Kurt walked swiftly through the halls of McKinley, his calculus books clutched to his chest. He felt the soft hum of his phone in his pocket, and he fished up the white iPhone. Blaine's name was shining up at him from the screen.

"Hey Kurt, I was wondering if we could talk today after class? I have to talk to you about something :)"

Kurt's heart started pounding heavily, and he could feel the blush creeping up his cheeks. Since when did Blaine need to write to him to ask if they could talk? They always hung out after classes. Butterflies started fluttering in Kurt's stomach, and he suddenly felt more nervous than ever. Oh my god. What if he tells me now? No, no, of course it isn't that. No. it's… summerplans! Yeah, sure. He quickly typed his reply, writing and deleting the words several times before settling with the simple answer:

"Sure :) I'll come to Dalton. See you then"

Great, Kurt thought, I won't be able to pay any attention to the last classes.


Nearing Blaine's door, he felt he might faint. He put his hand on the handle and took a couple of deep breaths, setting a smile on his face. He knocked on the door and pressed down on the handle on the same time, and the door was barely open an inch before it flew open, Blaine on the other side with a huge grin plastered to his face. "Hi, Kurt! Ohmygod, ohmygod, I have to tell you something really awesome!" He was practically bouncing with excitement, and Kurt's heart fell a little. Blaine would definitely be nervous if he was about to confess something big. Something in the lines of "I love you". Kurt followed Blaine, who was clad in casual clothes, into his dorm and took in the clothes scattered all over the floor and the half-packed bag on the bed.

"Uhm, Blaine? You do know that there's still a week before we're off for the summer, right?" he asked, an amused smile grazing his features. It was impossible to be in a bad mood for too long around the curly haired teen.

"Yes, yes, I know that, I've just never been this excited about the vacation before!" He was still hopping around like crazy, and suddenly he stumbled over a pair of jeans and disappeared out of Kurt's sight behind the bed. There was a moment of silence. Then: "…ouch." Kurt doubled over in laughter, and he was heaving for air when Blaine got to his feet, an offended look on his face. As Kurt threw himself on the bed and clutched his stomach, writhing with laughter, Blaine couldn't help but smiling a bit.

"You're so mean, Kurt Hummel" he grumbled and pulled the chair to the bed. The overexcited smile was back and he was fidgeting when Kurt pulled himself together and sat to face Blaine.

"Oh my god, Blaine. I think someone spiked your coffee. Should I go get a nurse or something?" he teased.

"Oh shut up, you" Blaine shot back, still smiling. "Now, the awesome thing I was going to tell you." He paused and bit his lip, wondering how he should put it. "…Yes?" the taller boy encouraged.

"Well, my parents came to visit me this morning, they say hi, by the way, and told me they had a late present for my eighteenth birthday…" he babbled. "They're gonna pay, well pay most of, a three weeks long road trip through Europe." he said.

Kurt gasped and his eyes lit up. He was happy for his best friend. "Wow, Blaine, that's so awesome! Oh my god, you get to see Europe! You get to see Italy! Oh, you should go to Ro-"

"I want you to come with me." Blaine interjected.

Kurt stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes were very wide as he stared at his friend.

"I… what?" Blaine threw his head back and laughed out loud. "I knew you would react like that!" he smirked. Kurt was still quiet and a million thoughts were running through his head. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Three weeks with Blaine. Alone. Day and night. For THREE WEEKS!

"I could never afford it," was what came out. Blaine took his hands and Kurt's stomach did a flip flop. "No, listen, my parents are gonna pay for rental of the car, gas, the flights, any hotel stays, those sorts of things. They're gonna pay for some of the food as well." Glasz eyes met hazel.

"I… but Blaine, I couldn't. It's just too much to accept. I'm… I couldn't" he reasoned.

Blaine got to his knees, and the taller boy snorted at his antics. "My parents already said I should invite someone with me, it's not a problem. Really, I hate sounding like a spoiled brat, but it's really nothing to them, money-wise. Please, please, pleeeaase Kurt!" Kurt smirked and stuck his tongue out a little. "I already know you're a brat so it's OK" he said mischievously. The older boy let go of his hands and put a hand to his chest, his face contorted into an extremely offended face. "KURT! You wound me!" he yelped. They both laughed and Blaine sat back on his chair. He leaned closer and grabbed Kurt's shoulders gently. From there he led his hands slide down his arms and hold Kurt's hands again. He tilted his head to look into skyblue eyes. Kurt smiled back a bit nervously at Blaine's sincere smile.

"Kurt, please go on a road trip to Europe with me. You're my best friend, and I wouldn't want to go with anybody but you. I swear I'll make sure it's the most fun you ever had. We'll go to Rome. Or Milan. Or both! Paris?" Kurt couldn't help but chuckle. "God Blaine, you know me too well."

Oh but it would be so great to go on that trip. He was still a bit reluctant, given the fact that Blaine's parents would pay so much money, but really, he had made up his mind. It was three weeks alone on vacation with Blaine. This was just an opportunity he couldn't say no to.

"Go for days without proper facilities to do my daily routines?" he teased, but Blaine's smile grew wider. He did know Kurt too well, and he knew his answer. Kurt bit his lips and nodded, his smile growing too. "Okay." he said. "Okay, let's go to Europe!" Blaine flew up and pulled Kurt with him, dragging him around the room in a clumsy dance. "Yes! Yes! Europe, watch out! The Kurtuzaurus is coming for ya!" Blaine yelled.

Kurt suddenly stopped laughing and dancing. "Uh… Blaine?" he turned to see him. "Yeah?" he breathed. "I have to ask my dad for permission first." Blaine stopped too and his smile faltered. Burt was a good father, but not every parent would be very keen to send their kids so far away for three weeks. "Oh…" he said.

Kurt would have to ask his dad for permission to go several thousands of miles away on vacation. For three weeks. With the boy that Burt was very aware that Kurt was in love with. This should be interesting.

He scratched his neck and sighed. "Yeah…oh."