A/N okay so this is the first part of their honeymoon and I've worked on it a long time, but i'm not really happy with the result. So maybe you guys could let me know what you think? Thanks keep reading and reviewing guys! Much love
disclaimer: I do not own glee, or the song or anything that might be copyrighted here.

Chapter 4: Honeymoon (part 1)

"Blaine. Blaine! BLAINE!" Kurt yelled with excitement. "Honey, wake up!"

"Hmm, what? Where… oh damn, I fell asleep, didn't I?" asked Blaine, rubbing his eyes cutely with his knuckles like a little child.

"Yes, but Blaine, oh my freaking God! Blaine, we're in Paris!" Kurt was almost bouncing in his seat, and the barely awake Blaine smiled. They stared out the window, Blaine almost crawling in Kurt's lap to see something.

When Kurt saw the Eiffel tower, he couldn't help but squeal. And then finally –finally- the plane touched the ground. The newly wed couple were among the first to get out. They took a cab to their hotel –"five freakin' stars, we have to call your parents and thank them again, sweetie"- and couldn't wait to start unpacking. Blaine was surprised at how little Kurt had complained about how he could only bring two suitcases.

When they arrived in the lobby, a man in a grey suit at the reception told them they could have lunch before exploring the beautiful city. Right on queue, Blaine's stomach started to growl. Kurt thanked the man with a chuckle, and went to the buffet, followed by a very hungry Blaine. The smaller boy attacked the buffet and five minutes later, Kurt stared at the amount of croissants and cups of coffee that guy could digest in such a short time.

Once satisfied the two boys linked their hands and started slowly exploring the city of love, they spent almost an entire day at the Louvre.

"Kurt, Kurt, I want to see the Mona Lisa! Come on, sweetie!" Blaine rambled as he tugged on the other boy's hand.

"Blaine, you do know that there's actually nothing special about it, right?" Kurt laughed but Blaine was too excited to listen. They were wandering the enormous museum for two hours when finally they saw the world-famous painting. Blaine let out a squeal and quickly took his camera. When they got closer, Kurt saw the look of disappointment on his husband's face.

"Oh well," he mumbled whilst taking a couple a pictures. "At least I can say I saw it in person." Then he turned around and his eyes went wide. "Babe? What're you staring at?" Kurt asked confused and he too, turned around. The two were facing the largest painting they've ever seen in their lives.

"That's a big painting," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, still wondering how the hell, the person who made it had had the patience to finish it.

"I think 'big' isn't the right word. I'd say gigantic or enormous or something," Kurt replied? They stared at the painting for like 20 minutes, trying to figure out why anyone would even want to spend their time on something as huge as this. Finally Blaine spoke up. "Well, as beautiful as this is, I actually really need to pee," he said looking around for a sign.

Half an hour later they had left the Louvre and were on their way to find something to eat. Walking through the gorgeous streets, holding hands with no one shouting abuse at them was the happiest Kurt had felt in his entire life. Well apart from his wedding day. Once they'd found a restaurant that wasn't too crowded, they finally had some time to look at each other, in stead of looking around all day.

Blaine studied Kurt's face as he was reading through the menu. His eyes twinkled, he still had a slight blush from the wind, and he looked so happy that Blaine's heart felt like it could explode ant moment now.

"You look beautiful," he said.

"Thank you," Kurt said blushing harder. "You know how I imagined Paris always being so romantic and peaceful, but bursting with energy at the same time?" Kurt asked as he gave his menu to the waiter and ordered their food.

"Yeah, and?" Blaine looked expectantly.

"It's even better!" Kurt was almost squealing with excitement.

"I know exactly what you mean though. I mean New York is great and wonderful, but there's just something about this city that makes me feel so free," Blaine said, smiling.

"I love you," whispered Kurt, leaning forward a bit. Blaine did the same and planted a gentle kiss on his lips.

"I love you too."

Over dinner the talked more about the awesomeness of Paris and what the plans were for the next few days. After Kurt insisted on paying their delicious meals, they made their way to the hotel again; thank God Blaine could memorize streets well.

"Did you know I can order anything at any hour of the night?" Blaine said amazed, looking at the menu he found in one of the bedside tables.

"And of course, you're thinking of food again," his husband laughed entering the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

"You know me, and you love me for it," said Blaine absentmindedly.

"Fair enough," was the response as Kurt came out of the bathroom, with nothing but his pyjama bottoms on. Blaine looked at him with a smile on his lips, which caused Kurt's cheeks to blush a little.

"What?" the brunette asked.

"Nothing," Blaine grinned. "Just admiring my gorgeous husband."

Kurt rolled his eyes and crawled in the huge bed, resting his head on Blaine's chest. He nuzzled into his neck, sighing contently. The other man wrapped his arms around the slender one and hummed a tune Kurt recognised as 'au champs elysées'.

"You know that song?" asked Kurt surprised. "Of course! I've done my research before we came here!" Blaine joked, pulling a face somewhere between amused and trying to look serious. Kurt chuckled and as Blaine started humming again, the boy started mouthing at Blaine's jaw. It tickled a little.

"Babe, you need to shave tomorrow morning," Kurt breathed against the other's skin.
"Do I have to?" Blaine whined.

Kurt didn't even answer that, he just started trailing kisses down the scruffy neck while Blaine was stroking his back. He tilted his head a little, to give Kurt better access. The countertenor reached his lips and pressed little kisses against them, not fully kissing the curly haired singer. Blaine growled and put a hand behind Kurt's neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. When Blaine parted his lips and licked across Kurt's bottom lip, the boy sighed and finally completely relaxed into the kiss. Their tongues were fighting for dominance and their hands were travelling all over each other's bodies. Blaine moaned as Kurt tugged on his curls and he bit down on Kurt's lip, making him wince. Kurt travelled his lips down to Blaine's neck and he bit down.

"I think tomorrow is a scarf day," Blaine mumbled, nuzzling into Kurt's hair. Kurt smiled and sucked at the sensitive skin.

"Oh god… Kurt… Kurt, please…" Blaine whined and squirmed, Kurt got a hold of his wrists and pinned them above Blaine's head. "Shut up and kiss me," Kurt growled still planting soft kisses on his husband's jaw. Blaine lifted his head and pressed his lips hard on the other boy's mouth, still wrestling to get his arms free.

Kurt finally let go and Blaine rolled them over. So their first night of their honeymoon began.

The days they spent in Paris were filled with romantic walks to the monuments and lovely candle light dinners. By the time they had to leave, Kurt and Blaine had fallen in love with the city and as the plane took off, the taller boy blinked away a few tears.

"Aww, don't worry sweetie. I promise you we'll come back as much as we can. Until you get sick of it!" Blaine said taking Kurt's hand.

"That's very sweet," Kurt said. "But fair warning: I don't think I'll ever get enough of this place."

Blaine chuckled, leaning back in his seat, ready for a short flight to Rome.

A/N so that was the Paris part of their honeymoon =). The next will be Italy =) Blaine's gonna love that! I'm sorry I haven't updated in like an eternity but I got kinda stuck and well yeah…