Kurt set his small Marc Jacobs suitcase down on a chair. "Blaine, can you watch the bags? I have to use the bathroom." He couldn't even hold it in long enough to wait for Blaine's answer. He dashed into the first available stall he could find. Thank God! Just in time! He sighed with relief. There was a long line at security, so it took them forever to get past.
Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door. "Kurt?"
"Blaine?"
"I know I was supposed to watch the bags, but I have to pee, too!" he whined.
Kurt laughed. "Okay, Blaine. I'm almost done." He zipped up his pants and opened the door. Blaine stepped in quickly and shut it again.
He leaned one hand against the top of the door and struck a playfully seductive pose. "Hey there, Kurt." He raised his thick eyebrow.
Kurt put his hands on his hips, pretending to be annoyed. "I thought you had to pee."
"That's what I thought, too. Until I realized there was something else I needed down there."
Kurt snorted, wrapping his arms around Blaine's shoulders. "You are such an idiot."
"But I'm your idiot!" Blaine said in a cute, childish voice, tapping Kurt's nose with his finger. With an open mouth, Blaine moved in closer, giving Kurt a perfect opportunity to push his tongue straight inside. Blaine was starting to squat down, pushing Kurt closer to the toilet.
"Blaine, there is no way I am sitting on that!" Kurt hissed. So Blaine turned around, setting himself down on the toilet seat.
"Get up on me," Blaine whispered, patting his lap. Kurt straddled Blaine, kissing his neck aggressively. His teeth scraped against Blaine's skin once in a while.
Suddenly, they heard a disgusted shout from outside the bathroom. "Shit," Blaine whispered.
Kurt bit his lip, staring at Blaine's big hickey. "Um..Blaine?" Blaine looked down and quickly realized what Kurt was talking about. He pushed his bowtie all the way up to the top of his neck.
They exited the stall to see a snobby looking man in a puke green colored suit. He glared at Blaine. "Excuse me sir, but your bowtie is too high."
"Okay." Blaine shrugged. The man gave them one more angry glance through his thick spectacles and then stepped into a stall. Kurt rolled his eyes and stuck up his middle finger. They washed their hands and went back to the chairs where their bags were.
"The flight to Paris, France boards in five minutes!"
Kurt picked up half of the bags, and Blaine took the other half. "Where's the terminal?" Kurt asked.
Blaine pointed to a line of people right next to the Starbucks. "Over there."
Kurt squinted at the front of the line and saw a familiar puke green suit. "Are you kidding me? That snob with the atrocious suit is on our flight!"
Kurt and Blaine took out their passports and boarding passes. The security guard scanned their passes and checked their passports. She smiled at them. "Have a good trip!"
Kurt bounced excitedly as they got on the plane. "I can't believe we're finally going to Paris together!" They found their seats by the back of the plane and placed their luggage above their heads.
Blaine hopped into his seat. "They're so soft!" he exclaimed, rubbing his palms against the seat.
"We'll be taking off in about fifteen minutes!" the pilot announced.
Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand. "Blaine, what's wrong?"
"I'm kind of scared of heights," he whispered.
"But you climb on furniture all the time!"
"Yeah, but I don't like being thousands of feet in the air!" The plane began to move, and Blaine shivered, clinging tighter to Kurt's hand. Kurt hugged Blaine, stroking his head like a puppy.
"It's okay, Blaine," he whispered. The plane began to lift into the air. Kurt hugged Blaine into his chest. Finally, the pilot announced that it was safe to get up.
Blaine smirked as Kurt let him go. "Hey, Kurt. I wasn't really afraid."
"Then why did you…Oh, you sneaky bastard!" Kurt swatted Blaine. "I need to use the bathroom again." He kissed Blaine's cheek before getting up. Kurt accidentally ran into someone when he was trying to open the bathroom door. "Oh, I'm sorry!" he cried. Then he looked up. It was the man in the puke suit. "Oh."
The man smiled, showing his yellow, crooked teeth. "Go ahead, but I must remind you that there's only enough room for one person in the lavatory."
"Yes, thank you for the reminder!" Kurt said insincerely. He went inside and slammed the door shut. "What a jerk," he muttered.
Kurt went back to his seat. Blaine looked up. "Hey, Kurt I saw that guy by the bathroom. Did he bother you?"
"I must remind you there's only enough room for one person in the lavatory," Kurt mimicked in a nasal voice.
Blaine laughed. "He's such a prude. Don't worry. We won't have any bathroom rules when we live together!"
"No bathroom rules?" Kurt gasped. "Well we have to figure out a way to make sections for my moisturizing products and your hair gel!"
Blaine nodded. "You're right. My hair gel is very important!"
Kurt shook his head, amused. "One day I'm going to hide all your hair gel. You know, natural is trendier these days."
"No way!" Blaine insisted. "I'm not going out with a cloud on my head."
Kurt pouted. "Would you rather have that sticky crap in your hair or would you rather have your adorable boyfriend on your lips?" Blaine pretended to rub his chin contemplatively. "Blaine!" Kurt cried.
"I'm just kidding! Of course I'd pick you!"
"Good!" Kurt pulled Blaine's face into his warm, soft lips. "And I'd pick you over all the moisturizing products in the world."
The flight attendant came down the aisle with a cart full of wool blankets. When she came to the back of the plane where Kurt and Blaine were sitting, she smiled. "One or two blankets?"
Blaine grinned at Kurt. "One!"
She laughed and handed them the blanket. "That's what I thought."
Kurt reclined his seat and threw the blanket over his legs, offering the other half to Blaine. Blaine pulled on the corner, tucking his knees under the blanket. "Good night, Kurt."
"Good night, Blaine." As Kurt began to doze off, his head drooped to the side, resting on Blaine's shoulder. "Paris tomorrow morning!" Kurt mumbled happily before drifting off to sleep.
Blaine woke up to the sound of the pilot's announcement. "We will be landing in Paris now. Please fasten your seatbelts and put up all trays. The flight attendant came around to make sure everyone was prepared.
Blaine nudged Kurt. "Hey, Kurt!" Kurt blinked a few times before sitting up straight. "We're landing in Paris!" Blaine pulled the blanket up to his chin. "Kurt, aren't you going to ask if I'm afraid of landing?"
Kurt smirked. "I'm not falling for that one again." But eventually Kurt melted and held Blaine's hand.
Twenty minutes later, the plane came to a complete stop. The pilot went on speaker again. "We have just successfully landed in Paris!" All the passengers clapped.
Blaine reached up, trying to grab their luggage. Kurt laughed. "I'll get it, silly!" He pulled out the suitcase and gave it to Blaine. A shuttle arrived at the airport to bring them to their hotel.
When they stepped out of the shuttle, Kurt's jaw dropped. "It's gorgeous!" The ten story building had windows with gold frames and a rotating door. The interior design was even more impressive. A chandelier hung in the lobby. Around it were loveseats made of a dark red leather. Kurt walked up to the front desk and cleared his throat, ready to demonstrate his fluency in French that he had worked several years to achieve. He told the man at the desk that he had reservations for six weeks. The man looked up their names and gave them two room keys.
They went inside the elevator to get to their room on the fourth floor. Kurt set down the luggage and then went straight to the window. He beckoned for Blaine to come over. Kurt threw the shades open. From their room, they had a panoramic view of the beautiful streets. "Look at it, Blaine!" He put his arm around Blaine. "An entire romantic summer here!"