Kurt was all that he had left of his first wife, Elizabeth. Life had been good for a while. They were a happy family and they had finally been able to scrape enough money to open up their own business but then Elizabeth had been diagnosed with breast cancer. They had struggled to make ends meet and when the insurance companies wouldn’t cover some of the treatment and medicine needed he had been forced to sell his shop.

Burt Hummel spent so much time dealing with the insurance companies that he finally decided to go to school to earn his law degree and Elizabeth and Kurt both stood proudly by his side as he graduated. Burt started taking on the insurance companies on behalf of cancer patients and quickly started making a name for himself.

Unfortunately, his wife lost her battle with cancer leaving Burt alone to raise their 8 year old son. Burt was inconsolable. It was at that moment that Burt decided to run for office. He knew he could make a bigger difference if he was elected for office. He quickly became a force to be reckoned with in Washington DC and had just been reelected for his 4th term in office. After his son came out and was bullied because he was gay Congressman Hummel had a new fight on his hands. He was determined to provide a safe environment in all schools and worked closely with the LGBT community. He wanted to make sure his son had the right to marry whomever and wherever he wanted which is why when he was approached to run for the Presidency he accepted the nomination.

Although he had been able to keep Kurt out of the media spotlight he was afraid someone would recognize him. He had spoken to the Ambassador to Great Britain last week and Kurt was scheduled to meet with him in the morning. He knew Kurt was upset that he had to check in with the Ambassador but Burt was not willing to compromise on the subject. He picked up the phone and dialed the Ambassador.

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Kurt walked into the Ambassador’s office and introduced himself to his secretary. “The Ambassador is finishing up a meeting but he will be right with you. Just go ahead and sit down and I’ll let you know as soon as he is available.” Kurt hoped it wouldn’t be too long. It was already 9:00am and he wanted to make sure that he was outside the embassy when Blaine got there. He was looking through this guide book for the perfect outing when the secretary signaled that the ambassador was waiting for him.

“Good morning Kurt. I just spoke to your father this morning.” Ambassador Whitley had been a fervent supporter of Congressman Hummel ever since he had won his first election to Congress.

It was a given that he was going to be the next President. The election was just a formality and Ambassador Whitley was going to make sure he did this personal favor for the Congressman. Politics was a give and take game. Favors were traded on a daily basis and had saved many a political career if called in at the right time. “I understand that you will be here in London until the end of July and that you have declined the Secret Service protection detail that you are authorized while you are in London.”

“Yes. I am travelling under my mother’s maiden name and since my father never had us in the limelight I am relatively unknown so didn’t think I would need the protection. My father agreed as long as I checked in with you every day. I know that will probably be an inconvenience and I apologize in advance.”

“Your dad has done an amazing job of keeping his family out of the media. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you or your brother in the news.”

“Yeah, my dad was pretty open with the media as long as they left us alone while we were in high school. Of course, all bets are off now that we are 18 but I’ve pretty much kept a low profile so the media hasn’t had a chance to really catch me unawares. That’s why I figure I should be fine.”

“Well, I certainly don’t mind making sure your trip is uneventful. I will give you my personal cell phone number so that you can call me every evening before 9:00pm. If for some reason you are detained just give the officers this card and I will be contacted immediately,” he said as he handed Kurt his business card.

Kurt put the card in his wallet and reassured the Ambassador that he had no plans on being arrested.

“Make sure you contact me before 9:00pm. If not I will dispatch the military police to check up on you. Please phone the office every morning and leave your daily itinerary with my secretary. This will make it easier to locate you in case we need to find you in an emergency.”

“Thank you. I’ll leave today’s outing with your secretary.” Kurt stopped by to have a few words with the secretary and wrote down her extension number so he wouldn’t have to go through the operator every time he called. He really hated having to report his every movement but knew that his father would worry to the point where he would insist Kurt come home unless he knew Kurt was being safe. In this case safe meant having the Ambassador to Great Britain as his babysitter. He noticed the time and he hurried outside. It was almost 10:15 and he was worried that Blaine had gotten tired of waiting for him.

Blaine stood outside the front entrance to the American Embassy. He looked at his watch and noticed that it was past 10:00am and no sign of Kurt anywhere. He didn’t think Kurt would leave without waiting for him but he was starting to get worried when 30 minutes had gone by and still no sign of Kurt. The marine on duty kept giving him the hairy eyeball so he decided to walk down the block a bit and then retrace his steps. He didn’t want to have to call his father and tell him that he was being held on suspicion of being a terrorist. The Americans were a touchy bunch when it came to security and he certainly didn’t blame them one bit.

He was walking away from the embassy when he heard his name being called. He turned and saw Kurt yelling his name and running towards him. He stopped to admire how good looking he really was as he drew nearer.

“I’m sorry I’m late. I got stuck talking to the Ambassador and then got lost trying to find my way out. Were you leaving?”

“No. I figured you got held up but the marines on duty were giving me the hairy eyeball and since I didn’t want to get arrested and have to call my dad I decided to walk down the block a bit. So Mr. Allen – what landmark would you like to mark off of your guide book?”

“I was thinking about Stonehenge this morning but all the tour buses have already left so I figure out I can do that tomorrow morning,” he said sadly.

“I can drive us to Stonehenge.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I will just have to go pick up my car and then we can go.” Blaine had forgotten for a minute that he couldn’t take Kurt to his house because he would know immediately who he was and now he had to figure something out quickly.

“How about we eat and then go pick up your car. I didn’t get a chance to eat breakfast and I can treat you to lunch since you will be driving us to Stonehenge.”

“I think I saw a pub around here when I was walking. Let’s find it and have lunch.” As they took a seat Blaine excused himself. He walked to the restroom and quickly dialed a number anxiously waiting for his friend to pick up the phone.

“Hello.”

“Wes, I need a favor.”

“I need a beautiful heiress to come sweep me off of my feet but that ain’t happening so we all have problems Blaine.”

“I need to borrow your car.”

“What’s wrong with your Mercedes?”

“It’s too nice and I need your mini. Can you drive it out to me? I will owe you a HUGE favor. I don’t have time to explain but I will tell you everything.”

“So you need a crappy car and decided to honor me with being the chosen one, huh? Fine, where are you?” Blaine gave him where they were and then hurried out of the loo. They ordered their lunch and Blaine told Kurt that he had a friend drive his car out to him since he didn’t want to waste time going all the way out to his house.

“Oh wow – I hope your friend doesn’t mind coming all the way out here.”

“It’s fine. Wes was headed to his parent’s house so it was no problem to just drop by and grab my car.”

“Yeah, I certainly didn’t mind going to your house to grab your car Blaine,” he jumped when he heard Wes talking right behind him.

“Wes! Hi – umm this is Kurt Allen. Kurt this is Wesley Montgomery. Wes and I attended school together.”

“Nice to meet you Kurt – Blaine hasn’t mentioned you before. Did you two just meet?” Wes was laughing at the look on Blaine’s face which he totally ignored. He loved to tease his friend.

“Hi Wes – nice to meet you. I met Blaine yesterday. It’s nice of you to offer to drop off his car for him.”

“Yeah I’ve been told I’m too nice. As a matter of fact Blaine, I noticed your car was out of petrol so I stopped by the petrol station and put �50 in,” he said as he extended his hand out to Blaine. He knew he was in trouble when Blaine slapped some money in his hand as he grabbed the car keys.

“Thanks Wes – I know you are in a hurry so we won’t keep you.”

“Bye Kurt. Have fun today. I hope I get to see you soon so we can get to know each other better. Blaine – I’ll talk to you later.” Wes walked out of the pub and saw that Blaine’s driver was waiting for him to drive him back home. He couldn’t understand why Blaine would rather drive his mini than have a chauffeured driven Mercedes take him to Stonehenge. He figured he would get all the details out of Blaine latter.

“Wes seems like a nice person.”

Blaine had to stop himself from saying anything derogatory about his friend who had just taken him for �50 so he agreed with Kurt. They finished their meal and were soon headed out of London. The traffic was awful and it took them almost 2 hours to get to Stonehenge. Kurt found out that he and Blaine had the same taste in music and they both enjoyed the same musicals but while Blaine loved sports Kurt loved fashion.

Kurt was surprised when they arrived at Stonehenge. The circle of stones was sitting in the middle of a field. Most of the tour buses had already left the site so getting there after lunch worked well. They bought their tickets, grabbed their guided tour headphones and headed to the stones.

Blaine of course was able to give Kurt the complete history of the historic landmark. “How is it that you know all of this stuff?”

“My family is fascinated with anything and everything British. History is an everyday topic of conversation. I’ve soaked up enough history from listening to stories, reading about it, and learning about it in school.” He almost said that his parents believed Blaine should know everything there was to know about Great Britain so that if the impossible happens and he is called to one day rule as King he will be an informed ruler.

“Yeah, my dad has recently gone on a history kick as well,” Kurt added. “He insists I learn everything about the 50 states. He even loaded a couple of history books into my iPad to listen to on the long flight to Heathrow. Unfortunately, I am fascinated by the Royal Family’s history not American History.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I can’t explain it but I could probably win a Jeopardy tournament if every category was obscure British facts. Crazy huh?” Blaine thought so but didn’t say anything. He grabbed Kurt’s camera and started taking pictures of the boy with Stonehenge in the background. Kurt wanted a picture with Blaine and they asked one of the other tourists to snap their picture. Blaine quickly put his arm around Kurt and leaned in as close as he could. Kurt blushed and smiled as the camera clicked.

They managed to walk around the circumference of the circle and listened to every point of interest on the headphones. Kurt picked up some souvenirs and postcards at the tiny gift shop. Blaine ended up purchasing a Stonehenge Rocks t-shirt since he knew the proceeds of the shop benefited the World Heritage Site.

The traffic was not as congested but it still took them almost 2 hours to get back to London. Kurt had asked Blaine to pull over a few times for photo opportunities and Blaine readily complied.

“What is the next tourist attraction we are attacking tomorrow?”

“Blaine, are you sure I’m not taking you away from work or school or other responsibilities you might have?”

“I just finished school and I am free until I start Cambridge in the fall. There might be a few family dinners or functions I might have to attend while you are here but otherwise I have a pretty open schedule. I will let you know if I can’t accompany you somewhere ahead of time.”

“Okay – I just don’t want you to feel obligated to play tour guide if you don’t really want to. I’ll understand.”

“Trust me I want to,” Blaine said. Kurt didn’t know what to make of Blaine. Sure he had given him a kiss on his cheek and had taken him to dinner and flirted with him but Kurt wanted to make sure Blaine was gay before he really started crushing on him. Europeans tended to kiss each other’s cheeks and maybe asking guys out to dinner was “normal” in England.

“Blaine, I hope you don’t get offended but are you gay?”

“Kurt, I’ve been flirting with you like crazy, I took you out to dinner and I think you are cuter than anyone else I’ve ever met so yes - I am gay. I thought it was obvious. I am seriously hoping you are about to tell me you are gay as well.”

“I am gay and I just wanted to make sure because I think you are really cute and I just didn’t want to start crushing on a straight guy – been there and hope to never do that again!”

“How about dinner? I know a great place.” They stopped and had dinner and Blaine actually drove Kurt home instead of having him take the Tube. He walked Kurt to his door and asked, “Can I kiss you?” Kurt nodded and leaned in to capture Blaine’s lips. This was Kurt’s first real kiss and he loved the feel of Blaine’s lips – slightly chapped and very, very masculine. Blaine broke he kiss and whispered goodnight as he watched to make sure Kurt locked his door.

Kurt was so out of it that he almost forgot to call the Ambassador to check in. Fortunately, his father called a few minutes after Blaine left and after talking to him he still made the 9:00pm deadline when he spoke to the Ambassador and let him know he was safe and sound. He quickly fell asleep dreaming about his first kiss, Blaine and Stonehenge.