If you had asked Kurt how long it had taken to get to the next day, he would have given you a three word answer: Too. Freaking. Long. It started with Rachel and her incessant need to take pictures. Everywhere they went, she took a million and one pictures of them, with the excuse of, "But Kurt! This light is perfect!" or, "Please Kurt! We need to get a shot of this!" He was probably going to smack her if he had to take one more picture to add to her other million that she had already taken.

Then, it was the fact that she had to "take in all of Paris" and get the full "Parisian experience," whatever that meant. So, she made them do absolutely everything, like buying more clothes to help her look like she fit in, eat some "traditional" food where ever they went so that she could get some more culture, it was all a bit insane.

And then there was Finn, complaining about anything and everything. "Rachel, I want to sit down, my feet hurt," and, "Rach, I'm hungry, can we go eat?" and, "But, Kurt, why does she have to take so many pictures?" Sure, Kurt was exhausted, and sure, he was fed up with all of Rachel's crazy, too, but he would never complain. This was her trip, too, and she should have a good time, so why should he be a downer and complain to ruin her fun?

As went the story of his whole life, doing things to make other people happy, even if he wasn't in the mood to or didn't want to. Of course he didn't really mind, he loved seeing his friends happy, he would gladly sacrifice some of his happiness to see one of his friends smile, but he couldn't help but feel a little bitter deep-down, not that he would ever say that out loud. He didn't really have anyone like that. Sometimes he felt like Altas, holding the weight of the world on his shoulders, and all he wanted was someone who could help and ease his burden a little.

But then he thought of Blaine. He had just let Kurt...talk. For the first time in his life, he felt like he could just talk to someone, no filter, not just listening to someone else vent about their problems. No, they had a real, honest-to-God conversation, where Blaine had even looked interested in what he had to say. Perhaps that's what he had liked about Blaine the most. Well, the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous and had the most charming personality out of anyone Kurt had ever met before certainly helped, but the fact that they could talk so honestly and comfortably with each other, that wasn't something Kurt was willing to just let slip through his fingers. Although, having Blaine ask to see him again did wonderful things to his heart and gave him the affirmation that Blaine felt the same way, he would have asked Blaine if he hadn't done it himself first. Blaine was wonderful and genuine, and those weren't qualities that Kurt could find in most people that he had met before.

They got back to the hotel late that night, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Sleep meant that the next day would come faster. The next day meant that he could see Blaine again.

He woke up with a start the next morning, reaching out to grab his phone from where it was blaring on his bedside table. He didn't even bother looking to see who it was when he answered.

"H'lo?" he groaned, still very much half-asleep.

"Kurt?!" Rachel exclaimed on the other side, wide awake and somehow already energetic. Kurt had no idea how he was such good friends with such a morning-person.

"Whaddoyouwant?" he mumbled, his words slurring together in his sleep-induced haze.

"Well! Finn and I would like to know if you want to do some more sightseeing with us today?" She wondered.

"Uhm," he thought to himself for a second, making a plan in his head, "you know what Rach? I think I'm gonna have to pass today," he said with a fake cough at the end of his sentence for dramatic effect.

"Oh, are you sure? You don't sound so good, do you want me to come up to your room and-"

"NO!" he said, probably a little louder than he would have liked, "I mean, I wouldn't want you to catch the cold that I have," he said in an attempt to make his voice sound feeble.

"If you say so. Then we'll come back and check on you later. Feel better, Kurt!" she hoped.

"Thanks Rach, I'll see you later," and at that he hung up.

Yeah, you could say that he felt bad for lying to her, but when faced with the choice between going out, listening to Finn complain all day, and relaxing all day, stress-free for when he saw Blaine, he would undoubtedly pick the second path. It's not like she would find out that he lied, he would be back in bed, faking being sick again by the time she came back again.

And that's precisely what he did all day. He sat, rereading an old book that he loved, occasionally flipping through a fashion magazine, until around 2:30 in the afternoon, when he hopped in the shower and started his pre-date preparations. Well, he kind of assumed it was a date. Another gay man asking to see him and have a coffee together? He may not have had much experience in the dating field, but it sounded pretty date-ish to him, even if it wasn't established so explicitly.

So, he dressed fabulously, as if he would go out in public any other way, and made sure his hair was impeccable, of course, before glancing at the clock. It was blinking, telling him that it was 3:50, perfect timing to leave and still be a minute or two early. The weather was perfect outside, great to walk in, so he had no problem getting there without a jacket.  As the clock hit 4 o'clock, he bought himself his coffee and Blaine his medium drip, remembering that he had ordered one the day before and only thinking it would be polite to return the favor. He looked at the clock, 4:05, but maybe Blaine was just running a bit late. Another 5 minutes, and he was in full-out panic mode, his eyes glued to the door, wondering if Blaine would even show, when suddenly the door opened, and in walked a kind, familiar face, with flushed pink cheeks and golden eyes. Kurt saw as Blaine's eyes were quickly searching the shop, looking all around for him. Kurt raised his hand and waved to him, giving him a little half-smile. Blaine instantly looked relieved as he walked over to him.

"Hi Kurt! I am so sorry that I'm late! Wes and David were being jerks and we didn't get back until late and I ran straight here and-"

"Blaine," he cut in, silencing him, noting how Blaine looked out of breath, "it's perfectly understandable. Don't even worry about it."

"Are you sure? Because I feel so awful right now," he said, his eyes looking sad.

"It's absolutely okay," Kurt reassured him, "Now sit, I bought you a coffee," he said, gesturing to the cup in front of his.

Blaine's eyes widened, "Really?"

"Yeah," Kurt said more shyly, "you bought me one yesterday and I remembered you got a medium drip, so I only thought it would be fair if I got you one today."

"Well thank you," he said as he sat down, "that was really sweet of you."

Kurt felt his cheeks get hot, as he surely thought he must have been blushing, "Oh, thanks."

"No problem," Blaine answered, now seated comfortably, "so, how are you liking Paris so far?"

"Oh, I love it! I've always hoped that I could come here someday. So now that I'm actually here, it all seems like of like one big dream to me, you know?" he explained.

"Yeah, yeah, I know exactly what you mean," Blaine said breathlessly, his golden eyes bearing into Kurt's, a wide smile on his lips. Kurt couldn't help but wonder why he looked like a blind man who had just seen the sun for the first time, but he didn't dare ask him that out loud.

"Have you been here before? Or is this your first time?" he decided to ask instead, figuring that it was a much safer question to ask.

"Oh, I've been here before, family vacations and business trips, boring stuff. None of those times have ever been as exciting as this one though. My trip has been fantastic so far," he said genuinely.

"That's awesome. I'm glad you're having a good time."

"Thanks," Blaine laughed, "so Kurt, where, may I ask, are you from?"

"Lima, Ohio," Kurt rolled his eyes, watching as Blaine as his jaw dropped, "what? You okay?"

"Yeah, no, I'm fine. I'm just-I'm from Westerville," he said and Kurt's eyes widened.

"Wait, Westerville, as in Westerville, Ohio?" he tried to clarify, Blaine nodded, "Wow, it's weird that we've never met before."

"I know," Blaine agreed, "But it's pretty cool that we met here, isn't it? It's much nicer here than it is in Ohio."

"My gosh, I know! But I'm excited for the fall though," Kurt said.

"What's in the fall?" Blaine wondered, his brow furrowed.

"I'm going to New York for college, NYADA, more specifically," he explained.

"No way," Blaine breathed out in disbelief, shock clear in his features.

"Yes way," Kurt said happily.

"I'm starting at NYU in the fall," Blaine said back, trying to show Kurt the meaning behind his surprise.

"Wow," Kurt whispered, finally getting it, "that's awesome, NYU's a great school," he acknowledged, trying not to get too giddy over the fact that they would be in the same place when the fall hit, "what are you going to study?"

"Music theory," he said immediately.

"Well, that's definitely a cool one. Do you sing, or play an instrument or something?"

"Yeah, I sing, play the guitar, and the piano," Blaine laughed to himself, his vibrant smile sending butterflies all throughout Kurt.

"Whoa," Kurt remarked.

"Yeah, kinda crazy, but I love it all, and you must too, you are going to NYADA," he guessed.

"Uh-huh, Broadway dreams," he explained.

"You sing?" Blaine asked, to which Kurt nodded, "hrm, you'll definitely have to let me hear you sometime," he hoped.

"Absolutely, but you'll have to let me hear you, too," Kurt bargained flirtatiously.

"It would be my pleasure," Blaine winked, Kurt's heart doing a flip in his chest.

They went on like this for a while, talking happily, flirting on occasion. The more time Kurt spent him, the more he liked him. Blaine was adorable, like puppy-dog adorable. Then he could be funny, like, "ohmygod my stomach hurts from all of my laughter" funny. And then he was so sweet, like, "how are you even real?" sweet. He liked Blaine, really, genuinely, liked him, and liked spending time with him a lot.

When they looked out the window, they were shocked to find out that it was dark outside, they laughed, and Blaine offered to walk Kurt back to his hotel, which he obviously accepted. It was a bit chillier outside than it was before, and Blaine noticed that Kurt was shivering.

"Hey, are you cold?" he asked.

Kurt shook his head, "N-no, I-I'm really f-fine," he tried to play off.

"No, you're freezing," he countered, slipping off his red cardigan and holding it out towards him, "here, you can take it if you want," he offered.

"No, then y-you're gonna b-be cold," he realized, without the cardigan, Blaine only had a button-down.

"I'll be fine," he insisted.

Kurt shot him a sideways glance before putting it on with a smile, "Thanks Blaine," he said, loving the way it felt a little too big on his shoulders and how it smelled completely like Blaine. He could get addicted to that scent.

"Anytime," he said politely as they kept on walking.

Kurt realized when they got back to his hotel and stopped a couple feet before the door, "I had a really nice time tonight," Kurt said, finding Blaine's honey eyes through the darkness.

"So did I," Blaine whispered, "we should definitely do this again sometime."

Kurt thought for a second, "What about tomorrow? We could meet up at the coffee shop in the morning if you wanted," he suggested, hoping that he didn't sound all too eager.

"I'd like that," Blaine smiled so brightly that it might as well been sunny outside.

"Me too. Is eleven okay?" Blaine nodded quickly to him, "great, I'll see you then," he found a burst of courage, he had no idea where it came from, but he found himself to be leaning in to press his lips to Blaine's cheek, "Goodnight Blaine," he whispered, his lips tingling.

"Goodnight Kurt," he said just as quietly, his liquid gold eyes following him as he walked in to his hotel.

Kurt ran up to his room as fast as he could, not even able to contain his happiness as he jumped straight onto his bed. He covered his face with his pillow and started screaming, kicking his legs in the air. He stopped yelling long enough to bury his nose in his shoulder, inhaling Blaine's smell deeply. He smelled like coffee and nice soap and something just so Blaine that his heart was going wild. And his lips were still on fire from when they had touched Blaine's cheek. Was that even normal? Not like he even had the right mind to care anyway, he was far too happy to care. Then, to top it all off? He would be waking up and seeing Blaine again tomorrow. He had truly had the perfect ending to an amazing day.