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The Klaine Diaries- 20 Kilos
"See ya bro," Finn hugged his brother and said his goodbyes.
"Bye, Finn, don't touch my stuff while I'm gone!" Kurt warned, placing his suitcase in the boot of his Dad's SUV.
"I won't, and Blaine," he called to the curly haired boy on his phone.
"Yeah?" He looked up.
"Look after him, ok?" Finn smiled, so did Blaine.
"I will, don't worry," he rubbed Finn's arm reassuringly.
"Gosh Finn, you're turning into me," Burt chuckled as he walked down the drive towards his car with Carole on his arm, "You ready boys?"
"Yep," Kurt assured, slamming the boot shut and climbing into the backseat with his boyfriend.
Burt and Carole had agreed to drop them off at the airport, and then the boys were alone for ten days.
Kurt and Blaine waved out of the window to Finn, who was squinting from the midday sunlight as the car rolled out of the driveway.
Ten minutes into the journey, Burt began to hear murmurs and giggles from the back. He looked in his rear view mirror to see the two boys with their faces close whispering and giggling, occasionally pecking each other on the lips. Their voices were hushed, Burt could only pick out certain phrases like, "Don't be silly," and "I'm not being silly." Their childish argument could melt even the hardest of hearts.
Even Burt couldn't hold back a smile at his son's happiness.
"Okay Kids, terminal 3, we're here."
After helping retrieve the numerous bags (all belonging to Kurt) from the boot, the two parties were ready to separate.
"Are you sure you have everything?" Carole asked.
"Yes, thank you Mrs. Hummel," Blaine reassured, as Kurt leant his head on his shoulder.
"Blaine, it's been nearly seven months, you can call me Carole," she smiled.
"Ok, thank you Carole," Kurt smiled at his boyfriend's politeness.
"Well, you boys better be off, be careful, call me when you get there," Burt ran through the list of parent –like things to say at a time like this.
Kurt removed himself from Blaine's shoulder and gave his father a warm hug.
"I will, thank you Dad," he whispered. Burt wrapped his arms around his on and tried to hold back unusual tears that were forming.
The 'Klaine' walked off, arm-in-arm, waving to Burt and Carole.
"Did we do the right thing?" Burt asked his wife.
"Yes, absolutely the right thing," she kissed Burt on the cheek, "Now come on, lets get home, I'll make you a coffee,"
"Sounds great."
"Okay, so we need to check in first, at…. Oh, over there," Blaine pointed to a check-in desk with no queue. He began to waltz over but was pulled back by his boyfriend.
"Honey, that's the first class check-in,"
A smile began to grow across Blaine's face.
"You didn't!" Kurt stepped back.
"Oh, but I did!"
"First class Blaine?" Kurt was on the verge of screaming, he had never flown in such style before.
"Yep, come on," he pulled the now over excited Kurt to the check in where an overly made-up woman put on a fake smile.
"Good afternoon, may I see your tickets and passports please," she took the information from the boys and fake-smiled once again, "Thank you."
As the woman checked over the tickets and typed slowly on the keyboard, Blaine inspected Kurt's light blue case.
"Kurt, you know the baggage allowance is 20 kilos,"
"And?" Kurt lifted his eyes from checking his nails.
"And, that's ginormous; I'm thinking at least 35,"
"Get out," Kurt gasped.
"Okay, can you put your case onto the scales please," the lady pointed to said scales and Blaine did as he was told, his only weighing 16 kilos.
"Your turn," Blaine smiled devilishly as Kurt reluctantly heaved his suitcase onto the black platform.
"Oh my God, Kurt that was hilarious!" Blaine roared, whilst adjusting his seatbelt.
"No it wasn't, it was frikkin' humiliating," Kurt crossed his arms in a huff while everyone around him got into their seats.
"Awww Kurt, don't go in a strop, it wasn't that bad," Blaine rubbed his boyfriend's arm.
"My case was 40 kilos, Blaine, I attempted to even it out by putting some things in your case which resulted in a pair of my briefs flying across the floor and then, when that didn't work I had to buy a whole other bag!"
"Awww, honey don't be upset, no one noticed, just forget about it and enjoy the fact that we are in first class seats!" He cheered and stretched his legs out in front of him, making use of the leg room.
"Yeah, you're right, this is pretty awesome," Kurt grinned and placed a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek.
After the usual announcement from the pilot and the safety demonstration, they had taken off; Blaine wasn't as scared this time around, although he did need to cuddle Kurt for a good 15 minutes after take off.
The ping of the seatbelt sign switching off signalled the start of the monotonous 10 hour flight to Paris. The first class cabin suited Kurt's diva needs very well. The boy had drank so much complimentary orange juice it was no surprise when he announced, "Blaine, I'm going to the bathroom."
Once in, he did his natural business, and then inspected his appearance in the mirror. A knock came from the door.
"Someone's in here!" he yelled, only to hear a second knock.
"This bathroom's taken!" he increased the volume of his voice.
A third knock.
"Oh my God," he moaned as he opened the door, his eyes met those familiar pools of hazel. He didn't have long to indulge in them as he was quickly pushed back into the small cubicle by Blaine's lips.
"Blaine, what the," all hopes of completing a proper sentence flew out the circular window as Blaine continued to ferociously attack Kurt's mouth. Kurt sat on the sink and tried to erase the thought of where he was out of his mind.
Kurt took the opportunity of Blaine kissing his neck to speak, "You're not actually thinking of joining the mile high club are you?" his voice was low and husky.
"Maybe," Blaine said against Kurt's skin.
Kurt's arm flew to behind Blaine's neck; Blaine's went to Kurt's waist.
The pair laughed as the motion detector caused the toilet to flush, breaking them from their heated make out session.
"Blaine, this is silly, I'm not prepared to have sex where people crap," he giggled.
"You're right, I don't know what I was thinking, I mean is that a tampon in the corner?" he pointed to what was indeed a tampon.
"Ewwwwwww," the boys let out in unison.
"Come on, I hear Rent's one of the in-flight movies," Kurt winked flirtatiously.
"Well then why are we still here in the tampon-infested, creepy flushing shit hole? Let's go,"
Nine hours later they landed in Paris. Within ten minutes of arriving, Kurt had already taken enough photos to fill an album.
Bags were picked up, laughs were shared, and a taxi was called.
Blaine told the driver the address an slumped next to his beaming boyfriend.
"We're here Blaine, eeepp!" Kurt whispered.
"Eeep indeed."
The hotel lobby was breathtaking, the floor sparkled and the flowers smelt gorgeous.
"Hey I have a room booked under the name Anderson," Blaine flashed his dapper smile to the French woman behind the desk, who began to type. Kurt continued to take in the sight of the amazing sight in front of him.
"Voila," the woman presented two room keys and with that, the boys were off.
Even in the elevator Kurt was speechless, the corridor was no different.
The boys reached their room.
"Open the door then, Blaine!" an impatient Kurt bounced on the balls of his feet.
"Wait I wanna do this properly," and before Kurt could protest, Blaine had scooped him up in his arms, much like a groom would carry a bride.
"Blaine! Oh my God, put me down!" he giggled and squirmed.
"Hey stay still and open the door," Kurt took the key from Blaine shirt pocket and slid it into the slot.
"Wow," the boys chorused.
Kurt, still in Blaine's arms stared in awe at the beautifully decorated room before them.
Blaine placed Kurt down gently, letting him explore.
'Yep, this will do,' he thought.
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