(Authors Note: i wrote this a while ago... it started off as a language fic because italian!darren is incredible and i just neeeeed to have some italian!blaine french!kurt.. but then it turned into this little... thing. So yeah! read.. hehe)
Blaine sat up on Kurts bed and cleared his throat.
"Okay. L'omelette au fromage mange la boulangerie".
Kurt grimaced at Blaine's horrible accent and then laughed.
"No Blaine, the cheese omelet did not eat the bakery"
"HEY!…. I meant to say that!" Blaine crossed his arms over his chest.
"Sure you did." Kurt flipped through some pages in his French book.
"This is why I don't take a language" Blaine groaned as he flopped onto his back.
"It's not that hard Blaine…" Kurt inched closer, " Besides, languages can be fun." Kurt was practically purring.
"Oh, I don't doubt that" Blaine winked.
"Then take French with me! This way I can talk romantically and you wont look at me like I have ebola"
"First off, you never look like you have ebola. Second….well… you've just experienced me and French and the rest of the world isn't ready for that disaster. And third…. It's not that I don't want to… I don't have to"
Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "But I thought that language was required for—"
"It is" Blaine interrupted.
"Then why are you the exception?"
"Well, when I was younger my parents being the snooty supposedly upper crust people they thought they were, wanted their son to be as well rounded as possible. So i grew up taking all these lessons. You know music and art and language. So I'm kinda fluent in Italian…."
Blaine looked almost embarrassed, turning his head with his face in his hand.
"I never knew that about you!"
"si impara qualcosa di nuovo ogni giorno"
Kurts eyebrows were high on his head.
"You learn something new every day" Blaine translated.
"I think I like Italian Blaine" Kurt moved in next to Blaine but then paused.
"Wait, but I'm pretty much fluent in French. Why do I still have to take one. Not that I'm complaining I love French…but still."
Blaine whimpered at the loss of contact.
"Well, freshman year I tried French because I didn't see the point in taking something I already knew. I lasted a month. Wes seems to think it was because I was so horrible at French that they feared I was rubbing off on the other students. So I transferred to Italian. I guess when they found out I spent the summer in Europe and the teacher was complaining that I was trying to 'outshine her and teach her class' she appealed that I didn't need one."
"wow" Kurt laughed and rested his head on Blaine's chest, abandoning the French book he had been flipping through on the floor.
They spent a few quiet minutes like that, just lying with each other.
"Was it beautiful?"
"what?"
"Europe" Kurt turned to look up at Blaine.
"It was incredible. And it was the first time I was ever away by myself."
"Where did you go?" Kurt felt like a child.
"Umm.. Italy of course, England, Scotland, France…"
"France?" Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes wide and lit full of wonder.
"haha Yes France." Blaine snaked his arms around Kurt an pulled him close.
"Its so beautiful Kurt. It's so bright and full of life and wonder and…. and it kind of reminds me of you"
Kurts breath hitched. He buried himself closer into Blaine and closed his eyes.
"I'm going to take you there one day Kurt. You and me. I promise."
"Blaine…"
"Ti amo" Blaine whispered softly into Kurts ear.
" What.. what does that mean?"
Blaine took in a breath. In a soft contented sigh escaped his lips. "I love you."
Kurts heart was soaring. The moment was perfect and still and quiet. Just the two of them, together. And Blaine loved him.
"Je t'aime"