"This is going to be the best vacation EVER!" Finn yelled as he was running laps around the house in excitement.

Kurt looked at him and rolled his eyes. Sure, he was excited, going to Paris over the summer with Finn and Rachel would be fun. Well in all honesty it was the greatest graduation present he could ever dream of, but sometimes Finn could be a bit ridiculous

"Don't you think so, too, Kurt?" asked a smiling Rachel as she sat down on the couch next to him.

Kurt put on a smile and nodded, "Yeah, I just want to go already," he said honestly.           

"Only 12 more hours until our flight!" she pointed out and Kurt laughed.           

"I KNOW!" Finn screamed as he passed them.

Kurt rolled his eyes again endearingly at his step-brother, "He is ridiculous," he joked.

"He is," Rachel said, giggling, "but I love him anyway," she sighed happily. Kurt gave a small smile at how true her statement was. Of course, the two of them could be a bit overbearing at times, but they were in love, who was he to judge?

"LOVE YOU TOO!" Finn yelled in passing again, leaving Rachel in a complete fit of giggles.

After a few minutes of easy conversation between him and Rachel, Kurt let out a yawn and patted her on the knee, "Well, I think I'll be going to sleep. I'm exhausted."

"Alrighty," Rachel said kindly, "See you in the morning Kurt!"

"Night Rachel," he smiled at his best friend and made his way upstairs to his room.

He entered his crisp, white bedroom, three suitcases fully packed in preparation of their summer trip lined up at the end of his welcoming bed. He stripped out of his day clothes, throwing on navy, striped pajamas, letting the smooth material caress his Porcelain skin, and  jumped into his bed, eager to let sleep claim him. Although, he lay awake for a little while, pre-sleep thoughts running throughout his mind.

"So you're going to the City of Love without someone to share it with? Awesome, just wonderful", he thought to himself, "Oh and it's so much better, going there alone where you have to watch Finn and Rachel be all couple-y  the whole time, sounds like a blast. Whatever, not so much different than what I'm used to, I'll be fine," he shook the thoughts from his mind and did his best to clear his head, sleep eventually washing over him.

The next morning, around seven, Kurt awoke to the sounds of Finn and Rachel talking, well, more like bickering, and rather loud bickering at that. He ran a hand through his chestnut hair, stretching a little in an attempt to wake himself up fully. He couldn't help but eavesdrop on the love-birds down the stairs though.

"Finn, I am just making sure you have everything! I am going to go through the list one more time," he heard Rachel say.

"That's what you said last time," Finn said under his breathe, Kurt chuckled to himself.

"Oh hush! Okay, so cell phone?"

"Yeah."

"I-pod?"

"Yupp."

"Your two suitcases?"

"Ya."

"My four?"

Finn groaned audibly, "Uh-huh."

As Rachel's list went on and on for minutes, Kurt stayed in his room and went through his own personal checklist in his head. When he finally deemed himself ready to go, he descended the stairs, his eyes landing upon Finn, who was sitting on the couch, head thrown back and eyes closed in annoyance, Rachel standing in front of him, still apparently listing off things.

"Rachel," Kurt interjected, "I think you've listed out the materials necessary to live there for the rest of your life. I think you're good," he said. Finn shot him a look of gratitude and she huffed in annoyance.

"Well, I for one just want to be prepared!" she retorted, obviously stressed about leaving soon.

"Honey, I think you're prepared, if ten minutes of a checklist isn't proof enough," Kurt pointed out.

"I know, I know, I just don't want to forget something. We are there all summer, you know," she said, Kurt just nodded in response.

"Guys, what time is the flight?" Finn wondered.

"10:15," the other two answered at the same time.

"So we should probably get going," Kurt said on his own, the other two agreed quickly.

The three of them walked into the kitchen to see Burt and Carole talking quietly, waiting for them to come in to say their goodbyes. Carole quickly wrapped Kurt up in her arms, "Alright, buy some amazing things, okay? Have a wonderful time sweetheart," she said kindly, he laughed and agreed to do so.

He turned to Burt next, who attacked him with a giant bear hug, "I'm gonna miss you a lot kiddo," he said.

"I'm gonna miss you, too Dad," Kurt said quietly.

He pulled away and placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder, "Just be safe and have fun, okay?"

"Okay Dad, I love you," Kurt said.

"Love you too kid," He then turned to address the three of them, "and you'll call us when you get there, right?"

"Right," they all agreed. They said their final goodbyes and loaded the car with their luggage, Kurt driving while Finn and Rachel cuddled up in the backseat. As soon as he saw them in the rear-view mirror, naturally his thoughts went back to what they were last night, but he did as best as he could to shake them off and focus on the road. They were hidden in the back of his mind, he couldn't see them, but he knew they existed.

When they got to the airport, pre-flight checking was no problem, minus a slight, stupid incident thanks to Finn, but thankfully it had been resolved rather quickly. Once they were on the plane, the eight hour flight wasn't so bad either, with a little help of some extra Vogue magazines and a cheesy romantic comedy that had been showing as their in-flight movie. As he watched the two main characters fall in love, he thought, "If I could only be so lucky.  But who knows? Maybe I'll meet someone?"  Although he knew that the chances of him meeting another gay teen were not in his favor, he refused to give up hope. "They don't call it the City of Love for nothing."

They arrived that night, tired and jet-lagged from the flight, making their way to their hotel as fast as they could. Much to their surprise, the hotel was in perfect view of the Eiffel Tower, shining in the night like a beautiful star, begging to be explored.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Rachel leaned over to whisper in Kurt's ear in awe.

"Yeah," Kurt managed to get out, feeling a little dazzled himself by the beauty of it all, "it's amazing."

After coming to their senses again a few minutes later, they walked into the hotel and checked in, a room for Finn and Rachel to share, upon hearing which Kurt thought his father to be insane, and then a room just for himself. He was kind of relieved to hear so, he would lose brain cells sharing a room with Finn and would probably go certifiably insane sharing one with Rachel, so maybe the rooming arrangements weren't so bad after all.

Following a quick phone call to Carole and Burt, telling them about the flight and assuring them that they had gotten there safely and that the hotel was fantastic, he unloaded all of his luggage, figuring that since they were going to be there for a while, why not get it out of the way? He spent the better part of an hour settling into the room that he would be his home for the rest of the summer, the prospect of adventure and amazing shopping opportunities spurring him on.

The moment he finished, he threw himself onto his wonderful, King-sized bed, inhaling the rosy scent of the fabric softener as he buried his face in the pillows and lazily traced the soft cotton of the comforter beneath his fingertips, growing sleepier by the second. He made an internal decision that he would go to one of those fancy, little cafés the next morning because, seriously, who went to Europe and didn't visit a café?

Lost in his thoughts and completely high on life, he fell into a peaceful sleep, with the promise of tomorrow and the thrill of adventure clouding his senses.

Kurt woke up fairly early the next morning, the bright, Parisian sun filling his room with a shining light, welcoming in the new day. He woke with a smile on his face, happy and eager to start his day and to get some coffee. He hopped in the shower and got ready in an hour, coiffing his hair to perfection and picking out an outfit to wear on his first day out. He decided upon his black Doc Martins and his favorite pair on denim skinny jeans, which fit him rather perfectly, if he did say so himself. On the top, he wore an offset white, three-quarter sleeved shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone, with a dark grey tuxedo vest.

Exceedingly happy with his outfit, he went online in search of the closest café, craving coffee and dying to get out of the hotel for the first time. It turned out that the nearest one was only about a five minutes' walk away. So, after a quick stop to Finn and Rachel's room to see if they wanted to join him, only to realize that they were still asleep, he headed out of the hotel and made his way to the coffee shop.

Upon his arrival, he smiled and opened the door, the sweet aroma coffee immediately filling his senses. He ordered his non-fat mocha when it was his turn to do so, very surprised that they even had those here, and waited at the other end of the counter, examining the shop for a second. It wasn't that crowded, it was more like one of those cute, hole-in-the-wall coffee shops he went to back in Lima, nicely painted tan walls, and cozy furniture, it felt extremely comfortable for a café.

The barista called his name, quickly waking him from his thoughts, his name sounding foreign and exotic in her accent. He accepted the cup with a smile, staring at it as he turned around. He took one step and ran into someone, the cup slipping out of his hands, sending coffee flying all over him and the other person.

He felt a slow wave of panic set in, "Ohmygod, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to run into you! I wasn't watching where I was going! I am so sorry!" he said out in a hurry. When the stranger didn't respond right away, he lifted his head for the first time since receiving his cup. He made eye contact with the stranger and was met with the most breathtaking pair of honey hazel eyes he had seen in his entire life.