Arriving in London was both a daunting and thrilling experience for Kurt. He'd never been to London was looking forward to spending a few weeks away from the troubles of Lima, Ohio. But at the same time, he was frigging scared because it had been his first time on holiday and he'd never away from Lima for no more then 3 days at a time. So whilst he was looking forward to sightseeing and experiencing the London nightlife, he was also going to miss his father Burt and the friends he'd made at work. But this was something he had to do, he had to take control of his life and enjoy himself and God forget about Blaine for five freaking minutes. And what better way to do that then being with his two favouite bitches and in a country that was basically foreign to Kurt.

They'd booked a suite in the most expensive hotel in London that Puck's creditcard could afford, and spent several hours getting ready. They were hitting the town. This was something that Kurt vary rarely did and when he did venture out into the nightclubs, he'd always had Blaine with him. This would be his first time hitting the clubs as a single man and it was something that he was both nervous and thrilled about. And at least if he'd failed to enjoy himself, he could always weep on Mercedes' shoulders about how Blaine had broke his heart.

Quinn looked hot if Kurt didn't say so himself as she strutted out of the shower room wearing a Baby Pink boob tube dress that Puck had forbidden her to wear ever unless it was in the bedroom with him, and her boobs were so out there that Kurt for a moment started to question if he actually was a gayer. Her hair was immaculate of course, not a single hair out of place, and her make up not too tarty but you could tell she had topped it up. She was also wearing a fabulous pair of expensive Louboutins heels that Kurt had bought her for her birthday. ("Fashion can never be too expensive!"). "I need some vodka down this throat as soon as possible" Quinn stated as she grabbed a mini bottle of vodka from the hotel fridge. It was a ridiculously expensive amount for such a tiny bottle, but Quinn didn't care. ("That bastard can pay for it!"). She downed it in a single shot and didn't even flinch. Girl was clearly used to it.

Sitting down with Quinn on a King Size bed that she was sharing with Mercedes for the duration of the hotel stay, he thought back to thier relationship at school- well, it was barely there really. Both he and Quinn hadn't really bonded much because he'd always seen Quinn as a stuck up bitch and she'd always seen him as a stuck up fashion snob (He was, but she grew to love it). When they graduated, Quinn had gone home with Puck and the pair of them had moved (briefly) to New York to try and make it in the scene, but came home with thier tails between thier legs when all they got was a brief extra scene in a CSI episode. (They were offered a porn movie by some Porn mogul which Puck would have been delighted to take up but Quinn insisted that noone was going to see her 'woo woo' on screen) and she'd landed a job at Ralph Lauren where Kurt worked as a junior fashion stylist (He'd recently been promoted to Senior Fashion Stylist) and they'd quickly esthtablished that they could probably be good friends. Quinn had always loved Blaine and they'd often go out on double dates with her and Puck. Quinn was probably his second best friend after Mercedes and it something that shocked Kurt because he never imagined that he'd ever form a bond with Quinn. But apperances can be deceptive.

"You know Kurty" Quinn said as she grabbed a lipgloss from her bag and began topping it up on her big red lips. "You should try and find Mr Right Now as opposed to Mr Right. You've only been with Blaine and you should kiss a few frogs before you find your prince!".

Kurt shrugged at the thought. One night stands didn't really appeal to him, he'd much rather spend his nights with his mates, or watching a movie on his own with popcorn and a big bottle of diet coke (Had to be diet, he'd never touch that vulgar full sugar shit). And yes, he'd only ever had sex with Blaine in his 25 years on earth so maybe Quinn was talking some sort of sense.

"Maybe your right" Kurt shrugged "I'm not fussed either way. If there is a British man that is willing to sweep me off my fabulously perfect feet then I'm not going to complain".

Quinn laughed at him as Mercedes finally appeared wearing a rather fantastic multicoloured dress that she'd purchased from a charity shop (A CHARITY SHOP! Kurt nearly fainted when Mercedes had told him). But it did look bloody fantastic on her and made her look slimmer. Mercedes was not fat by all means, she'd lost a ton of weight since becoming the new Glee teacher at McKinley High after Will Schuster had retired and moved to Florida with his wife Emma Pillsbury and thier young child Howard. She was wearing a different weave, this one was red and made her fake Blue contacts shine. She really looked like a diva and Kurt thought she looked just fabulous, thank you very much. Mercedes had been engaged once, to a footballer called Anthony with whom Kurt had set her on a date with but it fell through when he landed a footballing contract in Spain and she'd refused to quit her job to move with him. Like Quinn, she was fabulously single but 100% looking for Mr Right.

"Right Bitches" Mercedes said as she grabbed her handbag off the bedroom nightstand "Let's do this thing".

They had decided on a British pub called 'The Swan' to start thier night and they'd probably end up in a nightclub if they could be bothered. Mercedes was a lightweight and was drunk after four bottles of Vodka and Coke. Kurt wasn't a big drinker, but he'd always loved Archers and Lemonade and ordered that, whilst the two girls stuck to Vodka and Coke. Doubles, of course, Puck is paying.

They got a table near the window and Quinn was quite taken aback by the music they was playing on the Jukebox. ("Who the fuck are McFly?) but Kurt rather liked the song and thought it was quite a good dance song.

They spent two hours in the club, and both Mercedes and Kurt were relatively drunk much to Quinn's distain. The ended up in a nightclub called Heaven which they knew was a gay club when a drag queen approached them and told Mercedes that her dress was "fabulous bitch". Quinn ordered more drinks whilst Kurt and Mercedes grabbed the only table that wasn't taken and parked thier fabulously dressed bottoms down. A couple of topless lads were eyeing Kurt much to Mercedes amusement, but they had tattoo's and Kurt disliked tattoo's immesnely. ("Why ruin the fabulous skin that God gave you with disgusting body art") so he'd not be talking to them tonight, thank you very much.

"Does my hair look ghastly?" I asked Mercedes as she turned off her mobile phone.

"Baby, you know your hair looks all sorts of fabulous, don't even think that it's not, your hair is perfect and I'm sure people would kill to have your shining locks".

Kurt laughed at that. He knew that his hair looked ultra fabulous but it wouldn't hurt to hear a fantastic compliment from his top bitch. It always made his night just that little bit more enjoyable. Quinn returned with the drinks and took a seat next to Mercedes.

"That guy is well hot" Quinn pointed to one of the shirtless tattooed hunks that had eyed up Kurt earlier in the evening "Shame I probably haven't got the equipment that his looking to try out".

By 1.00am, all three of them were quite drunk and taking centre stage in the middle of the dancefloor. Quinn had managed to snag herself probably the only straight bloke in the place and was dancing erotically for his pleasure as he pratically drooled. Kurt and Mercedes were dancing to Lady GaGa's Born This Way which had a fantastic reception and had lesbians and gays alike singing along at the top of thier drunken voices. It was at this point when Kurt's world stopped dead and he'd noticed a very familar dark haired lad with his hands in his pocket.

One Finn Hudson.

"Oh my God!" Kurt said as he dragged Mercedes off the dancefloor in a panic, hoping that Finn hadn't spotted him. "Finn Hudson?"

"What, baby?" Mercedes asked. She couldn't hear him through the volume of the music and the drunken singing that was taking place.

"Finn Hudson is here. In this club. Finn Hudson!" Kurt had his eye on Finn who was talking to a stunning brunette woman. Finn, thankfully, hadn't noticed Kurt.

"I can't hear you baby".

Kurt sighed. "FINN HUDSON" he screamed, loudly. And he had to choose the point in which the music stopped completely. All eyes were on him. What the fuck, was this some cheesy movie or something? Finn had turned around from talking to the woman and looked at Kurt. There eyes met and Kurt felt physically sick. Mercedes had her mouth wide open and even Quinn managed to pull herself away from a hunky shirtless bloke to express her shock.

"I hope this isn't the drink, but you are Finn Hudson aern't you?" Kurt asked as she sat in the smoking area with Finn. He looked as handsome as ever and he had the same dumbstruck look on his face. Kurt sighed despite himself. You never forget your first love.

"It's me" he simply replied "I mean.. Wow.. I can't believe it, Kurt Hummel, how are you my man?"

Kurt melted at the way he said 'My man'. If only.

"I'm fine" Kurt said despite himself. "Reeling from a split but determined to get over it".

"Oh" was all Finn replied and Kurt wandered if perhaps he had said too much. He downed his Archers and Lemonade and had to sit down because the drink was seriously getting to him now.

"What about you Finn.. London? Vacation or home?" Kurt inquired

Finn smiled. "Home. I moved hear two years ago.. Landed a job as a P.E teacher in a highly respected secondary school".

Kurt flicked his hair, flirting. "Wow, I'm just on holiday".

The silence was deafening. He hated the smell of smoke that vapoured the air as he sat and Finn stood, but it was the only place they could talk privately.

"You look so good.. So toned". Kurt grabbed Finn's biceps flirtingly expecting to be pushed away, but Finn flexed his muscle and smiled a goofy grin at Kurt which if he wasn't sitting would have made him sit from the sheer delightfulness of it.

"I do try, and you look.. " Finn thought for a moment, trying to find a suitable word. He smiled before replying "Fabulous".

Kurt couldn't help it. He stood up, and looked at his former crush in the eyes. He brown eyes connected to his own hazel eyes. They stared for a few moments and then Kurt breathed "I want to kiss you Finn Hudson".

And then Finn replied something that Kurt was definitely not expecting.

"Go on then".

TBC