As an Australian I have always had a huge fascination with Kurt and Blaine moving to my home town. I wonder how they would interact with my world. So I wrote it.
This will be a series of stories about Kurt and Blaine's move to, and life in Sydney, Australia. If there are any other Sydney-siders out there(or anyone who knows anything about Sydney)I would love to hear suggestions of what you would like to see our couple do in their new home . Enjoy!

'So do you like it?'

Kurt looked up at the two-story, albeit small, terrace house. It was a pale cream, with grey and red accents; the previous owners obviously had good taste. The windows on the second floor had window boxes filled with a variety of plants and flowers. Kurt didn't like the idea of maintaining them, but the effect was quaint. It shared walls with the two identical structures either side of it, he couldn't imagine the privacy was great but he was a New Yorker, so nothing new there.

'It reminds me of home.'

Blaine grinned so wide every tooth in his mouth was showing. 'I know, right?'

'Blaine, why are you showing me this one in particular?' Kurt knew he was up to something.

If it was possible Blaine's grin grew even wider as he grabbed Kurt's hand, bouncing slightly on his toes. Kurt knew he was up to something but he couldn't help but get caught up in his boyfriend's enthusiasm. 'I put an offer on it.'

Kurt's eyes widened at the news, 'Blaine! You should have discussed this with me first.'

'I know, I know. But there were other people looking, and it's so perfect. And I wanted to surprise you.' His voice softened at the last part and Kurt smiled at the gesture. Blaine loved to do things for him, despite Kurt insisting he hated surprises. Usually, however, Blaine's gifts were a lot smaller than a house.

'So this is really happening.'

'Kurt, we have been planning this for almost a year, longer if you count from when I was first offered the job. The lease on our apartment is up in a month and I start my new job in two. Our visas are done and our passports are up to date. The plane tickets are booked. You have even planned us a party. It has been happening for a while.' Blaine would never admit he was still having trouble coming to terms it himself. He just hid it well in comparison to Kurt's occasional hysterical and "stress planning" as he liked to call it.

'It is not a party, it is just a get together. I know. This just seems so real. Our new house.' He sighed, he would miss New York a lot.

'Our new home.' Blaine pulled a key out of his pocket and jangled it in front of Kurt's face. 'Come on. Let me give you the grand tour.'

Four weeks later the couple touched down at Sydney International Terminal. After the hassles of customs and baggage collection Kurt and Blaine made their way outside. Stepping out into the sun Kurt squinted and searched through his carry on bag for his sunglasses.

'Its so bright here.'

Blaine, distracted by looking for a cab, hummed in response. 'Yeah, its because of the hole in the ozone layer. Makes the sun stronger, harsher.'

Kurt's jaw dropped, full on, fly catching, open. 'Blaine Anderson! You moved me half way across the world without telling me that. Blaine, I'm going to freckle.' Kurt tugged at the sleeves of his shirt, unrolling them in order to protect his arms from the sun. He knew he was going to hate this stupid country.

Blaine took his eyes off the line of waiting taxis to turn around and wrap his arms around Kurt's waist. 'Just think of all the fabulous hats you will be able to wear.'

'You are so lucky I love you.' Kurt muttered as Blaine kissed his cheek.

They piled into the taxi and Blaine gave the address of their new house. Kurt watched the world go by outside of his widow. It was strange how everything in Australia was so similar to home, but there was something that was not quite right. Something so… American, that was missing. Kurt didn't know exactly what that was, but he knew it would be something he craved in the coming months.

Before long they had arrived at the address that would be their home for the next two years, longer if Blaine's contract was extended. Blaine quickly jumped out of the car and helped the driver with their luggage. They had just enough to survive the few days before the rest of their things they had had shipped arrived, and Kurt had gone shopping. Appliances were included with the house but the previous owners had informed the couple they would not be taking all of their furniture with them and that Kurt and Blaine were free to take or leave whatever they chose.

It turned out that the only items of furniture left were one worn lounge, a bookcase and a wobbly end table. Very generous.

Kurt followed Blaine inside and dumped their bags in their new living room before dumping himself on the couch. Blaine wandered around the house, doing god knows what. Kurt watched him walk between rooms, looking round corners, opening and closing the fridge. He could see the enthusiasm on his boyfriends face as he inspected every inch of the house.

Blaine had just paced the hallway for the third time when he came back to where Kurt was sitting. Kurt watched him do a lap of the room. 'Watcha doing, babe?'

Blaine looked at Kurt, but didn't still his movements. 'I'm settling. I gotta get to know the house, you know?'

Kurt raised an eye row. 'Not really.'

'Well what happens if I get up in the middle of the night to pee? I don't want to end up in the wrong room and ruin the carpet, or something.'

Kurt laughed and grabbed Blaine's waist as he walked past the couch yet again, pulling the younger man on top of him. 'I will never fully understand what goes on in that brain of yours.'

'I don't even understand it. It is like some mysterious jungle, it will never be truly known in its entirety.'

Kurt laughed again and kissed Blaine, sinking into his warmth. No matter how far away from home they moved Blaine would always be the same. The constant in his crazy life.

'Now what do you say we go for a walk and find some food. I'm starving.' Kurt allowed himself to be pulled off the couch by Blaine's strong hand.

'You are always hungry.'

Later that evening Kurt found himself on the couch once again, sitting between Blaine's legs with his laptop sitting on his knees. They had spent the afternoon roaming their new neighborhood and trying to fight jet lag.

After fifteen minutes of wandering around their block Kurt and Blaine found a small café that sold everything from coffee and cheesecake to burgers and pizzas. Kurt laughed when he saw how Blaine's eyes lit up at the extensive list of pizzas available to order. Blaine turned to Kurt. Before he could get a word out Kurt nodded. 'Go ahead. Pick one.'

Ten minutes later Kurt was sitting at one of the small tables near the counter of the café and Blaine was still staring at the chalkboard. 'Blaine Anderson, I am hungry and I am tired and there is no furniture in my house. Pick a damn pizza.

'Okay, okay.' Blaine stepped up to the counter still looking up at the menu.

The cashier was an Italian man, probably mid-forties and if Blaine had to take a guess he would say he owned the small shop.

'What can I get ya?' He may have been Italian in heritage but his accent was very Australian.

'Hi. Can I just get one Mediterranean pizza? Take out.' Blaine smiled and fished his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans.

The man smiled crudely as he wrote down the order. 'A yank, eh? How long ya staying for?'

'Uh, we've actually just moved here. So, at least two years.' Blaine pulled some notes from his wallet. He looked at the various colours and sizes in confusion. It was nothing like the consistent green of the bills he had traded in for them.

The man behind the counter laughed a little when he realized Blaine's confusion. 'Its twenty for the pizza, so you need one of the red ones.' Sure enough the red note had a large twenty stamped in the corner.

Blaine smiled gratefully. 'Thanks.'

'No worries, mate. Should be fifteen minutes.' Blaine nodded and joined Kurt at his table.

Kurt was busy examining the shelves that lined the walls of the shop. They were filled with everything he could have imagined; from sugar-coated cubes of Turkish delight to coffee beans in various sized bags, various smoked meats and preserves in glass jars. There were books and utensils, small sculptures and canvas paintings. He loved it.

'I think this is going to become a regular.'

Blaine nodded and hummed in agreement. 'I think so.'

Once their pizza was done they left the shop with a friendly wave from the owner. 'See ya next time, mate!'

They walked back home hand in hand. Kurt carried the pizza box because he was afraid Blaine would eat it before they even made it half way.

And now they were sitting together, full from their meal, shopping online. Kurt had opened up the Ikea page and was currently scanning through various wardrobes. He was frantically clicking pictures, tutting his tongue and moving onto the next option. Blaine sat back and watched him work. He was more than happy to let Kurt decorate the house. Plus, he knew that Kurt would change anything he didn't like anyway, so there was no point in Blaine even trying.

'Forgive me, love, but why are we looking at wardrobes? We have a walk in.'

Kurt sighed. 'We are not looking at wardrobes, Blaine.' He really should have known better. 'We are looking at storage solutions.'

Blaine nodded against Kurt's shoulder. 'Of course.'

Kurt continued to navigate the website, um-ing and ah-ing and adding things to their shopping basket. Blaine chose not to think of the cost, thankful for his new job and the small bonus they had given him for moving his entire life to a different country.

Kurt had now moved onto a paint website was comparing different shades of grey. Blaine really couldn't bring himself to care about the various shades and instead choosing to press light kisses to the back of his boyfriend's neck.

'Blaine, what are you doing?'

'I am shopping for paint.' Blaine had made his way to the slope between Kurt's shoulder and neck.

'No, that is what I am doing.'

'Okay, then.' Blaine answered distractedly as he started to suck a little on Kurt's neck. Kurt shivered under Blaine's touch. He picked the computer up off his lap and placed it on the floor next to the empty pizza box. Flipping himself over he placed his chin on Blaine's chest.

'So what are you really doing?' Blaine fingers trailed along Kurt's back, slipping up under his shirt, brushing the skin lightly.

'Well, I was thinking.'

'Always dangerous.'

'Indeed. We need to christen the house.'

'Of course. But there is a small problem.'

'Really?'

'Yes. We don't have a bed.'

'And since when do we need a bed?'

'Since we are adults.'

'Oh, posh. Where is the fun in that?'

'You know "oh, posh" isn't the great turn on you think it is.'

'Shut up.' And with that Blaine grabbed Kurt's face between his hands and kissed him passionately, tongue slipping into his mouth almost immediately.

Sometime later Kurt was curled up beside Blaine on the couch; sure his expensive shirt was lying on top of an empty pizza box but not really having the energy to care. Blaine was running his fingers up and down Kurt's side.

'Kurt, you know how we don't have a bed?'

'Mmm.' He was too sated to form actual words.

'Where are we going to sleep tonight?'

I'm thinking the beach next? Yes? No? Thoughts and opinions?