleep, so I’m gonna go back so he don’t wake up thinking that he’s alone. Will you let me know how it went when you’ve told Burt?” Finn promised, but Blaine could hear in his voice that now it was so close the idea didn’t really seem that appealing anymore.
He couldn’t blame him though - the thought of a fight with Burt did seem pretty scary.

Kurt still hadn’t woke up when Blaine got back so he decided to let him sleep while he checked that he had everything under control. As much as he had promised himself, and Kurt, that he wouldn’t worry on the trip he couldn’t stop thinking that he might have forgot something very important - like pills or something like that.

“What are you doing?” Kurt asked dozily from the bed. Blaine was completely taken by surprise and dropped the pill glasses down in the suitcase before he smiled at himself and walked over to sit at the side of the bed where Kurt was curled up like a sleeping cat.

“Are we gonna do something tonight? Cause I feel dirty after 4 hours on a plane,” whimpered Kurt. Blaine noticed how great he looked - he would never have guessed that he was sick. He looked like any other boy escaping the real world with his boyfriend.

Blaine fell down to lie next to him doing his best to hold his eyes locked. Every time Kurt blinked it was like his eyes changed shade. Sometimes they were green, other times they were blue - sometimes they were a mix, and it happened that they had a tint of brown in them too. They truly had to be the most amazing eyes ever.

“If you don’t wanna go out and do something it’s fine. We can stay here, order some dinner and do nothing - then we can go out in the city tomorrow. How does that sound?” asked Blaine, still struggling not to blink but had to give in when his eyes got so dry that they started to itch.

Kurt shifted to lie on his chest so that their noses almost touch and the light made his eyes look like they had a touch of pink in them.
“I think that sounds like an excellent plan, sir. Are you up for it? Do you think you can handle it?” Kurt winked teasingly at him, letting his eyes flicker between Blaine’s to see if he could predict his reaction.

“If I can handle what, young fellow?” asked Blaine in same tone as Kurt, and he could feel that Kurt had some master plan behind this game.
“If you can handle me, of course -” replied Kurt in a “duh!” tone. Like Blaine should have seen that coming.

“I am pretty sure I can handle you. I’ve done it before haven’t I?” Blaine teased before he stuck out his tongue to let it meet the tip of Kurt’s nose.
It was like time froze for a split second before Kurt flew up to force Blaine around so he could sit on his hips holding his wrists to the bed.

“So you can handle me, huh?” said Kurt in a triumphant tone, but got interrupted by his cellphone ringing.
“Let’s just let it ring. Please Blaine. I don’t wanna have cellphones ruining everything now that we’re here,” begged Kurt, his mood threatening to drop drastically.

“I’m sorry. We have to take it. I asked Finn to tell us how it went once he’d told your dad,” explained Blaine. He really didn’t want cellphones distracting them either, but he knew that they had to answer it and Kurt could see that he was serious so he took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the display - and turned white.

“It’s my dad. Shit. He’s probably pissed.” Kurt winced and stared at the display until the phone stopped ringing and filled the room with silence. It only lasted for a few seconds before the silence was broken by the phone starting to ring over again.

“Answer it, Kurt. You have to let him know that you’re okay,” said Blaine in a soft voice. He didn’t want to pressure him into a possible fight with his dad, but he still thought that it was the least they could do. After all they had ran off in the middle of the night without a word. Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine, bit his lower lip and pressed the green button.

“Hey dad,” he greeted halfheartedly with a scared look on his face. Blaine started to get up from the bed, but Kurt just placed a palm on his chest and pushed him back down.
Blaine could hear Burt yelling at the other end of the phone, and he closed his eyes because he felt that he was invading their privacy.

After a few minutes of listening to the yelling from the other end of the phone Blaine felt Kurt move to sit on the bed instead of on top of Blaine.
When Blaine opened his eyes to see how he was doing Kurt was sitting at the edge of the bed with his back on Blaine. He hadn’t said a word during the entire phonecall and Blaine was starting to feel that he should do something.

“Stop yelling, dad. We’re okay. Blaine’s thought everything through and I’ve got everything I need with me. Please, let me just have some fun for once. Nothing’s gonna happen,” Kurt practically whispered. His voice almost drowned in the sound of Burt from the other end of the phone.

“Dad. Shut up for a second, would you?!” Kurt screamed suddenly out of nowhere and Blaine closed his eyes again. The uncomfortable feeling of eavesdropping crept back in over him as he could feel Kurt’s desperation fill the room and Burt abruptly go silent home in Lima.

“We’ve got it all covered. As Finn told you. If something should happen we’ll call you; but nothing is gonna happen. I am fine, dad. You heard what the doctors said the other day; I am fine!” Kurt’s voice threatened to break but he didn’t let it. He kept his head high listening to whatever Burt was saying, apparently now in a normal volume.

“Please trust me for once. I just need this. I really need it. - Thank you, dad. I love you too.” Blaine could hear that Kurt was crying, but he was guessing that he didn’t want him to know so he stayed still, until he reached the phone around for Blaine to take it.
Blaine looked at the phone as if it was poisoned, before he swallowed and took it.

“Yes?” Blaine sat up when he put the receiver to his ear, he wasn’t prepared for this conversation at all, but he manned up and let it happen. When he had started planning the trip he had known that it would come sooner or later.

“Hey kid. I - do understand that you did this for Kurt. That you just wanted to take his mind off things. But I really hope that you understand that this wasn’t the way to do it. That this is completely irresponsible. I really hadn’t expected something like this from you, Blaine.” Burt paused and left Blaine speechless. He felt so incredibly guilty.

“How do you think it feels to wake up and find his bed empty getting the message that you two have gone to the other end of the country without as much as a text?” That was the most horrible part. He wasn’t yelling, he wasn’t screaming; he was talking calmly but his voice dripped from disappointment. Not the kind of disappointment Blaine always met in his own father - the kind of disappointment you would hear if you had broken someone’s trust; which was exactly what he had done.

“I am so sorry -” Blaine started apologizing. He wanted to do everything he could to not have Burt ever talk that way to him again. Burt had become the father he had always looked for in his own, and he couldn’t stand the disappointment. But before he could finish Burt stopped him, his tone completely different.

“Blaine. Stop for a second and let me finish. As I said; I know that you’ve done this for Kurt, and there’s nothing to do ‘bout it now that you’re there. So just have fun and keep your phones close. And promise me if anything happens you’ll let me know immediately. And promise to make sure that we hear from you at least once a day to know that you‘re doing okay,” said Burt in a much more calm voice, almost appreciative.

“Thanks, Burt. I promise; I am not gonna let anything happen to Kurt. At all,” Blaine assured him feeling a stone drop from his chest in relief.
“I know that, son. Just take care of each other. I love you both, okay.”

And then the conversation was over. They told each other goodbye and hung up.
Blaine put the phone on the bed and looked at Kurt. He was still sitting with his back to Blaine completely motionless, only movements was those from his breathing.

“Hey. Are you okay?” It was an idiotic question. Of course he wasn’t okay, but what else could he say to break the silence? He needed Kurt to talk to him, and he knew him well enough to know that he was never going to say anything if Blaine didn’t ask.

“He just yelled at me. Kept screaming how disappointed he was, and how irresponsible and irrational it was of us to just run away like this. He said that - that I was being childish and that he had expected a more mature behavior from us.” Kurt still didn’t look at Blaine so he decided to crawl over to sit next to him at the edge of the bed.

“I know, baby. He said those things to me too - but try to put yourself in his shoes; he’s just afraid that something’s gonna happen to you. He just needs to calm down. I promised him that we’re gonna call in every day to let them know that we’re doing fine and that we’ll keep our phones close. I don’t think they’re gonna interrupt us anymore.” Blaine put his arm around Kurt so he could let his head drop down on Blaine’s shoulder. All Blaine wanted right now was to get Kurt’s mood back up, but he knew that there was something he had to do first.

“Listen, I think I better call my mom. Just - you know, to let her know where I am and such. We might as well get all the parent-problems over with as fast as possible so it’s not gonna be an issue later.” Blaine got his phone out of his pocket and stared at the display a second before he took a deep breath and dialed the number.

“Hey mom. Yeah, it’s me. Uhm - there’s something I gotta tell you. But please don’t freak out. It’s not as bad as it sounds.” He inhaled and waited for her response before he took the chance on exhaling.

“Well, Kurt and I - we’re sort of in Vegas. Please hear me out before freaking out - I’ve got it all under control. Everything is fine and we’ve made all precautions. Please don’t tell dad. Can’t you just tell him that I’m at Kurt’s place?” He waited nervously for a reply, when his mom responded, that feeling vanished, he was in rage.

“Come on, mom. You know that he’s gonna go crazy and blame Kurt. But it’s not Kurt’s fault. He didn’t even know until we were at the airport. Please. -Okay then. Yes, I’ll send it to you. I love you too, mom. Bye.” He hung up and threw the phone behind them, his face dark.

Kurt gazed in concern at him. He wasn’t crying anymore, but the dried trails of his tears were glistening on his cheeks. It was almost so dark in the room that they couldn’t see each other, but Blaine could still sense Kurt’s features and the details of his complexion.

“She got a little bit mad. Just a bit. She’s gonna tell my dad, and he’s the one who’s gonna be real pissed. He’s probably gonna call me up and tell me what a horrible son I am. Then he’s gonna start blaming you, even though I told her that you had nothing to do with this; that this was all my idea. Anyway, I promised her to send her your parents’ and your number - just in case.” He let out a heavy breath before he fell back down on the bed letting the mattress bounce under his landing weight.

Kurt sat and stared out of the window for a bit before he lay down next to Blaine, curling up against him. His movements were so graceful and soundless that Blaine knew he wouldn’t have realized that Kurt had come down if Blaine’s eyes hadn’t been open. The room was completely silent, except for the sound from their breathing and the life down on the streets under them.

“This sucks. Seriously,” Kurt almost jumped up to sit on his knees looking down at Blaine.
“Finally we’re out doing something for our own sake, and still our stupid parents find a way to bring us down. It’s not fair!” He sounded angry, and he could just as well have folded his arms and stomped his feet; but instead he threw his arms up in the air in a dramatic pose.

“Screw them! I say we’re gonna dedicate this week to do all the things our parents warned us against,” Kurt announced with a serious look on his face.
Blaine’s eyes had started to get used to the dark, and he didn’t doubt for a second that Kurt meant every word he said.

“We’ll stay in tonight and be lazy as hell, because I am so tired - and then tomorrow we’ll go out and explore the city and do all the stuff we’ve always dreamed about doing.” Kurt crawled off the bed and strut across the floor. He turned on the light making Blaine squint at the sudden shock of light while Kurt walked to his suitcase.

Kurt put on his pajamas and jumped on to the bed as if it had been a trampoline making Blaine feel like he rose several inches in the air. Kurt kept on jumping for a bit until Blaine finally sat up.

“Okay. I think we should do that. Screw parents. We don’t need them. We’ve got each other!” Blaine chuckled a bit under his breath at how lame he thought he sounded but Kurt just smiled victoriously and leaned in to kiss him.
“That’s the spirit,” Kurt responded and pushed Blaine down on the floor where he ended up flat on his back laughing without really knowing why.

They spent a full half hour going through the room service menu but it all sounded so fancy that they didn’t dare ordering any of it. So after long times discussing back and forth they ended up getting the reception to give them a number for some place to order a pizza they could eat in bed while watching TV and then they fell asleep with the in front of the screen curled up around each other.