Chapter 2

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On the way to find Kurt, Rory pretty much filled Blaine in on everything about the Doctor. From the time traveling to the bunk beds to the outbursts of very fast talking to the fact that to him every article of clothing is cool. But as soon as Rory started talking about Amy, Blaine lost him. He talked on and on about her hair and eyes and smile and how 'utterly gorgeous' she was. Soon Blaine just tuned him out and began to look around. He smiled and felt excited as he heard all the conversations that Rory had explained earlier were translated. Not that Blaine would've needed it. He'd been taking French since he was 6.

"Would you like these pearls, madame? They complement your eyes!"

"Peas! Get your fresh warm peas!"

"Crepes! Fresh Crepes!"

"Hand-made cloth! Woven from the finest silk!"

"Did you hear?"

"Blaine, how are you!"

Blaine looked around. Who would be calling his name?

"Hello!" a voice said from behind his ear.

Blaine jumped about a foot in the air. "AHH!"

"Oh. Sorry about that. Are you always this jumpy? Well, I can't seem to find Kurt. But since you know him the best, where do you think he would be?" The Doctor said very quickly.

Rory was right. He does talk fast. Blaine thought, before answering, "Well knowing Kurt, he probably will be in some famous art museum. He likes things like that. "

"Of course! The Louvre! Come along, Pond!" The doctor said, running away. Blaine and Rory followed, trying to keep up.

The Louvre was beautiful. When Kurt got there he just sort of stared up at it for a couple of minutes, before shaking his head and going in. The first thing he saw was a huge gallery. Everything was so beautiful, from the paintings to the ceilings to the floors. He quickly went up to a guard and asked where the Van Gogh paintings were. He was there not two minutes before feeling a tap on his shoulder. He quickly turned around, feeling guilty. He sighed with relief. It was just Amy.

"Hey. Look over here. It's here now, too."

"What's here?" Kurt asked.

"The painting." She pointed to the famous painting of a vase with sunflowers in it.

"What about it?" Kurt asked.

"Look more closely." Amy said, mysteriously.

Kurt stepped directly in front of the painting before seeing what she meant. On the side of the vase, scrawled in what seemed to be Vincent Van Gogh's handwriting. It said 'To Amy' To Amy? Amy? That didn't mean that... it can't be that... she met...

"Yup. I met Vincent Van Gogh. He's quite nice, he is. And quite a flirt. But sadly, I have a husband." Amy whispered.

Suddenly Kurt was extremely jealous of Amy. Just as Kurt was about to say something he would probably have regretted, he heard a voice that echoed through gallery quite loudly.

"Geronimo!"

"Oh my god. Here we go again. Kicked out of yet another museum, Doctor." Amy said, seeming quite irritated.

"Amelia. Stop being so whiny!" The Doctor spoke, he himself sounding more whiny than she had. "We have places to go! People to see! Let's move!"

Kurt tagged along behind all of the others, still looking about, and Blaine stepped back in order to talk to him

"Why did you go to the Louvre? Why not the Eiffel Tower? Or the Market?"

"Because I've always wanted to see the Mona Lisa. I still haven't gotten to, but being in the same place it is, is enough."

Blaine thought about that as he walked along before saying to Kurt, "I get what you mean. I mean art is beautiful and all, but I can get comfort with knowing it's there."

"Well then, if you want us to be such cliche tourists, we can go to the Eiffel Tower too," Kurt pretended to be exasperated with the boy beside him, but in all honesty, he was feeling like they were even more connected and loved him even more.

"Hey!" The Doctor shouted. "Let's go to the Eiffel Tower, while we're here."

Kurt turned to look at Blaine, his face filled with both fear and excitement. "Can he read minds? What kind of meds is he on? Are they British meds?"

"I am on NO SUCH MEDS! Let's go!" The Doctor shouted.

Amy smiled and whispered, "He's on drugs." Everyone tried hard to suppress a laugh as they walked.

"She could be Lily Evans. From Harry Potter," Kurt murmured under his breath, half a smile on his face.

Blaine overheard him and smiled softly as the group continued walking through the streets of Paris.

As the posse climbed the stairs of the Eiffel Tower because Kurt had insisted the elevators were installed for overweight 40-year-old men who were only in Paris with their wives because they think they were going to get lucky later that night in the hotel room, not healthy young adults like them. The Doctor had snickered when Kurt mentioned the word young and Kurt couldn't imagine why. He had to admit, the Doctor was quite attractive for a doctor. Blaine was still surprised that Kurt was so insistent on exercise. Nonetheless Blaine still had his foot on the first step before any of the rest of them went up the stairs, though Amy and Rory took the elevator. After the remark that Kurt had made, the Doctor downright laughed when Rory suggested they take the elevator.

"What's so funny?" Kurt exclaimed, frowning slightly, "Michelle Obama says that exercise is the most important thing for our children today. Personally, I think abstinence is second. After what happened to Quinn last year, I do not want any more baby daddy dramas. Honestly, kids are whores these days and you never know who the father might be. Thank God for Maury."

Blaine laughed the hardest out of all three of them, and was out of breath the entire way up after that. But when they got to the top they all took a stand-still. Not just because Rory and Amy were holding hands and kissing, but because it was so beautiful. The view stretched for miles, and as it was almost night, the lights of Paris glowed.

Both Kurt and Blaine had disgusted looks on their faces as they watched Rory and Amy kiss. Suddenly Amy turned around and said, "What are you looking at?"

Kurt looked away, blushing, "Oh, nothing. Just the beautiful city of love."

"And the making of it," coughed Blaine under his breath. Kurt elbowed him in the ribs and he stumbled backwards into the Doctor, who was laughing so hard he was about to fall over.

Blaine stared at the Doctor's bow tie for a full five awkward minutes, poking at it with his finger before the Doctor slapped it away.

Kurt walked over to the edge and stared out at the view. Before suddenly turning back to have the Doctor staring over his shoulder.

"Paris. Beautiful city. Gorgeous streets. Gotta love it." The Doctor said quietly, almost whispering in Kurt's ear. Kurt felt a shiver go down his spine. His heart was pounding.

Kurt had often imagined him and Blaine in Paris together one day. On their honeymoon, of course. But now all he could imagine was him and the Doctor traveling together.

Kurt was falling for a man with a big blue box. But he didn't know it yet.