Long A/N today, but please read this: I changed my name. Yeah, eh, won't be doing that again anytime soon, so no worries.

Shameless self-promotion: I wrote another oneshot called Just Reach Out And Touch Me. There's some sexiness, the Warblers and Blaine in a leather jacket. Nuff said.

I realize that this story is getting rather long, and there will probably be around five more chapters.

I've been crazy busy and having extreme cravings for this. Yet this chapter is still mostly silly rubbish (yeah, that tend to be my style), but if you feel like it I would still really really love a review :p

Also: I love you. You're awesome. Thank you.

The song is Crazy Little Thing Called Love as sung by Michael Bublé. It's good stuff (and I can't help but think it's just perfect for Blaine).

I do not own Glee or the song. But you knew that.


"Yes. Dad, I'm fine. Yeah, no I was just worried about you; you didn't pick up your phone. No, really I'm fine." Kurt was pacing around the room while talking to his dad on the phone. Blaine was sprawled out on the bed shirtless, leaning on the headboard and following his boyfriend with his eyes.
"Yeah uhm..." Kurt said. Blaine noticed Kurt blushing. "Yeah, We're having a really good time."
Blaine smirked.
"Don't worry about me dad, we're all good. I'll call if I need anything, okay? I love you too. Say hi to Carole for me. Bye" Kurt hung up and sighed. Then he eyed his boyfriend on the bed.

"Hey you," he smirked while walking to the curly haired boy. Blaine reached for him, and he crawled onto the bed, letting Blaine envelope him in his arms. He loved being the little spoon. He could feel Blaine stick his nose in his hair and breathe.

"Hey," he breathed. "How's Burt?"

Kurt rubbed Blaine's arm with his fingertips.

"He's fine. Nothing was wrong yesterday, him and Carole were just having a day without the kids and their phones. Finn was at Puck's."
Blaine hummed his understanding and there was a comfortable silence for some time. Then Blaine spoke.

"Come on. This is our last day in Rome. Let's make the best of it." He stood and pulled Kurt to his feet in spite of the whine the porcelain skin boy emitted.


The Trevi fountain really was impressive, Kurt decided. And beautiful. But then again, so was Blaine. Kurt watched him as he was having a conversation in Italian with an elder man. He let his eyes wander from Blaine's feet with the black flip flops to the strong legs and his ass that was presented to him perfectly by the knee long beige chino shorts. He eyed the strong back with the white tee, the muscles rippling with every gesture Blaine made with his hands. He looked at those, then. Broad hands with calloused fingertips that felt fantastic on Kurt's skin. Then he listened to Blaine's voice. Deep and warm. Kurt smiled to himself when the thought that this was what maple syrup would sound like popped into his head.
The curly haired boy was still talking in Italian and it did some things to Kurt. He took a step forward and took his lovers hand. Blaine smiled at him and ended his conversation with the stranger.

"Did I ever tell you how sexy it is when you speak Italian?" Kurt purred. Blaine smiled softly and kissed his forehead.

"Roberto was just telling me that they filmed a scene for some blockbuster the other day in the fountain. It's really crazy, the tourists were just flocking to see the actors." Blaine told Kurt excitedly.

"Hmmm," Kurt answered but his eyes were fixed on the hand that was caressing Blaine's tanned arm. Blaine apparently didn't notice Kurt's change of mood, because he turned to look at the fountain.

"Blaine? I wanna go back to the hotel," Kurt mumbled.

Blaine still didn't notice anything. "Are you okay? Because we still have a few places we haven't seen if you're up for it."

Oh god, could the boy be more oblivious.

Blaine then said something Kurt didn't hear, the rush of blood loud in his ears. Blaine turned to him again and tilted his head to look at Kurt at the lack of an answer. The porcelain boy lifted his eyes and met his boyfriend's.

Blaine gasped when he saw the bedroom look in the piercing blue eyes. He gulped audibly. Kurt stepped closer.

"You know, I never did get to reciprocate for last night," he said for only Blaine to hear. Hazel eyes looked at him for a second, taking in the smirk and the blown pupils in the blue. Blaine then turned abruptly, pulling Kurt with him by the hand. Behind him he heard his boyfriend laugh melodically.


This time, as they drove out of the city, it was Kurt that was bouncing. Blaine had an amused glint in his eyes as he looked at him.

"Wow, aren't you excited?" he said teasingly, but Kurt didn't notice it.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm really excited." He fisted his hands and waved them around a little, banging his feet on the floor of the car and squealing. "I'm going to Paris! Paris, yeah? It's Paris we're talking about here. I can't handle it. I can't. Huh, breathe Kurt. Breathe." He took a few steadying breaths and Blaine snickered.

"We have to get there first, okay? We have to do some roadtrippin' too," Blaine said, making the word sound somewhat gangter-ish. Kurt smiled, nodded and took his hand.

"Can't wait," he said gently.


At night they had past a small town called Modena, the trip being so long because they had driven along the east coast, stopping when they saw a village or area they wanted to explore. This time they had stopped at a hotel, looking for something to eat. As they entered the café on the first floor, Kurt flailed shortly. "Ohmygod, Blaine! I love this!" Blaine stopped and looked at his boyfriend before scanning the room.

The floors and tables where the only white things in the room, everything else was set in dusty baby blue, yellow and pink. Even the bar was light blue with high stools, and there were booth alongside the walls. In the back of the room, situated so every table would be able to see it, was a stage. The female waiters wore costumes that Blaine supposed were meant to be sexy, short skirts and small, white aprons around their waists. They were wearing rollerblades as well, and everything kind of looked like something out of "Grease" or any other movie that made fun of the sixties.

"Eh… You do?" Blaine asked. It was definitely a fun place, but he didn't think Kurt would like it this much.

"Yes, it's awesome? Can we stay? We can drive on tomorrow," Kurt asked with a smile and he giggled as one of the waiters rolled by in her costume and a milkshake in a tall glass on her tray.

"Sure. I'll go park the car."

When Blaine got back, Kurt was sitting at the bar, a male waiter flirting heavily with him. Kurt could do nothing but smile and look away, slightly uncomfortable at the attention. Blaine walked up behind him and shot the waiter a look as he wound his arm securely around his beautiful boyfriend. They went to sit at a table, and Kurt was still glowing with excitement.

"Seriously, Kurt, I never thought you would like this kind of place," Blaine said and took Kurt's hand on the table.

Kurt leaned forward a bit "yeah, nobody really knows, but I kinda got a kink for these sixties – rockabilly things" he said in a confidential tone. Blaine choked a bit when he heard the word kink leave his lips. Kurt noticed his openmouthed stare.

"Oh! No! I mean, kink is such a strong word, I just mean I think it's kind of f-…"

"Kurt!" Blaine interjected. "I know. It's cool," he said with a smile.

Dinner was cozy and fun, both of them enjoying the music coming from the old jukebox in the corner. When they were done, they checked in and got a room. It was the same style as the restaurant and, they soon figured, the rest of the hotel. Blaine looked at their bulletin board and they were both immensely excited when he read one of the notes as "Karaoke nights in the restaurant – live band" and that that night was one of them. They made their way down there and found an empty booth. There were some people, but the place was far from crowded. A fairly talented girl was singing Everyday by Buddy Holly and there was a nice atmosphere in the room.

Suddenly Blaine got up and was back ten minutes later with two vanilla milkshakes and a goofy smile on his face.

"What's up with you?" Kurt smirked, his heart melting just a little at the sight of the tanned boy.

"No'dn" Blaine said and slumped down beside him.

For a while they sat there, singing along to the songs and looking at the band. It was mixed in the funniest way, a couple of spindly boys not much older than them on drums and guitar, a woman her mid thirties on the bass and a man way over sixty on the piano. Kurt had just snuggled up beside his boyfriend and was zoning out a little when the owner stepped onto the scene for the untempth time and announced the next one to go on stage. He startled when he heard the name "Blaine Anderson" clear in between the Italian words. Blaine stood up and kissed Kurt on the tip of his nose, laughing at the stunned expression on the light boy's face. He walked to the stage and stepped into the lights, in his dark jeans and tight white t-shirt, not looking the least nervous. He took a hold of the large microphone and pulled it towards himself.

"Evening everybody. I'm here from America with my boyfriend, and I just found out tonight that he," he smirked shortly, looking in Kurt's direction, "looooves the sixties. So there's a song I would like to sing to him and to you guys. It's not exactly from that time, but it sort of sounds like it."

He then said it again in Italian, and Kurt noticed some people get up and leave. Most stayed, and they clapped as well, not looking uncomfortable or judgmental at the least. Hm. Kurt thought. It's good to see that homophobia ain't an issue everywhere.

Blaine had turned on the stage and was talking to the band. He then turned to the microphone and said something in the foreign language again. A slightly overweight man got up from one of the tables and went to the scene. He pulled out a trumpet from behind the curtains and got ready. People were mumbling and rustling a bit, but then the music started.

It started out with the bass, drums and piano but soon the trumpet joined in, and Kurt laughed when he recognized the song. Blaine grabbed the microphone in a very rock'n'roll like way and leaned forward, bending his knees towards each other and singing.

"This thing called love. I just can't handle it. This thing called love, I must get round to it. I ain't ready for this crazy little thing called love."

People got up to dance as Blaine sang on, moving around on the stage and doing a dance step here and there, wiggling his hips in a way that would have made Elvis jealous. At the chorus he pointed to the booth where Kurt said and sang with all his heart.

"There goes my baaaby, he knows how to rock'n'roll. He drives me crazy. He gives me hot and cold fever then he leaves me in a cool, cool sweat." He leaned backwards, faking that he was falling and moaning in an almost sinful way. Kurt couldn't help but bob in his seat and smile like a crazy idiot. He really did love this song, and it was just so much better when it was Blaine's delicious voice singing it. And he definitely liked the thought of Blaine on a motorbike. A lot.

The audience clapped along to the song as it neared its end, and now Kurt was standing, swaying along and clapping and smiling at the curly haired boy dancing on the scene.

"A crazy little thing called love, called love. Crazy little thing called love. Crazy little thing called love, called love. A little thing called love. Crazy little thing called love."

The song was over and everybody in the restaurant clapped and whistled, nobody having been able to resist the charm of the young boy on stage. Blaine thanked the band and got a clap on the shoulder from the old man with the trumpet. Blaine stepped down from the scene and went to Kurt, now standing in front of the scene. The porcelain skinned boy took his hands, smiling widely.

"Did you like it?" Blaine asked, knowing the answer. Kurt leaned his forehead on his.

"I did. A lot." Blaine smiled goofily again and Kurt giggled.

"Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"I think we should check out if the bed in our room is as awesome as the rest of this hotel."

Blaine smirked and his eyes got slightly darker.

"Great idea."