Thanks InLovewithDarren for the beta work!

Today I wrote 400 words of a part of this story that is quite far away because it was raining here and I always pictured that scene to have some running under the rain. What I'm trying to say is that this chapter is only cute because it was already written but beware for the future, my emotions have been messy lately and they could end up in here.

Chapter 10

The visit

They were on their way to the airport and Kurt felt he was doing a fine job of not freaking out yet.

"I'm only going to ask this as your friend once, so think before you answer me. You really don't need me to come over?" Santana asked, "Because I'm going to give it to him, Cooper is good, but this is a whole new level, Kurt. Blaine's fame is worldwide and the trip there is only one way. I just want you to know the world you're entering because I can't take you out of there later if you don't like it."

"Shit, Santana. When did you become so intense?" He sighed. Maybe not that much of a good job. "Sorry, I do appreciate the intention. I guess I'm not as calm as I'd like to think. The decision is taken, the timing is good and it will just get worse if we keep hiding. If you tag along it's just going to make this look like a bigger thing that we want it to be and I trust Cooper. It's going to be okay."

"Okay, okay. I'll respect that, my little WAG," she made a face as if she was considering it and added, "Maybe HAB? I'll let the media make that decision…"

Kurt was confused. "What's going on?"

"You're so not ready for this, Hummel. WAGs are Wives And Girlfriends of soccer players, well, football I guess because the term is British. HABs are Wimbledon female players' Hubbies And Boyfriends." Santana explained, all said in one breath. "You're kind of a whole new term, congrats!"

"You're kidding me, right?" Kurt asked incredulous.

"Not even a little, to my disdain. Welcome to your new world, my friend! But, hey!" she added, "You get to go to Milan's Fashion Week… which is a total WAG thing to do now that I think about it, but anyway…"

"There are so many things that are wrong with that sentence."

"I do know that, but that's the shit you gotta get used to, babe. This isn't Broadway anymore. Don't act as if you don't know it, you saw your dad and Blaine`s campaign." Santana said.

"I know, I do. No need for you to get on board, though." Kurt said.

"I'm better than that and you know it. Just reminding you that most people aren't my level of awesome, my precious snowflake."

Kurt rolled his eyes and took the chance to get out of the car and avoid answering.

"Be good and don't do anything stupid, ok?" Said Santana as he hugged her goodbye.

"Yes, mom."

"What do we ask ourselves to know how bad an idea is?" She asked in the tone she would use on a seven year old.

"Is Santana going to shout if she learns about this?" Kurt answered. If we followed that we'd never do anything, he added in his head.

"Wrong, Hummel. When, not if. Auntie Tana always knows." She smirked. "Stay hydrated, if you know what I mean."

"Santana!"

He knew not many people agreed, but Kurt loved flying. With a good book in his hands he didn't mind being confined and as long as there wasn't turbulence he liked the idea of being up in the sky. Mostly he associated planes with escapism and it was through it that he had kept himself sane when growing up in Ohio.

He liked airports too, but that was when he had time to do some shopping and not when he was running across Rome's Fiumicino Airport to make his connection in time.

When he finally made it to Milan, Cooper was already waiting for him.

"Welcome to Italy, man!" He greeted Kurt with a warm hug. "Let's take you to my little brother."

Kurt was sure Milan was beautiful but he had trouble focusing on it once in the car. He was dying to see Blaine. It had only been a month and a half, he knew they would have worse, but it felt like it had been ages.

Cooper drove his Lamborghini into the parking area of an historical looking building in the center of the city. It turned out to be Blaine's apartment building.

The door to the only apartment on the second floor opened before he reached it. Kurt's boyfriend looked gorgeous in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, barefoot and with his curls free. Kurt was actually surprised he didn't make Blaine lose his balance given the force with which he threw himself into his embrace. The warmth of Blaine's body, his scent, the firm grasp of his arms around Kurt: it felt like coming home.

"Gosh, I missed you." Blaine mumbled into his skin before moving to kiss him.

Every nerve in Kurt's body felt that kiss. It was as if every cell in his body had received a tiny electric shock. From his fingertips, buried in Blaine's curls, to his feet that carried him around a house he had never been to as if they knew their way instinctively, Kurt's whole body seemed to be where it belonged.

Blaine had already lost his t-shirt when they reached the bedroom and Kurt didn't even know if he had taken it off or it had been Blaine himself. But then his hands found more of that beautiful olive skin and why would he even care.

Blaine threw himself on the bed, tugging Kurt along and on top of him. Kurt stopped for a moment to look him in the eye; those golden eyes that seemed to shine out of sheer love.

"I love you," Kurt said and he had known that for long but it was the first time he said it aloud.

"I love you, too," Blaine answered as the surprise in his eyes was quickly replaced with lust, "so fucking much."

"Good morning, sunshine." Kurt said in between kisses to Blaine's lips, then jaw, then neck.

"Mm… Morning" Blaine mumbled, stretching as Kurt positioned himself over Blaine and kept kissing down to his chest.

Blaine hugged him closer and kissed him long and lazy before saying, "let's stay in bed all day."

"Nope," said Kurt pulling himself up and smirking. "Don't pout, I wanna see Milan."

"Milan isn't going anywhere."

"And I'm here for the whole week. Come on, get up! Breakfast is ready," Kurt said as he stood up and went to the door followed by the sound of Blaine's grumble.

"Mm... I love your cooking." Blaine pretty much moaned into his food.

"And I love your kitchen. This place is gorgeous, Blaine."

"Aw, thanks, babe. I tried."

"You had something to do with it?" Kurt mocked.

"Yes, why would you suggest otherwise?" Blaine raised his eyebrows. "Actually, when a team buys you…"

"That sounds awful," Kurt interrupted.

Blaine laughed. "Yeah, it kind of does. Anyway, when you're asked to move to a different continent just a couple of months prior, the club won't expect you to have time to go house hunting. So, Inter finds us a nice penthouse outside the city, near your fellow teammates and all that. Coop still lives in mine. But I fell in love with the historical part of the city and wanted to live in the heart of it. I found this place and it needed some remodeling so it took some time, but I kind of love how it ended up. Have you seen all the rooms?"

Kurt kissed him sweetly. "You're very cute when you ramble." Another kiss.

"Come on, I'll show you the library."

A/n: Thanks for reading!

If you're curious, I took inspiration for Blaine's apartment from this (just remove spaces): www . luxuryestate p10139854-apartment - for-sale - milan