Authors Note: This story is loosely based on the movie Midnight in Paris. I am clearly using creative license but if there is anything I have wrong or anything you think I should change feel free to tell me. AU
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize belongs to me.
Graduation had finally come. After four long years of slaving away to get the best grades he could, pulling countless all lighters and drinking enough coffee to fill the ocean he was finished, graduating with honors at the top of his class. He could finally take a deep breath, close his eyes and relax.
The ceremony was simple. There were the customary speeches, the famous throwing of the graduation caps and one final performance by the warblers; They had done a medley of their favorite songs of all time picked by them instead of the council for once. All in all, it had been a night to remember.
Everyone had said their goodbyes and cried tears for those who had meant the most to them while they were at Dalton, everyone except three bright eyed boys who had decided to take advantage of their parents wealth one last time by planning a post graduation trip. To France.
Paris really is the city of lights, Blaine thought, as they flew over what appeared to be a million fireflies dancing through the night air. Everything was a sharp contrast to the dark black that had taken over the sky and the shimmering of what looked to be fairy lights were gazing back at him from the ground.
He turned away from the window to find Wes and David staring back at him with amused expressions on their faces.
"See something interesting Blaine?" David asked with a smirk, forcing Blaine to roll his eyes. They had only been on the plane for a few hours and already Blaine was getting tired of them.
"It's beautiful and you can't deny it." He replied sharply casting another loving look over his shoulder. Wes raised his eyebrows and David snorted but they didn't say anything else on the subject. They just don't understand, Blaine thought, no one does.
By the time the plane landed the boys were buzzing with energy, Wes and David had both agreed that they were going to take advantage of the drinking laws in Europe and pick up some "hot French girls", to which Blaine sighed, but didn't comment.
Despite not having an interest in the nights activities Blaine tagged along thinking that surely it couldn't be that bad, right? Wrong; An hour later he was a mess, his hair had come loose of its hold and was springing burls in every direction. He was hot and sticky from all the bodies in the room and he had been touched by far too many girls, making his way out of the crowd he began to search for his friends.
Half an hour later he spotted them sitting with two very attractive girls who clearly could not understand a word of what they were saying, however, they certainly were enjoying the free drinks the boys were providing. He sat down in a chair opposite one of them and tried to become involved in whatever it was they were trying to discuss.
After a minute of butchered French and a very sad attempt of a pick up line on David's part Blaine decided to call it quits. They told him they'd see him back at the hotel and that was that.
When he finally got out into the cool night air he was relieved, it was so beautiful out there on the street that he momentarily forgot about feeling like he was wearing other peoples body odor as a shirt.
He began to walk aimlessly down the cobblestone paths until he rounded a corner and saw a crowd of smart looking people. Puzzled by the sudden change in attire he strolled carefully up to the group and was astonished at what he found.
It was a line up to get into some sort of party but the music coming from the door was what surprised him, it was a haunting jazz melody that had his alcohol induced mind pushing its way to the very front to get a taste of that gorgeous voice.
The voice was clear and smooth and full of the heartbreak it took to be a jazz singer, it was distinctly male but there was an element of surprise, it was slightly higher then any other man's voice he'd heard and he was tripping over unamused bystanders inside to see who it belonged to. He froze when he found his way to the main room where the singer was performing because the boy in front of him was unlike any he had ever seen before.
He had electric blue eyes that shone with passion and were framed with long thick eyelashes, his skin was a creamy white and he had perfect, elfin features.
He didn't realize he was gaping, open mouthed at the man until he heard a deep voice from beside him speak. "Amazing Hummel is, don't you think?" He stopped and turned to see a man with a friendly smile looking back at him then, slowly, he flicked his eyes back to the singer. No. It couldn't be. His ears must have deceived him or he had drunk a lot more beer than he thought because there was one enormous problem with this picture. Kurt Hummel had been dead since 1989.