A/N Just so you know, the higher rating kicks in on this chapter for some sexy time!
Chapter One
"Mesdames et messieurs, bienvenue au coup d'envoi des deux mille dix-neuf Klaine Blackwell Believe Tour!" Kurt's voice rang out from behind the curtain. A moment later, Blaine translated in English.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the kick off of the twenty nineteen Klaine Blackwell Believe Tour!"
The audience all cheered, waving their hands in the air wildly as the music rose and the curtain opened to reveal a stool, which was standing in front of a blank art easel. Elliott came dancing onto the stage carrying a heavy looking drape that appeared to be splattered in different colors of paint.
Elliott danced around the stool and the easel for a moment before he covered the heavy drape over the stool. Instead of falling flat, it settled in what looked like the form of a person. And when Elliott pulled it away a moment later, Kurt was sitting on the stool, one leg on a rung, the other foot on the floor. He was wearing a beret and a red scarf around his neck. He'd even adorned a thin mustache for the costume. One hand was tucked under his chin with his elbow resting on his knee.
The crowd cheered and applauded. Elliott danced back offstage, leaving the heavy drape casually on the floor by Kurt and the stool.
Once the assistant was gone, Kurt moved, standing from the stool and studying the empty easel. After a moment, he pulled the scarf from his neck and folded it over his hand, snapping his fingers and producing a paint brush and a jar of paint.
People clapped again and the music played on. Kurt opened the jar of paint and used the brush to quickly paint a portrait of a person. He then stood back to study it for a moment, before he frowned and dropped the paintbrush.
Kurt started pacing, pretending to think about how he could make his painting better and then, he stuck up a finger like an idea had struck him.
The blue eyed man danced around and picked up the drape Elliott had left on the floor. He danced with it a moment, showing both sides of it to the audience before he threw it over the easel.
Kurt danced away from the now covered easel for a moment, showing off his skills in contemporary and how gracefully he was with his movements. The audience all watched him, mesmerized by his long limbs and delicate steps.
As the music played near to its crescendo, Kurt danced back to the easel and on the right beat pulled the drape off to reveal Blaine now standing in front of a once again, blank easel.
The audience cheered and applauded, shouting in approval.
Kurt pretended to dance away and Blaine caught him by the wrist, pulling him in with a spin and the two of them paused, staring into each other's eyes as the music hit its final note.
Again, the audience cheered. There had been some negative response to the couple's announcement of their relationship, a protest by the Westboro Baptist Church, but for the most part, the fans had reacted very positively to the news.
Kurt grinned at the audience. "Bienvenue," he said. "Je m'appelle Kurt, et c'est Blaine!"
The audience laughed and clapped some more.
"I'm sorry, I don't speak French as well as my love here does," Blaine said. "And the phrases I do know I can't use outside of the adults only shows."
The audience all laughed and giggled, and Kurt just shook his head. "J'adore Blaine."
"What about the door?" Blaine asked, teasingly, and the audience laughed again.
"It's ajar, Blaine," Kurt said with the straightest face he'd ever worn.
"How can a door be a jar?" Blaine asked, drawing more laughter from the crowd. "Seriously, though, we want to welcome all of you tonight. This is the beginning of a very special tour for us. As most of you know, this is our first tour as fiances, and where Kurt is not just my assistant, but my equal, my partner in magic."
Kurt grinned at him, resting his elbow on Blaine's shoulder. "We have a lot of surprises in store for you, and for this tour in general. I know it's been a while since we stopped by, so we hope you enjoy all the new stuff. Also, we want to wish our newest assistants a happy first tour!"
"So sit back, relax, and most importantly, enjoy," Blaine said grinning. Music started again, and the two of them ran backstage.
As the music played, Brittany danced out on stage, carrying a butterfly net, dressed in a childish blouse and short overalls. Her hair was braided in a childish style as well. She danced around the stage for a moment, pretending to try and catch a Faerie. Jake then joined her. He was dressed in dark green leather pants and a scaled green leather vest, and had a wreath of leaves around his head. The two danced around each other for a moment, neither seeming to be aware of the other at first. After another moment, Bree joined them as well. She was dressed in shades of brown, and also had a wreath of leaves in her hair, although hers were autumnal leaves, while Jake's were vernal.
At a slow point in the music, Brittany slowed, and feigned a yawn, stretching her arms above her head, before lowering herself to the stage, falling asleep. Only then did the two nymphs seem to notice her. They danced around her for a moment as they studied her. Then the music changed, and the two woodland creatures glanced around in fear, before dancing away. As they moved to the back of the stage, they both froze in place, posing like trees in the forest.
At that point, Kurt entered the stage from the left, and Blaine from the right. Kurt was dressed as Oberone, and Blaine as Puck, from A Midsummer Night's Dream. They both seemed to notice Brittany at the same time, and moved to examine her. Kurt seemed to have an idea, and then rushed off stage, only to return a beat later with a blanket, which he carefully draped over the sleeping girl, covering her from the neck down. Blaine then leaned over her and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. This seemed to disrupt her sleep, and Kurt and Blaine backed away.
Brittany sat up suddenly, looking around her, and noticing that her shirt was now a pale green, and only covered one shoulder. She jumped to her feet to discover that the shorts were now a pale green ballerina style skirt. And when she glanced behind her, a pair of faerie wings protruded from her back.
The audience all oohed and ahhed, applauding and cheering and smiling at the girl.
Brittany once again began to dance around the stage, Jake and Bree joining her, and the three joined hands to dance a ballet across the stage.
Kurt re-emerged upstage left and suddenly raised his hands slowly. Brittany began to rise from the stage, her new wings fluttering as they lifted her up in flight.
The audience roared and leapt to their feet, giving a standing ovation.
…
KlaineBlackwell: And we're off! What a perfect start to our world tour! Merci, Paris!
mardie186: I can't wait till the tour comes to our neck of the woods! This is going to be Amazing!
lestersbonnet: Kurt and Blaine look so happy together on stage! It's a little strange not seeing Tina there, but I am so happy for her and Mike, and I can't wait to see the first pictures of their new baby when they are born!
ItsANewDay: Tina and Mike's baby will probably come out of the womb dancing! Great show tonight, KlaineBlackwell!
IheartBlaine: Hubby bought tickets the moment they went on sale for the New Years Eve show in Vegas! Can't wait to see you both Live on stage again!
edkevy2: My mom bought me your Magic Beginners kit for my birthday last week, and I'm having so much fun learning all the tricks! I'm going to ask for the advanced kit for Christmas!
kirigiri_diosa: I'll be in Manchester for work when you are there in a few weeks, and my boss bought us all tickets to the show! I have the greatest boss on the planet!
daisylovesblaine: YES! KlaineBlackwell is coming to a city near me! I can actually see them in person this time!
ProudToBeBlackwellsDad: My son is amazing, isn't he? And Kurt makes him so happy! Congratulations on the start of the new tour! We'll see you both in Italy next month!
UnicornBeliever: Thank you everyone for making me feel welcome on stage! Lord Tubbington and I are so happy to be here!
Thattireguy: Let's hope this tour is a lot less eventful than the last one. I doubt I can bring my flamethrower to Europe or Asia.
RachelBerryGoldStar: I actually miss being on stage with you all and creating magic! Congratulations and good luck on tour!
AsianMagic: Don't have too much fun without us! And ItsANewDay, this baby is already tap dancing on my bladder!
KingRaja: Mreow, mreow, mreow, hrung, ng, hrung (translation; My fans still adore me, even though I no longer perform. I'm so happy!)
RajasRagina: Of course we still love you, Raja! And Lord Tubbington is having a blast chilling with you!
BlaineKurtElliot: My boys are back! Hope I get to meet you all in person again, I have an engagement gift for Kurt and Blaine!
IStanKlaine: My Sweet Porcelain has taken his rightful place at last!
grlnxtdr29: I'm writing a new story now, about mystery and intrigue on the new tour around the world!
klainetkm: Can't wait for the tour to come to my town! And thankfully I don't have to! I'll be in Sydney on Vacation while you are there! Yes!
klainedreams34: My fiance and I are going to be in Tokyo when they're there! And we're going to see them then! I'm so excited because I've never been out of the country before!
TheresaG: Looking forward to when they're back here in New Mexico! I have tickets for the after hours show on Saturday when they're in Albuquerque!
coffeeorderwrites: I'm so happy they're coming to New Orleans! I have tickets for the special Halloween after hours show!
…
Kurt leaned back against Blaine as they sat on their hotel room balcony later that night after the show. "Paris is so beautiful," he said softly as he played with the fingers of one of Blaine's hands.
"Not as beautiful as you," Blaine said, lifting Kurt's left hand to admire the engagement ring again. "I am marrying the most beautiful person on the planet, inside and out!"
The blue eyed man turned his head to look up at him. "You're such a sap sometimes, but it only makes me love you all the more. I can't believe how lucky I've been," he said, twisting a little so he could give Blaine a proper kiss.
"Tomorrow, first thing after breakfast, we'll go place our lock, and then we'll have a few hours of freetime. What would you like to do?" Blaine asked.
"Kiss you at the very top of the Eiffel Tower," Kurt responded immediately.
Blaine laughed. "I think we can do that. Anything else?"
"Honestly, it doesn't matter what we do after that. As long as I get to spend every moment with the man I love."
Blaine kissed his forehead. "Sounds like a plan."
Kurt grabbed both of Blaine's arms and pulled them tighter around him, resting his head back against the other man's shoulder. "So much has been so perfect lately. I'm so happy," he said.
"Don't go jinxing it now," Blaine teased.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I love you, Blaine."
"I love you too. It's getting really late. Shall we start making our way towards bedtime?"
"Will there be rose petals and a bottle of midnight wine?"
Blaine laughed. "Unfortunately, no, but I will remember that for our next stop. Come on. Let's get the kids in bed and get some sleep."
"On one condition," Kurt said, standing up so Blaine could stand.
"And what's that, my love?" Blaine rose slowly.
"That you wrap your arms around me and don't let go all night."
The dark haired man smiled. "That's a promise I can keep."
Kurt smiled and took his hand, leading him back into the room, where the bed was still rumpled from them acting like kids when they'd first arrived. He turned and kissed Blaine sweetly. "I'll put our babies to bed, you get things ready in here."
Smiling again, Kurt wandered over to the corner where the three tigers were lying on cushions and made a motion with his hand for them to stand. Raja was first to respond. Ginger and Tobias were still getting the hang of it, but it definitely helped when they saw Raja rise first.
Kurt led the animals out of the room, to the other room in the suite they had just for them. There were two beds in the second bedroom, along with a couch. All three had been covered with blankets Kurt had brought from home. Kurt directed Raja to one of the beds, and Ginger to the other. Tobi was still small enough to fit comfortably on the couch. He gave each of them a rub behind the ears and a kiss on their heads, before switching the light off and closing the door most of the way, although he left just enough of a gap that the animals could nose the door open if they needed anything.
He quietly made his way back across the suite to the master bedroom where he and Blaine were staying. "Kids are tucked in for the night, love," he said as he opened the door. He paused in the doorway, surprised by what he saw. Blaine had scattered rose petals on the bed, and lounged there, naked, holding two glasses of wine.
"I...you…" Kurt stuttered, not knowing what to say. Everything Blaine did only made him that much more perfect. "I think I'm a little overdressed," he finally managed to say.
Blaine chuckled. "Why don't you strip for me? I can turn on some music."
Kurt quietly shut the door behind him and approached the foot of the bed. "You know I find you the most attractive, just like this."
Blaine smirked. "Of course," and he set one of the wine glasses down to pick up his phone and hit play. Adam Lambert's Fever began to fill the room, the volume low, but still sultry.
It was Kurt's turn to smirk and he ran a hand teasingly down the side of Blaine's face, leaning in close, only to pull away at the last second, depriving the curly haired man of a kiss and backing up, starting to dance in a seductive manner, a skill he reserved solely for Blaine.
Blaine watched, enraptured, sipping at his wine.
Kurt took his time, but slowly pulled the simple long sleeve shirt he'd been wearing since the show ended up over his head and tossed it into a nearby chair. He'd foregone the undershirt so that was one less article he needed to remove.
Blaine licked a drop of wine from his lips, never taking his eyes from the pale man, reveling in the sight of the well defined abs and arm muscles that weren't overly bulky.
Kurt danced a bit more, his hands moving down to pop the button on his jeans and then he sashayed back to the end of the bed, carefully taking Blaine's wine glass from him and sipping, pressing his lips to the same edge of the glass as Blaine had. He leaned down and kissed the man heatedly, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, which brought some of the wine with it, before handing the glass back to him and dancing off again.
Blaine resisted the temptation to grab Kurt and pull him back, not wanting to spoil the magic Kurt was making with his movements.
Kurt slid one hand slowly down his chest, stopping with his fingers just beneath the waistband of his pants, before he gripped the zipper and pulled it down. He then raised both hands up and spun in a circle, bending over at the waist with his back turned to Blaine and touching the floor with both hands before slowly standing back up.
Blaine had to adjust himself a little on the bed. Watching the man of his dreams tease and seduce him was having a very profound affect on him, and not just physically.
The taller man turned back around, running one hand up through the back of his hair before hooking both thumbs in the waistband of his pants and shimmying them down, stepping out delicately and kicking them to the side, leaving him in just his boxer briefs.
Blaine took another sip of his wine, more to keep from demanding Kurt come to him that moment than because he wanted the wine.
Kurt strolled back up to him like he was on a runway and ran a hand down his cheek and under his chin, eyes connecting with Blaine's for a moment. With his other hand, he grabbed Blaine's free hand and placed it on himself, over the underwear. "This is what you do to me," he growled, voice pitched low.
Blaine shoved the wine glass onto the bedside table and sat up so he was kneeling on the bed, his hand going to the back of Kurt's head as he latched onto his lips, kissing him demandingly as he pulled him closer, until their groins lined up, and they could feel each other through the thin barrier of cloth.
Kurt plunged his tongue into Blaine's mouth, pressing back until the shorter man toppled backwards onto the bed and Kurt climbed on top, straddling him. A wet spot was rapidly forming at the front of his underwear and the pressure was becoming too much. "Get them off," he muttered against Blaine's lips.
The hazel eyed man wasted no time ripping the offending garment off of the other man, tossing the remains carelessly away without breaking their kiss.
Kurt continued kissing him, until he suddenly sat up, waving one of their travel bottles of lube in his hand, and leaving Blaine wondering again how he managed to grab it from the drawer without Blaine ever noticing he'd moved at all.
The blue eyed man sat back, looking at Blaine with a contemplative smirk on his face for a moment. "Well," he practically purred finally. "Since you went through all the trouble to get me my rose petals and wine, how about I open myself up to ride you?"
Blaine only whimpered and bucked his hips up in response.
"God, honey, so hard. All for me. Makes me feel so special."
"Stop teasing and get on with it!" Blaine managed to growl out.
It was quite the contrast, romantic rose petals and wine paired with demanding sex. But Kurt loved it. He didn't care how they did it, he just loved every bit of it, because it was Blaine. And that was all that mattered.
He bit his lip, popping open the lube and spreading some on his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it, before lifting his hips and reaching his hand around. He circled his entrance, shivering as he brushed his finger over it. And then he pushed the first one in, sliding past the ring of muscle and throwing his head back at the burn. Damn, it felt so delicious and he couldn't wait to get Blaine's cock inside him.
Blaine's eyes were blown wide as he watched his lover prepare himself, and he had to fight the urge to grab Kurt's hand away and shove himself in to the hilt.
Kurt took his time, knowing how much Blaine was enjoying watching him open himself up. He'd done this enough times by now that he didn't need to be as thorough anymore, but the longer the wait, the better it would feel. He worked one finger in and out of himself several thrusts before adding a second finger, eyes shut closed as he scissored himself. A moan sounded deep in his throat.
"Damn it, put me in you now, Kurt!" Blaine choked out.
Kurt clicked his tongue. "So demanding," he said, voice breathy as he continued to work his fingers, slipping in a third as he spoke. "I wonder what the others would say if they knew how undapper you were in the bedroom." He smirked. "Patience is a virtue, honey."
"Fuck virtue!" Blaine muttered. "I need to be inside you Now!"
"I'd much rather you fuck me, than virtue," Kurt said. He pulled his fingers out with a slight squelching sound, whimpering a little at the sudden loss. And then he grabbed the lube again and squirted some into his hand, before wrapping that hand around Blaine's erection and giving him a few good strokes.
Blaine let out a string of profanity that would make a sailor blush, thrusting into the pale hand.
"Just remember," Kurt said. "This," and he punctuated the word with another tug on Blaine's cock. "Belongs to me."
"Yours!" Blaine agreed.
Kurt let go and lifted himself up, grabbing Blaine's cock again and positioning it at his entrance, before he sank down onto him, biting his lip and moaning loudly as he lowered himself.
Blaine's eyes rolled back into his head as he thrust up, pushing himself as deep as he could get.
"Damn, you know me so well," Kurt moaned out. He leaned down and kissed Blaine, passionately, once he'd bottomed out. "There's nothing I love more than having your cock balls deep in my ass, Blaine."
Kurt sat back up as Blaine squirmed beneath him. After a moment that felt like an hour to the younger man, Kurt lifted his hips and dropped back down again, starting a rhythm. He splayed both his hands on Blaine's chest, thumbs playing with the man's nipples as he rose and dropped on him again and again.
"Blaine!" Kurt cried out, throwing his head back. "Yes! Yes, baby!" He picked up his pace just a little bit, letting his eyes fall shut and feeling Blaine buck his hips up to thrust into him at the same time as Kurt dropped himself down.
And then the loudest scream yet left his throat as the head of Blaine's cock found his prostate and Kurt's pace became erratic. He babbled out a stream of garbled nonsense.
Blaine was moaning and writhing beneath him and then, he gripped Kurt's hips and expertly flipped them over without sliding out of Kurt, pressing the pale man into the bed and taking control. He grabbed a hold of Kurt's wrists and pinned them above his head, thrusting into him hard and fast, slamming into his prostate with every thrust.
"Fuck! Right there, Blaine! Right there! Damn! I love you so much!" Kurt shouted, his head rolling back hard into the pillow.
The curly haired magician managed to increase his pace even more. He could feel that familiar coiling in his stomach. He was determined to make Kurt come without ever being touched.
He leaned down and brought his lips to Kurt's ear. "Come for me, my love," he whispered.
That was all Kurt needed. Blaine's name was loud as it fell from his lips and he came hard between the two of them, thick white ropes streaking their stomachs and chests.
Blaine followed right behind him, his seed splashing into Kurt's prostate, which made the pale man spurt a bit more. Kurt saw stars as Blaine thrusted through his orgasm, until he collapsed on top of the other man, both of them breathing heavily and slowly coming down from their high.
It was several minutes before Blaine could move and he slid out of Kurt, both men now overly sensitive, their cocks softening, having been spent. Blaine kissed Kurt softly and got up to go into the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean them up with. Once the task was finished, Blaine lay back down and curled around the taller man.
"I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you too," Kurt muttered, sleep already beginning to drag him under.
…
"Tobias!" Kurt cried out in frustration the next morning when he came upon the scene of a crime. At some point during the night, as the two men had slept, the young feline had gotten up and managed to somehow open the door to the master bedroom. He'd found a pair of suede boots Kurt had purchased specifically for this tour, and had chewed them to bits.
Blaine sighed from behind him. "We'll find you a new pair while we're out this morning. And maybe see if we can find some unprocessed cow or deer hides for him to chew on."
"But I loved that pair!" Kurt whined. "Why couldn't he go for the black ones from last year's collection?"
The young tiger had the grace to look sheepish when Kurt glared at him, and he rolled over on his back in supplication. Kurt couldn't hold the stern look, and grinned down at the mischief maker. "Okay, fine. You're forgiven, for now! Just don't do it again!"
A few minutes later there was a knock on their door. Elliott and Dave were going to be watching the cats this morning so Blaine could take Kurt out on a proper date in the City of Love.
"I trust you two to keep an eye on them," Kurt said and then he looked at Raja. "And I trust you, Raja, to show Tobias the proper way to behave when Papa and I are gone, okay?"
Dave assured him they'd take good care of the 'children' while they were out. Kurt grabbed his jacket, and he and Blaine departed.
"You're worried about Tobi getting into more stuff while we're gone," Blaine said. It wasn't a question, just an observation.
Kurt shrugged. "He's still young. His body may be almost full grown, but he's still in that awkward tween phase. He wants our approval, but can't help getting into mischief."
Blaine slid his hand into Kurt's and pecked him on the cheek. "Well, let's try and just focus on us for the day. At least the hours we have before we have to be at the theater for rehearsals. This day is about you. Although, last night was amazing." He waggled his eyebrows at him.
Kurt smirked and bumped his shoulder. "Just wait until after the show tonight. Two hours of foreplay on the stage…"
Blaine spun him into his arms and kissed him deeply. "Tonight it's my turn to be taken care of." He winked at him.
"Of course," Kurt replied. "But right now, I am starving. Feed me breakfast, and then proclaim your undying love for me by placing our lock on the bridge."
The curly haired man growled. "You know what it does to me when you get demanding."
"Like I said, just wait until tonight!"
Blaine squeezed his hand. "Speaking of undying love," he said as he led Kurt to a nearby bistro for breakfast. "I've been thinking. I have a kind of unique idea."
"Oh?" Kurt said as Blaine held out his chair for him and he settled into the seat.
"You know how amazing our fans are. I think I thought of a way to give back that probably will be very difficult to top."
"Go on," he replied as the waiter handed them their menus.
"I thought we could run a contest for our American leg of the tour. Winners get invited to the wedding."
Kurt smiled at him. "How many winners are we talking about? And how would they be selected.?"
"I was thinking one per show, and it could be random in a way. I was thinking, the invite package could be in one of the gift bags we give out to volunteers and whoever gets that one, will get an invite plus a flight voucher and coverage for three nights in a hotel for them and a guest."
Kurt considered it for a moment. "I like it, but are you sure there won't be too many people? I mean, I know we can afford it, I just mean, it's not going to overflow the reception space, will it?"
Blaine looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, I know you always wanted a big wedding. And we can do a reception on the beach. We're getting married in Hawaii, so we should take advantage of that."
Kurt smiled. "Then let's do it. Talk to Santana to set it up, but maybe don't advertise it too much. Let it be a surprise, at least until a few winners have posted about it online."
"Oh, of course." Blaine smiled back, leaning over to kiss him sweetly. "We should also invite our fanfic friends."
Kurt had to chuckle. They'd read all the stories by those two women they'd met the night they'd gotten engaged, and had really enjoyed them, even the angsty ones.
"Now that business is handled, order anything you want love, tab's on me today."
They enjoyed a breakfast of cafe au lait, chocolate croissants, and eggs florentine. Kurt had to admit that the French knew how to make a very delicious breakfast. He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he and Blaine walked to the bridge.
"So, where are we going after the bridge?" Blaine asked. "Eiffel Tower to make out?"
"You make it sound so dirty. But yes, I want to kiss you at the top of the Eiffel Tower. And then I want to walk along the river for a while, and then maybe find some nice little family owned restaurant for lunch."
"Your wish is my command," Blaine teased, kissing the pale man's cheek.
Kurt almost couldn't believe it when they actually stepped onto the bridge. "I can't believe I'm seeing this right now," he said in slight awe. "Also, when we get to Seattle, I want to stick a piece of gum on the gum wall," he giggled.
Blaine made a face at that. "How unsanitary!" he teased. "But I would do anything for you, love."
"It may be unsanitary but it's tradition," Kurt said. "And you know I love a good tradition every now and again. Like this one." he gestured to the bridge. "Now kiss me and help me put the lock on."
Blaine complied, and together they placed the lock. "Now off to the tower," he said, offering Kurt his arm to cling to.
"Such a gentleman," Kurt said, tucking his hand into his arm and resting his head on Blaine's shoulder. He'd really never been happier. He couldn't imagine a more perfect man for him and he knew he needed to think of some way to thank Elliott for introducing them.
"You deserve to be pampered, Kurt," Blaine said.
The two of them walked towards the tower in a comfortable silence. It was probably the one landmark in Paris you could get to from anywhere without directions because all you had to do was look for it and walk in that direction. It wasn't like it was easy to miss.
Kurt was politely saying hello to people they passed and at one moment, they stopped at the end of a walk to a house when a little girl recognized them and started speaking excitedly in French. Blaine couldn't keep up, but Kurt held a conversation with her as if he were a local and not an American.
"Well, she was excitable," Blaine laughed as he tucked away the sharpie he'd used to sign an autograph for the little girl as the two of them continued towards the tower.
"She idolizes you," Kurt said. "She said when she's old enough, she intends to win the French edition of The Illusionist."
"That's adorable," Blaine said, smiling. Kurt kissed his cheek.
"You are a great role model for kids, teaching them to follow their dreams." Blaine blushed, modest as he was. Kurt just laughed and nuzzled back against him.
When the two of them reached the tower, Blaine once again paid for it. He was taking Kurt out today, he said, so Kurt was banned from paying for anything. Kurt had wanted to protest, but Blaine had quickly and effectively shut him down.
They rode up in the elevator, staring out over Paris and watching as more and more of the city became visible the higher the elevator climbed. They had to get off at the second level and switch elevators to get to the top, but Kurt could already tell it would be worth it.
When they finally got to the top and stepped out onto the observation deck, Kurt felt his breath catch in his throat. He had never in his life seen anything so beautiful. Well, except for Blaine, but the view from the top of the tower was absolutely breathtaking.
"It's so beautiful up here," he said softly. Blaine wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close.
"I know coming to Paris has always been a dream of yours, Kurt," he said. "I'm sorry we didn't pass through here the last time we toured internationally."
"It's okay. I don't think it would have been as special then, as it is now. I wouldn't have been enjoying it with my fiance then."
Blaine chuckled. "I was your boyfriend."
"Mm, true, but a date we could not have had because we weren't out to the public."
Blaine sighed. "You're right. It would have had to be a group thing, so no one would ask questions."
Kurt turned his head to look up at him, moving to slide his arms around the man's neck. "Which is why this moment is so much better than that would have ever been. I love you, Blaine Anderson Blackwell."
The curly haired man grinned. "I love you too, Kurt Hummel Blackwell." He ducked his head, capturing Kurt's upturned smile in a sweet kiss and pulling him closer still.
Kurt felt himself melting against Blaine, feeling all the love and the passion in that one single kiss, that made the moment absolutely perfect.
They clung together and admired the view for a while longer, before making their way back down, and taking a walk along the Seine. They found a quaint little restaurant away from the touristy places, and enjoyed a lunch of baked camembert with fresh baguettes, escargot, and souffle.
Afterwards, they strolled the Champs de Elysee, browsing a few shops. Kurt found a pair of boots almost identical to the ones Tobi had chewed up that morning, only these were even cuter. He'd also found a brooch with the same blue opals that were in his ring. They even found a butcher shop that slaughtered their own cows and deer, and were able to purchase several untreated hides for the tigers.
Kurt was in high spirits, ready for rehearsals by the time they returned to the hotel to drop off their purchases.
"I hope they behaved for you two," he said, giving his tigers a critical eye.
Dave laughed as he and Elliott grabbed their jackets so they could all head to the theater. "Well, Tobi needed a bath, twice," he said. "But other than that, they were perfect little angels."
Kurt eyed the youngest tiger, who ducked his head and kicked his foot like he was shy about it. The blue eyed man just rolled his eyes and attached the leash to Tobias' collar and the four men led the tigers out and to the theater for rehearsals.