I'm sorry about the last few chapters, they kind of sucked balls, but I hope this makes up for it! X

The Klaine Diaries- Bed Sheet Pants

"Blaine, what are you wearing?" Kurt's voice was deadly serious; his hands were on his slim hips.

"What, it's nice," Blaine shrugged, pulling at the material of his white linen pants.

"Blaine, you're wearing baggy white trousers with a t-shirt!" Kurt pointed out, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Kurt, I'm on vacation, I'm not gonna want to wear skinnies and a collared shirt everyday," the curls on the boys head shook as he shook his head in disbelief at his boyfriend pickiness.

"There's nothing wrong with making an effort, curly," the pink of Kurt's jacket complimented his black shirt perfectly, of course.

"Everyday?" Blaine followed his boyfriend out the door of their hotel room, Kurt swung round on the door frame.

"Fashion never takes a vacation," Kurt's eyebrow raised, he turned on his heels and strutted down the corridor like a catwalk, deliberately trying to make Blaine laugh. He succeeded.

"Kurt, this is a hallway, not Vivienne Westwood's new collection show," Blaine followed behind his cat walking partner.

"I'm surprised you even know who that is," Kurt said, striking a pose when the reached the elevator, Blaine clapped and mockingly shouted 'Bravo!' laughing all the time.

"You're lucky I'm letting you out like that," the boys entered the elevator, Kurt's arms folded, practically telling his boyfriend off for his fashion mistake.

"Oh, so you would have made me change if you weren't to busy Tyra Banks-ing your way down the hall," The ding of the elevator sounded as they reached their floor, Kurt exited first, followed by Blaine, sporting his pink sunglasses.

"Yeah," Kurt's voice oozed with 'Bitch Please' as he called a cab and pulled Blaine in.

The two were heading to the Eiffel Tower where they were going to meet up with Pierre and Daniel then head up to the top of the tower.

After the French taxi driver received instructions, the cab started to move, while the boys in the back continued to debate over Blaine's pants.

"I like them, I've seen loads of guys wearing them out here," Blaine protested.

"Oh, I know, I'm sorry, you know how fussy I am about this, gimme a kiss," Kurt jokingly puckered his lips and received a quick 'Never Mind' peck from Blaine.

"Voila," the man driving announced, having reached their destination, the boys paid and exited the cab.

"Wow, it's huge!"

"I know!"

The 'Klaine' stood in awe at the foot of the magnificent structure; it really was much bigger than it looked in the photos.

"Hey!" they heard a familiar voice shout them from behind. They turned to find the owner of the voice to be Daniel, with Pierre on his hand. Their toned bodies ran towards the pair, Daniels blonde hair flowing in the Parisian wind. Some of Pierre's hair had escaped the gel prison it was enclosed in as he ran.

"Hey guys!" Blaine greeted them, hugging Daniel and kissing Pierre once on each cheek, 'When in France…'

Kurt did the same, and then dug out his camera.

"Daniel can you take a photo of me and Blaine please?"

"Sure!"

Kurt and Blaine ran further away to get in position for the photo that Kurt was sure was going to be his profile picture. He needed one to replace the well expired one of him performing 'Stop in the name of love/Free your mind' grinning in his blue tuxedo.

"Okay, one, two, three," Daniel counted down the profile picture shot, smiling at the result, Kurt, kissing Blaine's cheek while Blaine held him by the waist, with the Eiffel Tower behind them.

"Oh I love it!" Kurt declared, examining the photo on the screen, "Thank you!"

"Shall we go up?" the French voice of Pierre asked.

A resounding yes sounded from all other three boys, ad before they knew it, they were in line for the trip to the top.

"Have you ever been up there before?" Kurt asked the other couple.

"Yeah, once, when I first moved here," Daniel replied.

"So, when did you move?" Kurt continued the conversation, clinging to Blaine.

"Last year,"

"When you were seventeen? Didn't your parents mind?" Kurt was genuinely shocked, he wasn't even seventeen yet and he couldn't imagine leaving his dad and Carole to live 5,000 miles away.

"I, um, I didn't have the greatest relationship with my parents, so, it wasn't that big of a deal, if anything they were kind of glad," Daniel's tone of voice dropped dramatically, Pierre rubbed his arm.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Kurt replied, in a similar, quieter tone, Blaine nodded.

"No it's ok, I'm much happier now, after I met Pierre on my French school exchange I knew this is where I wanted to be," 'Paniel' shared a kiss, the 'Klaine' went 'awww' then moved up in the line.

"Waiting time, 2 hours!" Blaine groaned when he noticed the spirit crushing sign.

"It'll be worth it though, honey," Kurt explained.

"Oui, the view is genial!" Pierre often did that, put French words in an English sentence. Blaine shot Kurt a confused look.

"Genial means great," Kurt whispered, clearing Blaine's translation confusion. Blaine smiled in thanks.

Although Blaine and Daniel were 18, they didn't look any older than Blaine or Kurt. Pierre shared Kurt's boyish good looks and Daniel just looked like a stylish American teenager.

"Not wanting to pry, but how come you didn't have a great relationship with your folks?" Blaine questioned, as the group moved up the queue just a couple of steps.

"Blaine," Kurt swatted his arm, "Don't be so nosey,"

"No it's fine, um well, my family are all strict Catholics, and well, obviously me being who I am doesn't fit in with how they think people should be so, I guess I was just raised into a family of ignorant, small-minded people," he moved away his blonde fringe and adjusted his shirt.

"Oh, I'm sorry man," Blaine said with sincerity.

"Thanks,"

Blaine and Daniel moved up, realising their respective partners didn't do the same; they turned to see Kurt and Pierre talking about scarves.

"Guys!" they both shouted, waking the others from their scarf conversation.

"Sorry," Kurt did his signature run to catch up with Blaine and Daniel.

"You and your scarves," Blaine shook his head.

"You and your bed sheet pants,"


"Oh My God," the breathtaking view mixed with the sheer height of where he was standing nearly made Kurt's knee's fail.

"Wow," Blaine was straight out with the video camera, capturing the view and Kurt's priceless face as he walked nearer the edge.

"Blaine this, this is," the two hours of waiting was definitely worth it, now they were at the top, Kurt could see why so many people were queuing for this opportunity.

"Ha, Kurt say hi to the camera!" Blaine waved with his camera free hand, like a father would trying to capture his babies first steps.

"Hi camera!" Kurt said with a shaky wave.

"See, how cool is this?" Daniel shouted.

"Oh my God, it's amazing!" Blaine replied, still filming.

"I'll film you and Kurt," Pierre offered, holding out his hands for the camera, which Blaine placed carefully into his hands.

Blaine ran to join Kurt who was leaning on the rail, looking out to the view. He grabbed his back and told him to turn around. He did, slowly but surely, and waved shakily.

Blaine grabbed his shoulders and screamed "Hey! We're at the top of the Eiffel Tower in freakin' Paris!" Kurt laughed.

"Yep, and my boyfriend's embarrassing me!" Kurt said, his face right up to the camera.

Blaine followed, going right up to the lense and declaring, "I've already made one mistake today with my pants,"

"Blaine lets not get into this again!"

Pierre filmed the petty argument whilst trying to keep the camera still from laughing so much.


Once safely back on ground, the four treated themselves to lunch at a French café.

"It was so funny; Kurt's underwear was just flying everywhere!" Blaine successfully made 'Paniel' fall into a fit of hysterics by recounting the 'suitcase' story. Kurt sat shaking his heading with his arms folded.

Kurt took a sip of his Diet Coke, "It wasn't funny!" he muttered under his breath.

"No I know, no, It wasn't," Blaine choked out in between breaths, regaining his breath.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Daniel declared, still giggling from 'suitcase-gate'.

"Yeah, I need to go as well," Kurt huffed, pulling himself out of the chair, following Daniel into the men's room.

Once both boys had zipped up, they both washed their hands; Kurt looked across and saw marks on Daniel's left hand.

"What's that?" he asked, oblivious.

"Oh, ur nothing," He quickly pulled his hands away and headed for the paper towels.

"Are you sure it looked like you'd hurt yourself, are oka-," Kurt reached for his hand, but was smacked away and interrupted.

"Yes! It's fine, just leave it," Daniel sighed, putting his forehead into his hand.

"Daniel?" Kurt said, quietly.

"It's um," Daniel took a shaky breath, "It's from when, I used to, um," He took it a deep breath and looked straight at Kurt, "from when I used to cut,"

Hope you liked it, (only about four chapters left! )

I need your advice, if after this I wrote a Klaine history fic about them being soldiers in WW2 but gays are not accepted etc. with angst, love letters, going to the front, really good stuff, would you read it? X

Please review! xx