I absolutely cannot stop thanking you for all the support guys! I seriously love you all!

And to all the reviewers who expressed your hatred towards RIB for not giving us a Klaine kiss, we still have one more episode. Let's hope for the best! :)

~ Mar

Chapter Eight: The Monster Gets the Silent Treatment

Four Seasons Hotel, 8:14am. Los Angeles, California.

The next morning, after what happened last night that Blaine calls the 'the night he did a crazy thing at the airport', the actor went down to get some breakfast from the buffet without the reporter he stopped from leaving California and leaving him. Ever since they went back to their hotel room, Kurt went into what he calls 'the silent treatment'. This is the first time that Blaine was in the receiving end of the treatment and he didn't like it one bit.

When he reached the buffet, he wasn't expecting to come face-to-face with a pissed off Wesley Montgomery. He didn't really understood why his manager looked pissed at him when he saw him. He was the one who told him to go get Kurt back but now, he looked as if he was ready to cut a bitch, the bitch aka him. The actor decided to simple ignore his pissed off manager and went inline with the other people getting their breakfast.

"I cannot believe that you did that last night, Blaine." Blaine heard his manager say as he grabbed a plate and look around the buffet table. Wesley apparently went inline next to him. Shit.

"Did what?" Blaine decided to play dumb. He seriously for the life of him cannot see something to be angry about what he did last night.

"Oh, don't play dumb with me mister!" Wes said sounding really pissed off. He knows Blaine inside and out and he knows that he is playing very dumb right now. "You know what you did last night."

Blaine grabbed a piece of chicken from the platters. "Oh...you mean that." He said, somehow acting as if he just realized it now. "Yeah, I know what I did last night. I don't see anything bad from what I did."

"Nothing bad? NOTHING BAD? Blaine, you fucking carried a man bridal-style out of the Los Angeles International Airport! Didn't you think that your little scene would be on the cover of every front page in the world? And that I have to save your ass from those hungry reporters?"

"Wesley, you are the one who told me to go after Kurt and stop him from leaving." The actor pointed out, already as pissed off at his manager.

"But I didn't told you to fucking carry him out of there. You should learn to think before you do, Blaine. It will save us both the problems." Wesley reminded him, sounding like his father. And one thing is for sure with Blaine, he doesn't like remembering his father.

Think before I do. THINK BEFORE I DO! YOU ALWAYS TELL ME THAT! WHY CAN'T I LIVE MY LIFE THE WAY I WANT IT WITHOUT YOU CONSTANTLY BICKERING ME! Blaine thought angrily. He wanted to say just that to his manager but because of the number of people in the room and the fact that even though Wesley is constantly a pain in his ass, he is still his closest friend.

"Fine," He said simply. He grabbed the nearest food he can grab from the platters and left the buffet line to calm himself. He looked around for the nearest vacant table he can find. Preferably as far as humanly possible from his manager.

When he finally settled on a table, he looked up and saw Kurt climbing down the stairs. Suddenly all the angry feelings he felt for his manager slowly dissolved into thin air, replaced by a feeling of joy that he has no idea where it's coming from.

"Hey Kurt!" Blaine greeted Kurt with a smile and a wave after setting his plate on the table. He expected a smile back or a wave back or anything that acknowledges him.

What he got was the reporter's cold shoulder.

Los Angeles, California - Paris, France.

While traveling from the beautiful sunny California to the breathlessly beautiful Paris, things were getting way too awkward between Blaine and Kurt. For the past two days, Kurt hasn't spoken award except 'please pass the ketchup' when the staff were having one their dinners.

"Kurt, why won't you just talk to me?" The star asked, almost as if he was pleading. He truly absolutely hated being at the receiving end of the silent treatment. For once, he is actually experiencing the silent treatment. He never experienced it before until now. He didn't know what else to do. He have apologized constantly between the past two days but all he gets is a nod or a very small smile.

Like now, while they were riding a plane, the reporter's response to his question was a simple smile. Bigger than last night's, Blaine noted.

Blaine has seriously had it with Kurt's silent treatment. He needs to do something and fast, before he goes insane with the silent treatment.

Ze Kitchen Galerie, 9:23pm. Paris, France.

Their first staff dinner in Paris is divine. The place is absolutely breathtaking and can make you fall in love with it in a second. The food was glorious and absolutely delicious that makes you crave for more, and the people were all so kind to them and very affectionate.

While they were in the middle of their dinner, Kurt excused himself to go to the bathroom. That is where Blaine found the chance to corner the reporter. He followed Kurt to the rest room and waited for him to finish before finally entering.

"What is with us and rest rooms?" Blaine suddenly asked when he entered. I turned around to face the actor. Blaine looked quite amused for some reason.

Instead of answering his question, I asked him another one. "Why did you follow me here?"

Blaine bit his lip and it formed a line before he answered back. "Look, I just want to know if we're okay." He said slowly.

I nodded. "We're okay."

"Then why are you avoiding me? Why are giving me the silent treatment?" The actor countered.

I sighed. "Just because we're okay, doesn't mean I forgive you." I gave it to him straight. I have been avoiding him. The past two days have been nothing but avoiding him because I'm still hurt for his distrust of me.

Blaine looked away. "You know…" He trailed off. "You're quite different from all the other reporters." He pointed out. "Unlike the others, you're not as nosy… but you're concerned."

I looked at him with a confused expression for a second, confused because of the sudden change of topic but then I laughed. "There's a difference between nosy and concerned?"

"Of course." He answered. "All those reporters… they wouldn't dare to apologize to me after what I did to you."

"You're pretty good at that." I commented. "The silent treatment."

"I know. You too, I might add." He contentedly replied. "But I apologize. I 'am so sorry for what I did. I was a complete and unforgiving asshole and I don't really deserve your forgiveness. But I'm asking you right now to give us a chance again because honestly, I don't want to be written as an asshole or be thought of one. I promise it will never happen again, I swear." The actor lifted his and neatly placed it on his chest, where his heart lies. "Also, can we please stop this fucking silent treatments?" He pleaded.

Blaine really and truly sounded sincere, heck, even back in the airport he sounded sincere. I should just accept his apology and start over this whatever-we-have again.

Also, I should make him swear more often because sounded absolutely hot when he say bad words. If he wasn't here, I would be fanning myself by now.

Kurt, stop fantasizing about him again! He is waiting for an answer! Snap out of it!

"Fine, no more silent treatments. Also, I forgive you." I agreed. The way Blaine sounded right here is the true Blaine for me. He sounded really sincere with his apology and heck, even back at the airport he sounded sincere but I was too angry at him at the time to see the sincerity of his apology. Now, after two days of nothing but thinking about what happened at the airport and right now at this rest room. I can honestly say that I 'am seeing the true Blaine, the Blaine that I 'am in love with. Not the asshole who told me to fuck off and go back to America.

He smiled back at me. And to my surprise, he walked towards me and wrapped his arms around me, giving me a very tight hug. The way I felt with his arms wrapped around me cannot be described. It simply felt right and honestly I could stay there for all eternity.

Then again, as if I would have eternity with this man. I'm not worthy enough for this man. I was the first one to pull away from him. "We'd better get back to that dinner." I recommended, pointing to the exit of the bathroom. "The staff will be worried."

He sighed. "I don't want to." He replied stubbornly.

I scoffed. "Very funny, Blaine."

"Let's explore Paris." He suggested, his complexion filled with excitement. "I haven't been able to truly see Paris through this trip and now we have an opportunity to."

I was nervous. "What?" I was in complete incredulity. "You want to escape the staff dinner to experience Paris?"

"Obviously."

I shook my head. "Blaine, there's no way—"

Cutting off my sentence, he grabbed my hand hastily, and ran out of the luxurious bathroom. Instead of leading me back to the table, he led me to the opposite end of the restaurant, planning to depart it.

"You're insane!" I yelled as I blushed due to the contact of our hands.

"Oh shut up! You're just as insane as I am!" He countered with a smile that can make me melt into a Kurt-puddle.

I almost leaped out of my skin as we exited the restaurant into Paris's nightlife. With no idea of where I was going, I decided to hopelessly follow Yunho to wherever he would take me.

With our hands together and the beautiful city swirling around us, I could almost say that I was living in a dream.

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~ Mar