So Now It's My Turn To Not Only Say " Haere Mai!" To Kurt And Blaine To My Country, But Also You, My Dear Reader.

Mowki Is From Germany.
Anderprson's Bio Tells Me They Are From Mars.

But I Am From This Little Dot At The Bottom Of The Globe, Next Door To Our Cousins Australia.

"Morrinsville" Is Not Where I Live. Perhaps Next Chapter Kurt And Blaine May Visit My City. But Morrinsville Is A Special Place For Me. So I Though You Deserve A Little Background Knowledge.
Morrinsville, Is 10 Minutes Away From Candyland. A Mother Flippin' Candy Factory. Aw Yeah! It Is Also Where My Aunt Lives, Who Is One Of My Greatest Heroes. It s My Home Away From Home. Its A Rural Town In The Waikato, Around Two Hours Drive From Auckland (Where I Am) But Has A Rather Suburban Feel. The Closest Big City/Town Is Hamilton. Where The V8 Supercars Race. I Loathe Hamilton. And Especially Chartwell. Ugh. Snobby People Live There. Where I Am From Is Way Better. I'm From The Big City, Country Folk! So Every School Holidays, I Spend An Entire Week With My Aunt, In Morrinsville, Relaxing And Spending Time With My Aunt, And Away From My Brother And The City.

So I Think The Best Place For Kurt And Blaine To Escape Is My Safe Place.

Welcome To New Zealand.
Population; 4 Million.

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Chapter Eleven

'Morrinsville'
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"If only it were as easy as it looks in the films!" Grumbled Kurt tiredly as he got off the phone from yet another travel agent, slamming the phone down on their dirty back alley motel room bed.

Blaine smiled tiredly at Kurt, as he continued to listen to the man on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, well, yes, I understand. No. No. Price is not an issue, but no first class,"

Kurt frowned at Blaine further. "Too obvious," Blaine whispered.

"Yes, I'm still here,"

Blaine gestured to Kurt to find a pen and paper for him to write on. Rummaging through a couple of drawers, Kurt finally found a note pad and pencil.

"Yes, hold on a second, could you repeat that sorry?"

Blaine was silent for a minute, and then started writing, repeating the information back to the man for confirmation. "So, train to Rome, fly from Rome to Sydney Australia, then to Auckland New Zealand?"

There was some frantic muttering audible from the other side of the line and Blaine creased his brow in frustration. "Hold up, let me talk to my partner first,"

At the mention of 'partner' Kurt looked up from the phone book he was going through and gazed up at Blaine. Covering the mouth piece of the phone Blaine said, "The only flight straight to Auckland from Sydney, has only one seat left, and I'm not leaving you behind, so he can get us both on a flight to Wellington, then a transfer to Rotorua, and bus up to Auckland," Blaine tried to smile enthusiastically, but Kurt grimaced. Thinking of all that time travelling. "Is there any where between Wellington and Auckland he recommends staying for a little while?" Kurt smiled hopefully.

Blaine gave Kurt a knowing look, before un covering the phone. "Anywhere you recommend staying between Wellington and Auckland?"

There was a moment s silence, and then the audible murmur of the man on the other end of the line. "Okay, I'll tell him,"

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "He recommends Rotorua as a tourist stop, kind of in the country but still a busy town?"

"Anything more, uhm, relaxing, more secluded. A quiet town to hide in for a while?"

Blaine turned back to the phone. Ten minutes later Blaine hung up the phone with a relieved smile on his face.

"Smiles Mr Anderson, are we safe?" Kurt chuckled, as Blaine made his way over to the bed his was sitting on. Blaine grinned even wider.

"What s the plan?"

"Okay. Tonight we catch the train to Rome. From Rome we fly direct to Sydney in Australia. From Sydney we fly to New Zealand's capitol, Wellington. From Wellington we fly domestic to Hamilton, where a car will be waiting to take us to..."

"To?" Kurt asked impatiently.

"Morrinsville," Blaine whispered, as if it were the biggest secret in the world. Which really, ot was.

"Morrinsville?" Kurt blurted out. Blaine gave Kurt a knowing smile before explaining.

"Your quiet rural town to relax in my dear."

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Out of fear of being followed, Blaine insisted they change clothes and use public transport. Things that would appear unusual behaviour for Blaine, in order to throw off the men following them, who would be hot on their heels by now. Thirsty for blood.

Blaine knew how Franco operated, and knew if these men didn't find them, they were as good as dead.

Also the more people around, the less likely it was that they would do anything. Too many witnesses.

So with all the nerves and fears and adrenaline rushing through the pair, by the time they sat on their flight to Sydney, they were ready to pass out.

The hair hostess covering them with a blanket as they slept. Kurt's head resting on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine's head on Kurt's.

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19 hours later, the air hostess lightly shook Blaine's shoulder from the aisle. "Sir. Mr Anderson, we have arrived," she informed him, giving him a gentle smile, "You two must have been tired, you slept nearly 18 hours!" She exclaimed as Blaine woke Kurt up.

"Come on Kurt, we can sleep on the flight to Wellington," Blaine chuckled as Kurt refused to wake, and nuzzled further into Blaine. His hair tickling Blaine's chin.

"Wellington?" The air hostess asked as she took their luggage out of the overhead compartment. "Yeah," Blaine smiled seriously.

"New Zealand is great, you guys ever been?" She asked conversationally. "No," Kurt smiled excitedly, "I can't wait."

"You know there is a lot more there than Lord of the Rings and Flight of the Conchords there. There are landmarks, Maori traditions, you could go and see a kiwi their native bird, plenty of sheep there too, I think 3 or 4 to every person there is. Oh and it's so beautiful and green there, lush fields of green grass and dense bush, it's stunning. The people are really friendly too, I hope you guys have a great time there," The hostess grinned.

The two men looked at each other and shared a small smile. Blaine was so glad Kurt suggested a small holiday before going to see Cooper.

This way they wouldn't endanger him anyway.

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It was night, by the time they had landed in Wellington. The connecting flight to Hamilton left early the next morning, so they ended up renting a room for the night. Jet lag knocking them out once more.

Although Blaine was well travelled in his work, he had never flown so far away from home before, and wondered if Kurt too, would feel homesick.

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Bright and early the next morning, Kurt and Blaine dragged themselves out of bed and back onto a plane. This one however much smaller. Too small for Kurt's liking.

"If we die Blaine, I'm going to kick your ass, and my father will kick your ass too!" Kurt muttered to Blaine nervously as the plane took off, out of the airport Kurt was just informed was 'One of the most dangerous to fly out of due to the incredible winds it got'.

"Hey, they followed you," Blaine joked, beaming a smile at Kurt. Kurt frowned, "Wouldn't have a problem if you weren't public enemy, Mr Mafia," Kurt snapped playfully.

"You love it," Blaine smiled.

"No, I love you." Kurt muttered.

Blaine almost did a double take. "What?" He asked, as Kurt pretended to look out the window. "What do you mean what?" Kurt pouted as Blaine forced him to look at him.

"You love me?" Blaine asked.

"Why else do you think I took out a loan with a gang, travelled hours to Europe and went on the run with you, you dumb ass." Kurt grumbled, crossing his arms in mock offense.

"I-I love you too, Kurt," Blaine beamed, reaching over to hold Kurt's hand.

20 minutes later they were still holding hands, and had landed in Hamilton. Jumping into a rental car and heading to Morrinsville.

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"I'm bored!" Kurt protested, from his place on the couch in their large motel room in Morrinsville. "Kurt, we have been here not even an hour, turn the TV on or something," Blaine suggested, taking the spot next to him. Kurt sighed dramatically.

"Do you want to go and play tourist?" Blaine offered. Kurt gasped.

"I'll take that as a no, Hm.." Blaine began to ponder ideas of things Kurt might like to do.

"Fishing?"

"No,"

"Swimming?"

"No,"

"For a drive?"

"No,"

"Out for lunch?"

"N-no,"

"Make babies with me?" Blaine nudged Kurt playfully, who gasped in mock horror.

"Nice try,"

"Shopping?"

"Let's go!" Kurt shouted, dragging Blaine behind himself as he headed for the door.

"I'd rather make babies," Blaine grumbled as he was tugged along.

"We have a whole week before we go to Auckland," Kurt tutted, starting the rental car and heading down the highway towards Hamilton.

Blaine beamed a goofy smile at Kurt from the passenger seat. "I'm looking forward to my little holiday with you, Kurt."

Green fields rolling by as they drove on.

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What Do You Think? New Zealand Is Pretty Radd! Now I'm Off To Bake Some Cupcakes! Then Write Some More?

If You Are In Or Associated With The Mafia:

1) Wow, Criminals Ship Klaine Too! That's So Cool!

2) This Is Purely Fictional, And I Am Not Calling The Mafia Gay (If You Are In The Mafia And Gay, Kudos, I Am Honestly Proud.

3) Do You Really Make People 'Sleep With The Fishes'? And If So, Isn't That The Most Random Form Of Cross-Breeding, And Would You Mind Explaining The Mechanics Of It, I Seem To Be A Little Lost.

4) Did The Mafia Create Mermaids Then, Making People Sleep With Little Fishes So Often, Someone Was Bound To Fall Pregnant.

5) What Fishes Do You Use? Are They From The Pet Store, Or The Ocean?

6) What If The Fishes And People Fight, And They Don't Want To Sleep Together?

R+R Or Sleep With The Fishes.

xoxoxoxox

Jaydee (Cyanide-Pansy)