Ohmygod I haven't uploaded a drabble in a whiel and I was feeling really bad about it but I had to get some translations checked, so a big 'THANK YOU' to RainySunnyEnding for checking the french for me :) I'll put the translations in at the bottom - they may not be accurate but it's the gist of what I meant :)

"Okay, so this is incredibly romantic," Kurt gasped as he stared out at the twinkling lights of Paris. "I can't believe I'm finally here! I've wanted to come to Paris for years, and now it's even better," He turned to look at where his boyfriend was leaning against the base of the king-size bed in their hotel room. "Because I get to come with you."

"Too right you do," Blaine grinned cheekily, his hazel eyes dark with a passion that just never seemed to leave him whenever he was around Kurt. Kurt slapped his arm playfully as Blaine pulled him in closer, his hands resting on Kurt's waist.

"I didn't mean like that," Kurt rolled his eyes but blushed all the same; a quality about him that Blaine just adored. "Although, I wouldn't mind you proving your point later." He added huskily, staring into Blaine's eyes as his hands traced from where they sat on his boyfriend's shoulders, down his back and then back up under his jacket. Blaine arched an eyebrow, his eyes growing even darker as he leant in, tantalizingly slow.

This is heaven, Kurt thought to himself. I'm in a hotel room in Paris with my drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend, who is currently causing my knees to buckle because he knows just how to kiss me…

A knock on the door made Kurt pull away and take a step backwards away from Blaine, who whined slightly from being interrupted. Kurt walked over to the door and opened it to find a concierge holding one of his bags.

"Excusez-moi, monsieur. Je crois ce sac vous êtes?" He held the bag out with a wide smile, and Kurt eyed the bag, realising that it was one of his own. Behind him, Blaine was watching and stared dumbly at the concierge; Kurt had forgotten that he spoke Italian but not French. Well, Mr Anderson, Kurt thought smugly to himself. I'm about to give you a little shock. He smiled up at the concierge.

"Ah, oui, il est. Merci beaucoup. Où avez-vous le trouver?" Kurt heard Blaine scoff behind him and felt a strong, smug pride inside for not telling Blaine that he was fluent in French, something that he knew Blaine probably wouldn't drop for a while but it was worth it just to have such an innocent conversation in a language that Blaine didn't understand.

"Je crois que vous avez laissé l'en bas, dans le vestibule, monsieur." The concierge replied, looking a little shocked at Kurt's immaculate French but his smile growing wider. "Nous avons eu à le verifier, cependant. J'espère que vous ne dérangez pas, mais un peu des autres personnes qui restent ici ont été très prudents."

Kurt nodded and the concierge moved to bring the bag into the room. Kurt stepped to the side and allowed him in, keeping their conversation flowing as the concierge put the bag down with their other luggage. Kurt recognized it as the one he had used for the little things he hadn't been able to fit in his other two bags, things like Blaine's hair gel (not that Kurt was going to let him wear it; he just bought it along to end Blaine's tantrum of not being allowed his hair gel with him), his own moisturizing products, a few pairs of shoes and some guide books; nothing embarrassing, thankfully. "Non, je comprends. Merci pour rentrer le." He went into his pocket and got €5 out, slipping it to the concierge as they shook hands.

"Il n'y a pas de problème, monsieur." He grinned as he made his way back out of the room. "Avez un bon séjour." And with that he was gone, leaving a smug Kurt and a very confused Blaine alone again. Kurt shut the door quietly and turned to Blaine.

"We left a bag downstairs," He explained, even though it was quite an obvious situation. "They had to check it first but they bought it up for us."

"Yeah, I kinda got that," Blaine took a few steps forward, but didn't go any closer. He was still processing the fact that his boyfriend could speak fluent French, and had somehow forgotten to tell him about it. "Can we just, rewind a bit? Since when do you speak fluent French?" He wasn't angry, just confused and a little hurt.

"I learnt it at school," Kurt answered, blushing slightly. "And I really liked it so I did one of those 'teach yourself' courses over a summer and then me and Rachel went to Nice for two weeks after we finished NYADA." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"I thought you said you hadn't been to France before?" Now Blaine was a little angry, but his annoyance was only fuelled by even more confusion. Had Kurt lied to him?

"No, I said I'd never been to Paris before," Kurt corrected him. "And anyway, I barely spoke any French during those two weeks anyway. That was the first and only time I've ever been here before, and this is much better. By far." He explained and gestured at the room around them, keeping his voice calm so as not to spark an argument; this was supposed to be a romantic fortnight of just him and Blaine being together, and so the sooner he got this little misunderstanding out of the way, the better.

"Right," Blaine took a few seconds to process this new information before taking a few steps closer to Kurt, enough to close the gap between them and let him wrap his arms back around Kurt's waist. "So… what do you suggest we do know? You know, to clear the air of this teeny misunderstanding."

"You could always tell me how amazing I am for speaking French." Kurt said, but it was more of a joke than an actual suggestion. He giggled slightly, not expecting Blaine to take him seriously and went to give a proper answer – something along the lines of dinner, a twilit walk around the Eiffel Tower, or any other cliché activity for a couple to do in Paris – when he was cut off by the sensation of lips pressed against his own. When Blaine pulled away, Kurt was blushing and panting slightly at having been caught so off guard.

"You're amazing," Blaine whispered. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Kurt whispered in reply. "So much."

Translations

Excuse me, sir. I believe that this bag is yours?

Ah, yes it is. Where did you find it?

I think you left it downstairs in the hall (lobby) sir. We had to check it, though. A few other people here were being very careful.

No, I understand. Thank you for returning it.

It's no problem, sir. Have a good stay.

I hope you enjoyed it anyway, even if the frnech wasn't spot on but who cares, right? All that matters is that Klaine is together and in lovesies :)

Yeah, I'm gonna go to bed now - it's half one in the morning right now and I'm kinda tired...

See you soon! C xx