{Authors Note}

Hello! I'm NotAlone87! All the basic info about this fic is in the summary ^^. Basically, this is a series of one shot klaine fics, where they kiss in every one of them. THIS IS A PROMPT FIC. I accept prompts of all kinds, from any season any scenario fitting under the rating K+. So if you have ANY ideas AT ALL, PM me and I'll butcher it into something awful! Doesn't this sound fun? The first prompt is a combined prompt from two people on facebook, (names withheld.) The 1st one is: "Super fluffy Klaine on vacation. :D." The 2nd: "Just put them in England... All I'm saying :P". i combined the two by having Kurt and Blaine go on vacation to England! I hope you like it! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Unfortunately :(


"Kurt… Kurt! I TOLD you on Monday we're going to where platform 9¾ was shot! We can go to Big Ben and all that junk on Tuesday!" Blaine whined, giving Kurt his best puppy dog eyes.

With anyone else, puppy dog eyes were a worthless attempt at breaking Kurt, but Blaine's hazel eyes, like two shining coins, cut to Kurt's core to the point where when he tried to talk, it felt like his lips were dripping.

"First of all, traditional London tourist attractions are NOT 'junk'. Second of all, you are such a Potter freak," Kurt said, scribbling something on his ever-so-accurate itinerary.

"Yes. You could even go so far as to say I'm a pothead," Blaine said with a smirk, jabbing his elbow into Kurt's side.

"Okay. Let's take the Tube to our hotel without killing or destroying anything or anybody, and I will consider your request," Kurt said, gesturing the smaller boy to the platform where they would be waiting for their train.

They had been chosen out of all the students at McKinley for a two-week foreign exchange program. Kurt was still wondering what provoked the program to send two kids to a place like Lima, Ohio.

"Let's play a game!" said Blaine a little too excitedly.

Kurt sighed. "Can't he entertain himself?" Kurt started to think before he remembered that the most beautiful boy in England wanted his attention. Kurt suddenly had an idea. "Okay, Blaine. Let's play twenty questions. I'll think of something and you have to guess it." Kurt didn't even have to blink before he knew what he was going to have Blaine guess.

"Okay! Umm… Is it a person, place, or thing?" Blaine asked, suddenly polite and sane. Kurt immediately responded, barely batting an eyelash. "A thing," he said flatly. "Okay. What color is?" Blaine guesses, suddenly lost, asking one of the simplest questions possible. "Red. Or pink," Kurt said blushing. "It depends."

It went on like that for a while. Kurt gave simple answers to Blaine's simple questions. Kurt thought it was refreshing to see a candid side of Blaine instead of the always pulled together, seemingly perfect boy he had gotten to know.

Finally, at the 19th question, Blaine waited for a few minutes, and then threw up his hands. "I give up. Will you please tell me so I won't die wondering?" Blaine said throwing up his head to look directly in the eyes of the taller boy.

"I guess I could tell you, but you know…" Kurt started. "Actions speak louder than words." Kurt whispered, leaning in to Blaine's still oblivious lips.

It was a short kiss, mostly because of Kurt's mixture of fear and hesitation sitting in his brain. As he pulled away, Blaine had a look of confusion and realization plastered on his face innocently.

"You already kissed him," Kurt thought. "You can take this chance too." Kurt encouraged himself.

"You know, you still have one more question. Any ideas?" Kurt said, eyeing Blaine, almost pushing the answer with his eyes that he wanted to hear.

"Yeah. Could you do that again?" Blaine said with a childish grin on his face. Kurt certainly didn't leave him wondering.