Hi everyone ! I have received a lot of good feedbacks so to thank you all I have write the first chapter of this story. I'll developped Kurt's life in France. There are a lot of new characters to take in as he is going meet his family. Hope you like it !

After an entire night in the plane, Kurt finally arrived in Belgium. Tired, even if he had slept in the plane, he followed all the others passengers who seemed to know where to go. He was lucky that this passengers did know, because, between all the corridors and how did they even know that they had to take the door on the left and take the elevator up to the floor above? Well, he finally arrive to take his suitcases. While they wait Kurt turn on his phone.

New text: "Welcome in Belgium, if you want to make a call…"

Kurt smile. He text his grandmother.

"Je suis arrivé!" ("I am here.")

"Je suis encore sur le parking-minute" ("I am stil on the short-term parking") Came the answer.

"J'attend toujours les valises" ("I am still waiting for my suitcases.")

He wait three minutes with the others before he received a new message.

"Je t'attend au Paul."

Kurts frowned. Who was this Paul? Never his grand-mother had talked about a Paul being here.

"C'est qui Paul?" ("Who's Paul?")

"La boulangerie Paul, elle s'appelle Paul." ("The bakery Paul, that how it is called.")

Kurt chuckle.

"Ok "

The first suitcase arrive to everyone relief. With his two suitcases and bag over one he walked out of the room to found himself in the great hall, hopefully he found himself directly in front of Paul.

He looked at everyone faces and found his grandmother.

She was beautiful. She was old, of course in her eighty, he supposed, she was small and tiny but at the same time lively and in a way young. She had short white hair and was wearing a black trench and had a lot of rings and bracelets. He could see that because she was taking two cups of hot beverages and food at the bar.

She turned, wave and smile at him. She showed him to sit somewhere in the bakery.

Kurt push his suitcases to a table where he sat. His grandmother paid at the bar and came quickly to join him. Kurt stood up as she put the tray on the table.

"Mamamah !" She said. "Comme tu es grand!" ("You are so tall!")

Kurt was about to hug her but found himself having to kiss her cheeks. La bise. He remember now of one of his teacher talking about it. Blushing Kurt sat at the table facing his grandmother.

"I am so happy to see you." She said in French. "You don't know how long I have hoped to see you again."

Kurt just smile back terribly thrilled to see his grand-mother.

"Take that hot chocolate and here is a Tarte au sucre. Your mother favorite cake. You must be hangry, I didn't know if they had gave you a breakfast or anything."

"They have. But it was really early though."

He started eating and while she was drinking she couldn't keep her eyes off him.

"I am so happy." She said.

"Me too, Mamie."

They eat while he told him about his travel on the plane.

"So how long is it going to take to go to your house?"

"Around an hour. Hopefully we are Saturday, they will not be a lot of traffic at that time of the day."

Kurt nodded. When they had finish, his grandmother put the tray away and took one of his suitcases going out of the airport.

Suddenly the smell of French fries assaulted him. He looked to see where it was coming from. A kiosk of French fries was opening. How could people eat Fries in the morning? Well, it was an airport after all, there is no real time in an airport.

"Yeah, I know what you are thinking, said his grandmother. But que veux-tu ? Belgium is the country of the fries after all."

Kurt smile at her. "Yeah…"

He wonder for a moment how his suitcases could enter in the small car his grand-mother owned. But she was a resourceful woman and everything entered without problems. He sat at the front next to her.

"C'est parti !" ("Let's go!")

Kurt felt asleep during the travel, but his grand-mother affirmed that there was nothing special to see, just the highway, fields and the rain.

They arrive in a huge avenue called De la Marne.

"So in which city are we again?" Asked the sleepy but excited Kurt.

"Marcq-en-baroeul." The car turn into a small neighborhood. "Here we are rue du Quesne." She said about the street.

"We are really well situated. Your new school is only three stops away in tram and you can take the tram in the other direction if you want to go to Lille."

Kurt nodded.

She smirked.

"I can assure you are going to go in Lille a lot. All the young people go there. There is everything you want to do whatever you want to do there."

"Just so you know about your school, you have to go through the park of a company to go to your school entrance, so don't worry if you are entering a private property, apparently they have signed a contract so the students can passed without problem.

- Ok.

- Here we are."

Kurt looked at the house that was to be his home for the end of the year. The house was made of red bricks and had a green wooden gate. There was a lot of leaves from the trees around so he could not really see more than the bricks and the roof.

The gate open and the car enter in a courtyard made of cobbles.

"Here." She said smiling when the car stopped. "Welcome home." Kurt smile.

"Feels good." He said and open the door. They took the suitcases out and went inside.

The entrance was sunny because of a huge window on the side of the front yard, there was a thick wooden staircase in the middle of the entrance going to a mezzanine. There was a door on the left leading to was looked like a music room, another in front of them leading to the living room, another to the dining room and the last one on his left lead to the kitchen, as he could see half of it from the dining room entrance. Behind him along the side of the window and the staircase there was a corridor leading to one door. "Here are the toilettes. If you need to go. Then I'll show you your room."

After that they took his suitcases, well he took them and his grandmother took the computer and bag. On the mezzanine there was a red carpet, a green old coach and a small old TV, there was also an old computer an on a wooden desk. Behind the coach there was tons of colorful plastic boxes which seemed to contain toys.

There was something quite picturesque in his grandmother's house. The mezzanine was turning all around the staircase, leading to nine different doors

"There are two bathrooms this door, right in front of the stairs and the second one the next to last door, the last one are the toilettes. The door here," she said while showing the door next to the second bathroom, "Lead to my study and bedroom, there is also a door between the bathroom and my room, so close your door if you want to shower!"

Kurt nodded while looking everywhere wanting to remember everything.

"There are four bedrooms, you can chose whichever you want."

"Which one was my mum's?"

She smile sadly at him and show the one door on the right of the first bathroom. He hold on his suitcase and went to the designated door.

He opened it.

There was huge window with a view on a tree, a bit separated from the wall was a desk in light wood. On the right of the window there was a set of shelves made of the same light wood with different books, videocassettes, some cuddly toys. There was a roof window on the right and the bed against the wall with the door. Behind the open door there was a white cupboard to put his cloth in.

The room was small, but he liked it. It was his mum's room.

"I have given all her clothes to charity years ago, but I couldn't take away her toys and videocassettes and photos, it look quite a lot like how she left it when she went to study in the United States."

Kurt looked at the wall on the left of the desk, there were framing pictures of his mother. She was young and was with her high school friends. On one she was cooking and playing with the dough. On the second she was dressed as a pirate with another friend of her. She seemed happy.

"You can still chose another room if you are feeling bad being…

-No. I like it." He turned to her and smile.

She nodded.

"Well, hum… People are coming over to meet you so I should go and cook."

"Wait? Who is coming?"

"Your family. Aunts, uncles, cousins everyone who could!"

"I'll help you! I am just putting my suitcases inside and I'll go downstairs."

He threw his suitcases inside and his computer on the bed and run downstairs.

The kitchen was sunny too because there was huge window and the right opening on the terrace and green garden. There was a table and chairs in the kitchen and a door on his right led to the scullery and then the garage.

They shared a smile and he washed his hands.

Around noon the entrance door opened. Kurt jumped out of curiosity.

"Mamie! C'est moi Aurélie !" ("Mamie, it's me, Aurélie !")

"J'ai rapporté un desert j'espère que ça va !" ("I have brought some desert, hope it's alright!")

"We are in the kitchen!" Said his grand-mother in French.

"Where he is, my little favorite American cousin ever?!" She sang in French while running in the kitchen. She threw what must have been a cake on the table and run to him.

She was blond and small, she had big blue eyes and a small nose. She dropped her bag on the floor and threw on it her brown leather jacket.

Kurt smiling was about to hug her when she kissed him on both cheeks. Blushing at the awkward interaction Kurt watch Aurélie laugh. "You've got to get use to that little cousin, here everyone kiss in family!"

She clapped in her hands.

"So is there anything I can do to help?!"

"No, chérie. Kurt and I are finishing. Why don't you both set the table while I take the gratin out of the oven?

"Pas de problème!" She said with a wink at Kurt.

"Follow me!"

While setting the table, Kurt and Aurélie couldn't stop their curiosity to take action.

"So how old are you?" He asked in French.

"I am twenty! And you? Seventeen, no?"

"In May, I am still sixteen."

"So you are still in high school? Wow that makes me old…"

"What do you study?"

"Architecture, I study in Brussels actually, but when I heard you were coming, I couldn't resist to come and met you! So you're going to the international school?"

"I suppose. It's Mamie who arranged everything. It was so quick that I didn't really had the time to look about my new school."

"Well it is a pretty new school, 20 years old something like that and it is actually a "subsidiary" of another high school well known in Paris."

"Did you went there?

"No, but Emeline our cousin is there, she is in Seconde."

"Seconde?"

"Hum… It's the first year in Lycée. Lycée is in English, if I remember my English courses, "high school" And there are three years in Lycée. She is fifteen."

The bell rang. "Must be my mother she always ring the same way."

"J'ouvre!" ("I'll open!")

Kurt set the last glass and went in the entrance joined by his grandmother.

Her mother, his aunt was as cheerful as Aurélie. She kiss her daughter on the cheek.

"You're already here, you?" She said to her daughter in a smile.

She was also blond with blue eyes she was a bit taller than her daughter and she was really thin, she looked like a sporty person. Actually Kurt saw a man putting two bikes on the wall outside, so they must have come by bikes even in the rain.

"I am Christine." She said while kissing him and she took him by the shoulders and looked at him.

"You really look like her."

Kurt realize that Christine must have been his mother older sister. The man came and kiss Aurélie on the cheeks.

And came and give his hand to shake to Kurt. "Yves. Christine's husband." He has brown hair and a large tommy due to the age or the beer or both, but he was thin in global. He had a really nice face.

Aurélie gave him a thumbs up and while everyone went in the living room and sat on the coaches, she clap him on the back.

"See you're learning la bise."

Kurt smirk at her as well.

She was funny.

During the afternoon, he met Yoan, Aurélie oldest brother, working in 3D videos and games. He met Kevin, Aurélie's second older brother, who was selling led light and was coming back from China. He was a really handsome boy, blond, slightly muscled and was wearing classy european style cloth.

He met is mother's eldest brother, Xavier who was just retiring, he had a beard and looked a bit like Santa Claus, his wife, Béatrice, was late, she came in the middle of the meal with her youngest daughter, Alizée, she was fourteen and had reddish-blond hair. Béatrice was a bit weird, she was talking with a small voice proposing weird games and ask him to say some words in English while repeating them like it was a play. Alizée told him, that it was normal, that her mother was eccentric. Alizée like any teenager in her situation would snap and whine at her mother to stop proposing weird activities.

He also met Alizée's eldest brother, Laurent, with also reddish-blond hair who was slowly taking the place of his father at the direction of the family business, wholesaler firm for bakeries. He was married to Renata a Polish women and had a two-years-old daughter called Elise.

He met Xavier second child, Amélie, reddish hair also, she was working in fashion, doing the relation between the brands and the magazine, taking picture in her studio. She was married to a brown-hair man, called Hubert and had a one-year-old son call: Ruben.

Apparently there was another daughter between Amélie and Alizée but she was in Paris, and Kurt couldn't remember her name.

He also met his mother younger brother, Hervé who looked like a walking smiley, taking care of their grand-mother and joking all the time, he was married to a good-looking chubby woman Magali and their daughter Emeline was going at the same school that him.

Emeline said that she would come sleep on Sunday night here to take the tram with him and show him the way to school in the morning. Kurt though she was really kind.

She was blond with curly hair and pretty blue-eyes. She was also small for her age, the same size as Alizée. She was really calm and attentive like she was actually observing every details around her.

Emeline was really interesting.

Before going everyone help cleaning so their grandmother didn't have any think to do at night.

"Let us help Ginette", had said Yves and everyone had followed.

It was five in the afternoon and it was getting dark outside. Ginette told Kurt to go and take a nap that he looked tired that she would called him for dinner, that, as they have eaten all afternoon, they would only eat a soup and bread.

Kurt when upstairs and fell asleep on his mother's bed exhausted but quite happy.

A suivre...

A hope it was not to much meeting the family all at once ! :)