"Come on baby, finish up packing. The taxi will be here in fifteen minutes!" Blaine throws himself onto the big bed, face-first, right next to Kurt's big light blue suitcase.
"Should I pack the black swimming trunks or the green ones?" Kurt holds up the garments in question, while Blaine buries his head in the pillows and moans.
"Doesn't matter. We probably won't have that much time for sunbathing anyway."
Kurt sits next to Blaine and runs a hand through his boyfriend's messy curls. "You're right, Blaine. I guess I'm just afraid of meeting your family. Who doesn't want to leave a good impression," Kurt chuckles.
"Oh Kurt, you don't need to be nervous, my family won't care what you're wearing. They just want to meet my fiancé!" Blaine sits up and takes the taller man's hands into his lap. "My Nana has been bugging me for months and months, and so has my auntie. All they ever say is, Blaine, show us that handsome friend of yours, bring him over to Roma, we'll make tiramisu for you two little lovebirds!"
"Well that's good, I can never say no to a good tiramisu," Kurt grins. "Seriously though. I'm still kind of scared. I only know two phrases in Italian: voglio un gelato al cioccolato per favore and dov'è la boutique di Dolce & Gabbana?"
Pushing the suitcase to the side and pinning his fiancé down on the bed, Blaine caresses the curve of Kurt's neck and whispers in his ear, "Don't forget the best one: Ti amo!"
The taxi driver has to honk three times before they finally hurry out of the house, bags in hand, with sweaty hair and glimmering eyes.