Gosh, it has been a WHILE!

I am new to this so I'm sorry, still trying to work out chapters and so on, but if you're new and need to find the other two chapters, they're called (simply) 'Don't You Want Me Baby' & 'Don't You Want Me Baby-Chapter 2'

Hey, who knows, the next one might be added properly- like a chapter! Sorry for my (long) absence, exams and a holiday! Enjoy!:)

Kurt stumbled down the hall to french, arms clasped around a folder. He payed no attention to anything apart from his boots slowly pacing across the lino floor, and almost missed the turn into his class. He pulled out a chair and slumped down, throwing the red folder onto the table and preparing to blank out on this lesson, even though he usually loved french. All this Blaine and Rachel talk and angry Finn hassle was something he just couldn't be dealing with today.

"Psst,Kurt. Hey, Kurt!"

A familiar voice whispered from behind him, and in the seat where it was coming from sat a grinning Blaine.

"Blaine, why are you in my advanced French class?"

"Oh? Moi?",Blaine smiled leaning back in his seat, "I'm not entirely sure. Seems as I came from Dalton they think I'm an expert linguist."

Kurt nodded. Dalton specialised in Language as well as attractive boys in blazers.

"Hey, there's a seat next to me, move up!"

Kurt took a seat next to Blaine, smiled weakly and began writing down the notes the teacher was writing on the board. Even though he was in a horrible mood at the start of the class, everything was like it used to be back a couple of months ago. Blaine not grasping the french, Kurt teasing him and leaning over to correct the sea of errors on the page, both of them having a good time with Kurt only managing to take in about half of the vocabulary. Soon enough an hour was up and the teacher was leaning against his desk at the front of the room.

"Right, before you go class I've got an announcement. Next month, McKinley's languages department will be holding a trip to Paris. I hope you can all take advantage of the opportunity, because as an advanced class it could really be beneficial in terms of both vocabulary and absorbing french culture. Letters are pinned on the door, the deposit needs to be in by next week. Okay, dismissed."

Kurt idoly wandered out of the room, not paying attention to what had just been said, but Blaine ran like an excited puppy with two sheets of paper in his hand.

"Kurt, did you hear that?"

"What?"

" A trip! As in, FRANCE!"

Kurt looked up at Blaine, confused. He'd heard, but why the hell was Blaine so excited?

"Kurt. You know what I mean? Paris? The best fashion houses in the world, the best food, a million lightyears away from Ohio. And of course, the city of love."

Kurt stammered for a minute, before regaining his composure.

"Well, yeah, god. I'd love to go, but I practically robbed my dad and his new wife of their honeymoon to go to Dalton and, well... I don't think they could even afford that."

Blaine sighed, nodding. Kurt could tell he understood.

"I get it. Don't worry, I just know that you'd love it. It's a shame...I'd love to go too." He smiled and turned to wander down the hall.

Oh shit,Kurt thought,I've gotta go to Paris.

"No, Kurt."
"But, Dad!I know I practically stole from you to go to Dalton, and I didn't even say I wanted to go, I just casually mentioned it! And-"

"You were hinting, Kurt."

"But Dad, seriously, I know it's expensive and maybe a bit stupid of me to ask right now, but just thing how beneficial it would be to my french-"

"Kurt, No! Listen, this is so unlike you, to be so... so, misunderstanding! It cost a lot to go to Dalton, and I mean a lot. Me and Carole, we can't afford anything at the moment, never mind damn trips to Paris!"

Kurts head dropped.

"Kurt, you've had a tough couple of months. The Karofsky thing, two transfers, exams, settling in again, and I know Blaine dating Rachel is hard for you..."

"Rachel and Blaine?". Kurt's head popped up. "Why would that be hard for me?"

"Kurt, I'm dumb but I ain't stupid. I know. Is Blaine going on this trip?"

Kurt stayed silent and looked at the floor.

"I'll take that as a yes. Listen Kurt, I'm sorry. I truly am. Maybe it would be really benificialish-"

"Benificial, Dad."

"Right." Burt put his hand on Kurt's shoulder, and turned his son towards the dining room table for dinner.

Blaine's hand was in the same place the next day, sympathetically on Kurt's shoulder.

"No, Kurt, I totally understand. You must be a bit dissapointed."

"A bit? Well, yeah. You know, it's just...Paris."

Blaine nodded, and looked at the floor.

"You'd really love it, huh."

"Yep."

Kurt sighed, and glanced up at the clock above his locker.

"Blaine, it's time for class. I'll see you right?"

Blaine looked up, a sudden smile on his face.

"Right. Bye Kurt!"

Kurt looked after Blaine as he dodged around the crowds of people on their way to class, and smiled after him.

"Kurt!"

A sharp, annoying voice pierced his ears. He knew excactly who it was.

"What, Rachel?"

"I really need your help. As you probably well know, valentines day is coming up."

Shit, Valentines day!It was like 3 weeks away. Kurt hadn't even realised.

"And?"

" I need to prepare a song, for Blaine. For valentines. Something that shows off us."

Kurt sighed.

"How about 'Don't You Want Me Baby'? That's what you sang when you first met."

A large hint of bitterness was in the suggestion, without Kurt even realising.

"Um, are you suggesting Blaine doesn't want me?"

Kurt stopped and looked of Rachel.

"Of course. That's definitely what I'm suggesting."

Throwing in some sarcasm, which Kurt definitely knew about.

"Listen Kurt, if you get any ideas, text me. Okay?"

Kurt sat on the soft cream flooring of his bedroom searching for the perfect song for Berry, just so she'd leave him alone. He sat flicking through his CD book when he heard a rapt knock on the door downstairs.

"Kuurrt, Blaine's here. I'm sending him up."

Blaine? Shit! Kurt fixed his pyjamas and ran to his mirror, running his hands through his hair. Suddenly,Blaine's reflection appeared just off of his shoulder.

"Oh, um hey Blaine. I-"

"Kurt, shutup."

Kurt stopped, slightly taken aback at the cut off in the conversation.

"N-no, I, um, I didn't mean it like that. Listen just, just sit down."

Kurt sat on the silk covering of his bed, thumbs running over the runner, slightly nervous about the upcoming information from Blaine.

"Is something up?" He tried to sound as casual as possible.

"Well, yeah! It's big!"

"You broke up with Rachel?" The suggestion literally shot out of Kurt's mouth.

"What?" Blaine looked confused, but shrugged it off, "No, that's not it. Listen, you know Paris and how dissapointed you were because you couldn't go, right?"

"Yeah, Blaine, I know. And?"

"Well, Kurt, I owe you a lot. I really, really do."
Kurt sat back and crossed his legs.

"But... Blaine... you really, really don't. "

Blaine walked around the other side of the bed, forcing Kurt to twirl around on his knees and look at him.

"Kurt, I don't care if you do or you don't. We're going to Paris."

Kurt just sat and stared at him.

"Wh...What?"

Blaine excitedly jumped around, grinning, telling Kurt all about how much of a good friend he was, if it wasn't for him he'd of never met Rachel, reasoning how it would be good for their education, how he'd saved up enough for himself but then had some left over from a recent birthday and he couldn't think of how much of a better time he'd have with his... with his best friend there.

Kurt leapt off the bed and threw his arm arounds Blaine's neck.

"God, Blaine, this is amazing! I can't even... I can't put it into words, just... wow!"

After a bright laugh from Blaine, a silence fell. But it wasn't awkward, as the two boys just held onto eachother for a moment longer.

When they finally let go Kurt sat down on the bed and Blaine sat on the carpet, back resting against a white vintage french wardrobe.

"You'll have a hard time convincing my dad to let me go with you, Blainers."

"Nah, it's sorted. Burt Hummel is well and truly okay with his son having the time of his life in 'Les Paris'."

"How did you even do that?"

"Oh, Kurt, that's for me to know and you to find out." Blaine cheesily winked and Kurt laughed to himself, head bowed.

Kurt traced the patterns on the bed with his finger, his head filling up with questions.

"Blaine, um, when even is the trip? When do we leave?"

Blaine looked up and tried to remember.

"Ummmm... It's...it's theee... 9th."

"The 9th?"

"Indeed."

Kurt frowned.

"But... that means we'll be in Paris for Valentines."
Blaine stopped and looked up. The same thought came into his head too.

"Rachel." they muttered simultaneously.

"Well," Blaine stood up and sighed, "If Rachel isn't going to be there, i can't think of anybody else I'd rather spend Valentines with... to make up for the last disastrous one. Yes?"

And Kurt Hummel nearly passed out. He had to seize the opportunity.