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Thirteen adventure filled days in Europe sounds like a dream to Kurt; in fact, it's his dream honeymoon. Except, he's not the groom, it's not his honeymoon, and Dave Karofsky is the last person he expected to run into on a trans-Atlantic flight. For the Kurt OT3 Big Bang 2014. Enjoy!

Prologue:

Kurt stomped up the front steps and slammed the door as he entered the house.

"Kurt?" Burt's voice came from the kitchen. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, Dad, it's me."

"Is Blaine with you, sweetie?" Carole called.

Kurt walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table where Burt and Carole were playing cards. "No, Blaine is not with me and probably won't be anytime soon." Kurt sniffed and rubbed at his eyes. "We had an argument. I think we broke up."

"You think you broke up?" Burt asked.

"We said we'd never say goodbye to each other," Kurt explained. "He definitely said 'goodbye'."

Carole shook her head in confusion. "What happened?"

Kurt looked up at his stepmother. "Can we not talk about it tonight, please?"

Carole nodded. "Finn's upstairs. He doesn't want to talk about things tonight either."

Kurt got up and gathered a bag of Oreos, the gallon of milk and two mugs. "You don't need to talk to wallow in cookies and milk."

"Night, Kurt." He reached up and patted his son's shoulder on the way past.

"Night, Dad. Night, Carole."

He walked up the stairs, stopping at Finn's door and knocking softly.

"I said didn't want to talk about it anymore tonight," Finn called out.

"Finn, it's me," Kurt said. "We don't have to talk. I have cookies and milk."

"Are you alone?" Finn asked, his voice sounding closer than before.

"Just me," Kurt sighed. He heard the lock click and the door opened. Finn peered out into the hall suspiciously, before he smiled softly and opened the door, allowing Kurt to pass.

"Sorry, I didn't want to have to deal with Mom and Burt, or Blaine and his constant peppiness," Finn said. "You're ok though."

Kurt smiled at that. "You won't have to worry about Blaine and his constant peppiness." He put the milk and glasses on Finn's desk and sat on the bed with the cookies. "I don't expect he'll be around much anymore."

"Wait, what?" Finn asked as he sat on the bed across from Kurt. He picked up an envelope and moved it to his bedside table. "Is something going on with you and Blaine?"

"No, there is nothing going on with Blaine and me," Kurt chuckled darkly.

"Sorry, dude, it just sounded like you were having problems," Finn explained as he picked at a thread on his bed.

Kurt reached out and put his hand over Finn's, he waited until Finn's eyes met his. "We broke up."

"Shit, Kurt," Finn exclaimed. "This is like the worst day ever. C'mere." Finn pulled Kurt into a hug. "What happened?"

Kurt pulled away, "I'm sure you can understand when I say I don't really want to talk about it just yet."

"Sure, sure," Finn nodded. "But, when you do…"

"When I'm ready, I'll come see you," Kurt smiled. "I know where to find you."

A brief look of panic filtered across Finn's face. "Yeah, about that…" He reached over and picked up the envelope he had cast aside before.

Kurt sat up and reached across for the mugs and the milk. "Want some?" he asked as he held the mug out to Finn.

"Yeah," Finn nodded.

Kurt filled both mugs and then put the milk back on the desk. "What's in the envelope? Did you apply to another school?"

"No," Finn shook his head. "So, Rachel and I didn't really plan a honeymoon. She said it wasn't important and we didn't need to waste money on that. We were going to go up to Columbus for the weekend, after the wedding, stay in a hotel, and…" Finn blushed and shook his head.

Kurt scrunched up his nose. "Do I really need to hear about that part?"

Finn shook his head. "No, no you're right, that doesn't really matter. But Rachel kept saying in the fall when we got to New York, we'd take another weekend away and that would be perfect for her." Finn thrust the envelope out towards Kurt. "This was supposed to be a wedding gift from Mom and Burt."

"You want me to look at it?" Kurt asked. Finn nodded. Kurt took the envelope and opened the papers. He read the first few slowly, his eyes widening, his mouth twisting into a smirk. "They were going to send you to Europe. You and Rachel were going to get to go to Europe. Fuck. My. Life."

Finn started to laugh, choking slightly on a mouthful of milk. "Dude, I don't think I can handle you saying that word."

Kurt looked at Finn like he was losing his mind. "What?"

"The f-word. I've never heard you say that word before," Finn laughed. "It's kinda trippin' me out."

"Jerk!" Kurt tossed the papers back at Finn. "I say 'fuck' plenty."

"Stop! Stop!" Finn hissed, still laughing. "I swear I've never heard you say 'fuck' before."

Kurt tilted his head to the side, his face twisting into a smirk. "You're probably right. But it doesn't mean I don't say it plenty." Kurt twisted an Oreo open and licked at the filling. "I mean, if you asked Blaine, he could confirm it for you I'm sure. And also, FYI, he says it plenty too."

"Argh," Finn screamed. "Uncool Kurt, really uncool!"

"Says the man who was trying to talk to me about the honeymoon plans of my best friend and brother," Kurt said. He munched on the chocolate cookies.

"Fair point," Finn acknowledged.

"That would have been quite the wedding gift," Kurt said softly.

Finn shrugged, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Surprise honeymoon. It would have been more like what Rachel deserves, compared to anything I could have offered her on my own, that's for sure."

"Now what, though?" Kurt asked. "Why did they give it to you now?"

"Mom and Burt said I could still go," Finn shrugged. "That I should go."

"So, you're going to take Rachel on your this-should-have-been-our-honeymoon trip to Europe?" Kurt asked incredulously.

"What? No, I'm not going to take Rachel," Finn exclaimed. "Do you think I should take Rachel?"

"No, no," Kurt agreed as he shook his head. "But who are you going to take? You're not going to go alone are you?"

"Good," Finn said. "I think taking Rachel would send the wrong idea, you know." Finn leaned back against the wall. "I don't want to go alone though. That's just sad."

Kurt nodded.

"I thought about asking Puck, cause he's like my oldest friend," Finn said.

"Sure, Puck," Kurt said. He busied himself with the package of Oreo trying not to feel disappointed that Finn was going to Europe. "But do you think this kind of trip is really Puck's thing? Does he even have a passport?"

"Hey, it would be a free trip, it's totally Puck's thing," Finn said laughing. "But no, you are right, he probably doesn't have a passport." Finn nudged Kurt with his foot. "Kurt. Kurt, look at me."

"What?" Kurt asked. He looked up from the cookie he had just untwisted. Finn was just kind of staring at him. His mouth was twisted into a grimace of sorts, but his eyes danced with mischief.

"I think Mom and Burt were hoping we'd go together. You and me, brotherly bonding kind of thing. I just couldn't see you wanting to go with me. I mean I didn't think you'd want to leave Blaine, here in Lima, or go to Europe without him."

"Wait... Finn? Are you - do you - " Kurt flushed, shaking his head.

"I mean if you and Blaine are broken up, there's no reason for you to stick around, right?" Finn asked. "So as long as you aren't terribly disappointed that your trip to Europe is with your giant goofball of a brother and not your boyfriend; then yeah, why don't you come with me?"

"Oh my God, Finn," Kurt breathed out. "It's Europe! Of course I want to go." Kurt launched himself at Finn, pushing them back against the wall, hugging him tightly. "I can't believe I'm going to Europe; I'm going to Paris!"

"It's not too weird that this should have been my honeymoon right?" Finn teased when Kurt pulled back.

"As long as you're fine that you're taking your gay brother along with you on your honeymoon," Kurt teased back.

"Just remember this when it's your turn, dude," Finn scoffed. "I'm totally expecting to be invited along to Tahiti or Maui or where ever you end up honeymooning."

Kurt let his head fall back as he truly laughed for the first time in quite some time; it was very cathartic, especially once Finn joined him, the two of them reaching for the other to hold onto through the convulsions. He figured it wasn't all that important to tell Finn that Paris was actually his dream honeymoon destination. This wasn't a honeymoon; well, it wasn't Kurt's honeymoon, and it was only kind of Finn's. Even if the 'groom' and the destination were everything a sixteen-year-old Kurt Hummel could have dreamed of.

A couple of quick knocks to the door found them both gasping for air as they tried to speak past the laughter.

"Come in," Finn managed to choke out.

The door opened slowly, revealing the somewhat startled but amused faces of their parents.

"Everything all right in here?" Burt asked.

"It seems a little more jovial than we would have expected," Carole explained.

Finn nodded. "Everything's good. We're ok."

"I just had to promise to take Finn on my honeymoon when I'm finally able to get married," Kurt said, as if that might explain everything.

Burt looked from his son to his stepson, and back to his son, trying to make sense of things while the boys tried to get their laughter under control.

"Since I'm taking him on mine now," Finn laughed.

"Since you're taking him on your - oh, oh," Carole exclaimed. She clasped her hands together and beamed at her boys. " You're going to take Kurt to Europe with you."

Finn nodded. "I wasn't sure he'd want to go with me, but apparently Europe is such a big deal that Kurt can put up with me in exchange for London, Rome and Paris."

Kurt shook his head. "I think it could actually be a lot of fun for us, Finn. It'll be like the family vacation we never had, except we don't have to take our parents along." Kurt smiled sweetly at his dad, and Carole while Finn began laughing again.

"Sides...hurt...s'much…" Finn gasped.

"Okay, okay; everyone take a deep breath and calm down a minute," Burt said calmly. "I'm glad you've decided to take Kurt with you Finn. Especially since I was feeling a little guilty about the trip to begin with since it's not a big secret how much Kurt has wanted to go to Europe, Paris especially."

Kurt shrugged, "It's ok, Dad. I understand, it is a big trip and it was really sweet to try and surprise them like that. Just remember this when it's my turn, ok? And that I promised Finn he could tag along."

Burt sighed and shook his head. "There are a couple of things Carole and I wanted to talk to you about, Finn, about the trip, and since you're going along with him Kurt, we might as well get it over with now."

"If you look at the package and the details carefully, you'll notice there are some events that involve drinking and clubs," Carole began. "The legal age to consume alcohol is eighteen throughout Europe, so while you're underage here, you won't be over there. We want you to participate, and have a good time, but please be responsible about the amount you are drinking. Try not to overdo it."

"It only makes sense, with the two of you going, that you keep an eye out for each other," Burt said.

"Have your fun, have your adventures," Carole said, "just be the safe and responsible young men we know you are."