Kurt let out a breathless laugh when he and Blaine had checked their luggage in at the airport. It was the day before his birthday and he and Blaine were flying out to Paris. To Paris. It was a dream come true.

Blaine had been so good at keeping it a secret and even though Kurt had been desperate to know, it was the best feeling in the world to know that Blaine was taking him to Paris for his birthday.

"You are amazing," Kurt said once they were alone. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders and kissed him softly on the lips. "Paris, Blaine? I have no words."

Blaine grinned at him and kissed him again. "Well, I had to do something that was as equally awesome as what you did for me on my birthday."

"Blaine," Kurt started. "Paris trumps everything I did for your birthday by light years. This is... this is everything I've ever dreamed of."

"Good," Blaine whispered.

Kurt grinned and kissed him chastely once more before pulling away. "We'd better head towards our gate."

Blaine nodded and they walked through the terminal, hand in hand. Kurt was beyond giddy. He had dreamt of going to Paris his entire life and now it was finally happening. It couldn't be a better holiday if he tried.

Once they had boarded the plane and were in the air, the flight attendant walked up the aisles, offering drinks. Kurt leaned into Blaine and said he was going to order a glass of champagne because he wanted to start his birthday celebrations early. Blaine laughed and ordered them a glass each when the flight attendant came to their row.

With his glass in hand, Kurt curled into Blaine as best as the seats would allow them to and sighed happily.

"Thank you," Kurt said. "For this. For everything. I'm so happy right now I could burst."

Blaine laughed softly. "Please don't burst," he said. "We haven't even landed yet and, well, I hope that we'll at least get to the hotel before you spontaneously combust."

Kurt giggled and took another sip of his champagne. "I promise I will try and wait."

"Good," Blaine said. He reached over and patted Kurt's knee twice before leaving his hand to rest on Kurt's leg while they watched a movie together for the duration of their flight.

Kurt couldn't stop staring out of the taxi window when they arrived in Paris. He could hardly believe they were there in Paris and that it wasn't all a dream. It was late afternoon when they arrived, the time difference plus the flight had taken away almost the entirety of his day.

The taxi pulled up outside of the most gorgeous building that Kurt had ever seen. He got out after Blaine had paid their driver and they collected their luggage from the boot of the taxi.

"Welcome to Hotel de Crillon," Blaine said as they passed a gorgeous outside fountain. Kurt felt like he couldn't look at everything at once. His gaze wanted to be in one hundred different places at once, taking in their surroundings.

Blaine led him into the building and Kurt almost fainted at the sight of the lobby. Paris really knew how to do things well, he thought. Kurt turned in a full circle, taking in the sheer grandness of the lobby. Sure, he had seen hotels in New York but absolutely nothing compared to this, in his mind, at least.

Blaine checked them in and a handsome bellboy in the most dashing uniform Kurt had ever seen took their luggage and headed for the elevators to their room. Kurt beamed at Blaine and threw his arms around Blaine in a tight hug.

"I still can't believe we're here," Kurt said as he and Blaine headed for the elevators together.

Blaine pushed the button for their floor and the elevator doors closed.

"You, Blaine Anderson, are one sneaky, sneaky boyfriend," Kurt said softly as he closed the gap between them, kissing Blaine soundly on the lips.

"I have to keep some things a surprise," Blaine replied, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. Kurt made a soft noise and leaned into Blaine a little more. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened a moment later.

"This way, kind sir," Blaine said with a smile, holding his hand out for Kurt.

Kurt slipped his hand into Blaine's own, lacing their fingers together as Blaine led him to their room.

"Welcome to the Bernstein Suite," Blaine said, pushing their door open.

Kurt stepped inside and his jaw dropped open. He was rooted to the spot, taken over by the sheer beauty of the living room of their suite. The colour scheme was gorgeous and Kurt couldn't help but stare in awe. He ran his fingers over the back of one of the couches and bit his lip to stop from giggling excitedly.

He glanced up to see Blaine shaking the bellboy's hand before the bellboy left them alone. Blaine closed the door behind him and turned to Kurt with a smile.

"Well?" he prompted.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed. "I... holy shit doesn't even begin to cover it."

Blaine chuckled and crossed the room to where Kurt was standing at the couches.

"Blaine, our suite has a grand piano. A freaking grand piano!" Kurt laughed happily, he couldn't contain it anymore. "This is... Well, I want to say it's too much but oh my god, this place is beautiful."

Blaine's arm came around his middle and his lips brushed against Kurt's cheek in a soft kiss. "I'm glad you like it," he said.

"I love it," Kurt replied.

"If you're like this with just the living room, I can't wait to see what your reaction is when you see the bedroom," Blaine said and Kurt turned to him and grinned.

"Yes, let's see the bedroom now," Kurt replied eagerly.

Blaine chuckled and took Kurt's hand in his own again. He brought Kurt's hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it before leading them through a door to their left that Kurt hadn't even noticed on his way in.

The bedroom was just as, if not more, gorgeous than the living room. The same gold and red colours adorned the room, making the room feel somewhat royal and somewhat familiar.

"I feel like I'm in the Gryffindor tower," Kurt mumbled as he ran his hand over the gorgeous and soft quilt cover of the bed.

Blaine laughed and nodded. "It's a little like that, isn't it?"

Kurt turned to him and grinned. "But it's gorgeous," he replied. "Not overdone and certainly not tacky." He moved and perched on the edge of the bed. "I have to say I'm a little dubious about messing up this bed by having sex in it, though."

"And who says you're getting sex while we're here?" Blaine asked teasingly.

Kurt gave him a look and shuffled back on the bed a little more, his feet still touching the ground. "If you're going to bring me here, for my birthday, I might add, and withhold sex then I am not going to let you sleep in this beautiful and soft bed with me."

Blaine laughed and stepped in front of Kurt, his knees bumping Kurt's own. "Luckily that won't have to happen then," he said before he dipped his head down and kissed Kurt.

Kurt sighed softly against Blaine's lips and reached around his boyfriend to grab his ass, pulling him closer. Blaine let out a startled noise and they both fell back onto the bed, Kurt's hands still on Blaine's ass. He shot Blaine an innocent look when Blaine glanced at him and he huffed out a laugh, kissing down Kurt's neck.

"Are we going to finish looking at the suite or are you going to seduce me first?" Blaine asked, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at Kurt.

Kurt squeezed Blaine's ass in response. "I guess we should look at the rest of the suite first..."

Blaine grinned down at him and kissed him soundly on the lips before getting up off Kurt. Kurt stood and straightened himself before following Blaine to the other side of the room. Blaine opened two glass doors and stepped out onto the terrace .

Kurt thought he had been impressed before but it was nothing compared to how impressed he was now. Their terrace was gorgeous. There were plenty of stylish chairs to scattered around but the best part was the view of the city they got. He could see the Eiffel Tower and Kurt stepped up to the edge, leaning against the wall in hopes to get that much closer.

"Breathtaking view, isn't it?" Kurt said softly as if talking louder would disturb his perfect moment.

"Yeah, it is," Blaine replied.

Kurt glanced at him only to find that Blaine was staring at him. Kurt kissed Blaine softly on the lips, shifting so that he was facing Blaine properly. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders, holding him close as they kissed.

Blaine's breath puffed across his lips as they parted and Kurt smiled.

"Blaine," he started. "This is all too much... The suite, Paris... everything."

"It isn't," Blaine whispered, kissing Kurt again. "And this is just the start of what I have planned for us to do over the next week of our vacation."

"There's more?" Kurt wondered.

"Of course," Blaine replied. "Like I would bring you to Paris just to keep you in our hotel room for the week."

"Well, I wouldn't be too opposed..." Kurt teased with a grin. "I'm excited for whatever we do. Promise."

"Good," Blaine said. "Because I have reservations in the Eiffel Tower restaurant for your birthday."

Kurt gaped at Blaine. "Really?" he asked. "You're not joking?"

Blaine shook his head and Kurt let out an excited laugh, hugging Blaine close again. He buried his face in Blaine's neck, breathing hard as he tried to calm down. It was no use, though. He let out an excited squeal before kissing Blaine again.

"Pinch me," Kurt breathed as they parted. "Because if this is a dream, I need to wake up now."

"It's not a dream," Blaine promised, brushing his lips against Kurt's again.

Kurt melted into Blaine's arms as they kissed. He was so excited and a part of him wanted to run around screaming in happiness but kissing Blaine was a little less noisy and less likely to get them scolded at for interrupting the other hotel patrons. He wasn't even sure if anyone else could hear them from where they were but he didn't want to risk it.

"Are you hungry?" Blaine asked as they parted. "I know the time difference has thrown us off but the hotel has a gorgeous restaurant and I made reservations for tonight if you were interested?"

"Yeah," Kurt nodded. "Yes, that sounds lovely. How long do we have? I need to shower to get this sticky plane feeling off me."

Blaine chuckled. "Their dinner menu starts at seven, we have plenty of time."

"Okay," Kurt replied, stepping back into their room. Blaine shut the doors of the terrace behind him and Kurt opened a door he figured was leading to the bathroom.

The bathroom was as grand as the rest of the suite. The colour scheme was the same but to a lesser scale in the bathroom. There were golden accents in all of the right places, Kurt mused as he looked around. He ran his hand over every available surface, taking in the sheer beauty of the room.

Blaine entered the bathroom a minute later with Kurt's toiletry bag in hand. "You forgot this," he said, placing it on the counter of the vanity. Kurt smiled and accepted the bag.

"Thanks," he said. "Want to join me for a shower?"

"I'd love to but I just have to do a couple of things first," Blaine said. "I'll be in as soon as I'm done, I promise."

"Okay," Kurt said with a nod.

He undressed, laying his clothes on an available space on the towel rack. The bathroom was huge. There was a shower stall, a large spa bath and there was an entire wall just a mirror. In front of it were a couple of hand basins and the counter stretched out two thirds of the length of the mirror, letting the mirror drop down on the side for a full length view.

Kurt was constantly in awe of the space. Blaine had really outdone himself, he thought as he stepped into the shower stall.

The water was amazing and the pressure was just right. If Kurt hadn't already known that he was going to the Eiffel Tower the next day, he would have been tempted to just stay in the shower for the duration of their stay.

This was going to be his most memorable birthday yet.

~*~

The moment that Blaine heard the shower start to run, he reached for his phone in his pocket. It was only just coming up to noon back in America and he needed to make one hopefully quick phone call before Kurt got out of the shower.

Blaine fumbled with the number for a moment before taking a breath and hitting the connect button. He perched on the edge of the bed before thinking better of it and he headed out onto the terrace as the call rang from the other end.

"Hello?"

Blaine sighed in relief, glad the call had connected properly. "Hi, Mr Hummel, it's Blaine, Kurt's boyfriend."

"I know who you are, buddy," Burt replied. "What's up? Is Kurt okay?"

"Kurt's fine," Blaine said while he paced the length of the terrace. "He's in the shower; we've only just arrived at the hotel here in Paris."

"He told me you were taking him to Europe for his birthday," Burt said. "Mighty big gesture right there."

Blaine took a breath. "I'm hoping not the biggest," he replied. "Mr Hummel–"

"Burt, the name is Burt."

Blaine smiled to himself and sat down on one of the white cushioned chairs. He took a moment to marvel at their comfort before shaking his head, focusing on the conversation again.

"Mr... Burt," he corrected himself. "I know that I should have done this before leaving New York, but I couldn't seem to get a moment alone. I really didn't want to do this over the phone, either, especially when we're not even in the same country."

"Spit it out, Blaine," Burt said, tone amused.

"Right, of course," Blaine said. He took a deep breath and schooled his thoughts. "I love your son, you know that, right?"

"I do," Burt replied and Blaine's heart thumped in his chest at the two words.

"And, well, I honestly don't see my future being without Kurt," Blaine continued. "He's the bright spot in every single day. He makes me feel so many emotions all at once and just being with him makes it easier to do anything. He is a breath of fresh air in the hustle and bustle that is New York and I am so lucky to have him in my life.

"Mr Hummel, I know this is awfully old fashioned of me but I was hoping... I am hoping that you'll give us your blessing." Blaine paused, swallowing thickly as he stared down at the smallest of scuff marks on his new loafers. "I'm planning to propose to Kurt while we're here in Paris."

There was a huff of a laugh on the other end. "I was wondering when you were going to pop the question," Burt said. "I owe Carole twenty bucks now."

"Excuse me?" Blaine asked, baffled.

"You have my blessing, kid," Burt said. "You make Kurt happier than I've ever seen him. Just promise me one thing?"

"Anything," Blaine blurted out.

"Just don't get married in Paris," Burt said. "I want to be able to give my son away properly and do the whole embarrassing dad speech."

Blaine grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it, sir," he said. "Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"Oh, I have a fair idea," Burt replied. "Carole was smart to pick Kurt's birthday. I had you down as the fourth of July. Should've known not to bet against the wife."

Blaine laughed. "Thanks, Burt," he said, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"You're welcome, Blaine," Burt replied. "Have fun while you're in Paris, okay?"

"We will," Blaine said, shifting on the seat.

They said their good byes and Blaine disconnected the call. Blaine couldn't stop smiling to himself as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. He stood and turned around, taking in the view of the Eiffel Tower that seemed like he could just reach out and touch it.

He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, glad that Burt hadn't rebuffed him. He wanted nothing more than to have Kurt marry him and be his husband. If Blaine was honest with himself, he had wanted that for a long time now.

Blaine glanced at the Eiffel Tower one more time before heading back into their bedroom. The bathroom door was still closed and Blaine could still hear the shower running, indicating that Kurt was still in there.

Blaine stripped and left his clothes on the bed to join Kurt in the shower.

"Hey," Kurt said softly as Blaine stepped in behind him, lips immediately finding the small freckle on the back of Kurt's neck that he loved to kiss.

"Hey," Blaine replied, linking his hands with Kurt's. "You're all prune-y."

"Mmm, I know," Kurt mumbled, sounding sleepy.

Blaine smiled and kissed his neck softly. "Why don't you go get dressed and I'll be out in a minute?"

"No, no, no," Kurt said, turning in Blaine's embrace. "This shower is much too nice for me to leave it."

Blaine laughed. "I promise you can come back to it," he said. "I just need to wash and then we've got dinner reservations..."

"I guess I could leave for food," Kurt said contemplatively. "Especially French food."

He exited the shower after a few more moments and Blaine had the shower to himself to finish washing up. He joined Kurt in their room a short while later to see Kurt dressing in a crisp white button down shirt, slipping it over his undershirt before buttoning it up. Blaine couldn't help but stare as Kurt dressed. It was always an enticing task. Kurt was so particular and precise with every single item of his clothing.

Kurt turned around and caught Blaine's gaze. He smiled and slipped on the black, backless vest that was a favourite of his and then took his scissors brooch and attached it to the vest.

"What?" Kurt asked.

Blaine shook his head. "Nothing," he replied. "I just like watching you get ready."

Kurt gave him a small smile and Blaine turned to get dressed as well, opening his suitcase to find something suitable to wear for dinner.

Once they were both dressed, Kurt stepped in front of Blaine to straighten his bowtie and he kissed him softly on the lips.

"There," Kurt said. "Perfect."

Blaine smiled and offered his arm to Kurt, who took it with a shake of his head, his nose crinkled adorably.

The hotel restaurant was as classy as the rest of the hotel, Blaine mused as they were shown to their seats.

"I am still in awe at how beautiful this hotel is," Kurt said as they glanced over their menus together. "You've really outdone yourself."

Blaine beamed at him, proud that Kurt was so happy with his choices. It had taken a lot of research and a lot of restraint from asking Kurt for his opinion but he had done it and he was glad that Kurt was happy. He wanted Kurt's birthday to be the best one ever.

"Anything for you," Blaine replied honestly.

Kurt's expression made Blaine's breath hitch and he knew that he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with Kurt. Everything that he had done in life so far, none of it felt as amazing as seeing that look on Kurt's face; that look of awe and pure, raw love. That is what Blaine had been waiting for all his life.

~*~