A/N: Finally! The 2nd chapter is up! Sorry for the wait. It took me longer than it should have to write this chapter. I kept rewriting it. Lord knows the coffee and hours I spent in Starbucks this week (desperately needed the peace and quiet). Hope you guys will like this chapter!

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Chapter 2

"Damn Kurt, you are one lucky boy! Just imagine all the places you can go and all the things you can do! I'm SO jealous of you right now," Mercedes gushed with gusto, her face lit up with an excited smile.

Kurt was over at Mercedes' for another of their sleepovers, since Mercedes' parents were out of town to visit a sick relative and Kurt wanted to spend more time with his best girl friend before he leaves for Paris. They had finished watching "Mamma Mia!" on the pretty impressive LCD screen in the Jones living room and have now moved to Mercedes' room where Kurt was telling Mercedes about the phone call from his Aunt Jeannie two days ago.

At first the sassy black girl had been a little upset that Kurt had never mention about his aunt to her but after he told her the entire story, she had nodded and hugged him in understanding. Kurt then continued to tell her about travelling to Paris to spend the rest of his summer. Mercedes had promptly squealed and pulled Kurt up to dance around the room before both of them fell back onto her bed, giggling like the Mad Hatter and March Hare.

"What better way to spend your summer than in the fashion capital of the world and city of love? Oh don't get me started on the clothes, shoes and SCARVES!" Mercedes said in awe, before trailing off into another excited squeal.

"It's really too bad that you can't come along or it'd be twice the fun! Are you sure you don't want me to ask Aunt Jeannie if you can come with, 'Cedes? I'm sure Aunt Jeannie wouldn't mind," Kurt's lips pulled down into a small frown as he asked the sassy girl again.

"Kurt, I'm really happy that you want me to go with you but this is a rare chance for you to spend some bonding time with your aunt and besides you know I have to attend my church's Bible Camp." The black girl explained as she shifted around the bed so she could rest her head on Kurt's right shoulder.

"Oh, alright. I will just have to make do without my favourite girl." Kurt said teasingly, waving his hand in a dramatic gesture.

"Aww Kurt, you will be fine! Who knows? Maybe you will meet someone while you're there. It isthe city of love after all." Mercedes wriggled her eyebrows as she said it.

At that Kurt sighed sadly and replied, "Yeah right. I doubt that will happen and besides I'm just not ready to see anybody. Not after…"

Mercedes hugged Kurt once more as she noted the pain that flashed across Kurt's glasz eyes. "Don't say that boy! All the French boys will be fighting for your attention when they lay their eyes on you! And just forget about the whole Blaine fiasco. He's not worth your tears, honey. He is a blind, stupid boy. If he can't appreciate you, he sure as hell doesn't deserve you," was Mercedes' fiery respond.

"Oh Mercedes, whatever would I do without you!" Kurt flung his arms around his best friend and squeezed her in a tight hug.

"Just remember you are one in a million, Kurt. Never let anybody convince you otherwise." Mercedes said in a serious intonation, patting Kurt's back as she returned his hug.

Kurt smiled gratefully in return and squeezed Mercedes side, "Thank you, 'Cedes. What have I ever done to deserve a friend as wonderful and fabulous as you?"

"What're you talking about, white boy? Obviously it's because you're just as fabulous and amazing if not more, that's why!" The black girl looked at him with a raised brow as she responded sassily.

"Tis true! We make culture after all. I mean you're black and I'm gay" Kurt said, quite exaggeratedly. As if on cue, both of them burst into giggles again while rolling around on the bed.

After a while, the both of them calmed down and just lay on their back looking at the ceiling before Mercedes spoke up again. "Anyway Kurt, just give yourself a chance alright? Someone is out there, just waiting for you to appear."

Kurt looked doubtful but did not refute that statement, simply smiling a little sadly in return.

"Yeah, I hope so."

"Okay enough with that, I need to get my nails painted! Been dying to try that silver peony shade I just bought yesterday! Get on with it, white boy." Mercedes splayed her fingers out and wriggled them nimbly.

"Yes mistress. What a slave driver!" Kurt replied in a playful manner, shifting to take the manicure kit from Mercedes and began to work on her nails.

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"I'm home!" Kurt called out as he closed the door gently, slipping his shoes off before entering the living room.

"Hey kid. How was the sleepover?" Burt's walked out from the kitchen, his hand holding a plate of toasted wholemeal bread spread with some organic butter as he took a bite out of it.

Kurt dropped his overnight bag on the couch before moving into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. "It was great! We watched Mamma Mia! and did some mani and pedi. Oh and Mercedes was very excited when she heard about the Paris trip."

"Well that's great, Kurt. Glad you two had a good night," Burt said as he sat down on the couch, just as Kurt walked back into the living room and settled himself down beside his father.

"Yeah anyways umm…dad, are you…sure you're okay with me going to Paris for the rest of the summer?" Kurt carefully watched for his father's reaction.

After the phone call from Jeanette, Kurt had served his family breakfast and the meal had been a rather jovial affair. Finn had happily stuffed himself with pancakes, bacon, and omelettes, while praising Kurt for his godsend culinary skills. Finn also told Kurt about the plans Rachel had set out for them for the summer while Kurt just listened, occasionally giving his two cents as he consumed his fruits and yoghurt. Burt and Carole had been discussing about the garage's thriving business over their French toasts and occasionally joining in the boys' conversation.

When they had almost finished the scrumptious meal, Kurt decided to break the news to his family. Burt had been surprised while Finn and Carole were completely confused. Remembering that Carole and Finn did not know who Jeanette was, Burt filled them in, just vaguely explaining why she left Ohio. Carole had been excited for Kurt while Finn had expressed his full support, especially after the deal with Blaine. Spending summer away from Lima in a completely different country would definitely help him move on from Blaine.

After Carole had left for work and Finn went back upstairs to get ready for his date with Rachel, Burt had inquired how Kurt had known about Jeanette's offer to let him spend summer in Paris. Kurt then told his father about the phone call prior breakfast. The older Hummel was glad Kurt and his late wife's sister seemed to have reconciled. It would be good for Kurt to spend some time bonding with Jeanette, and a great opportunity for them to catch up on each other's lives.

"To be frank Kurt, I'm a little reluctant to let you go. I mean this would be your first time away from home and you'll be at a completely different country. I'm bound to be worried." Burt admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck in a somewhat uneasy gesture.

"It's alright dad, I understand. If you don't want me to go, I won't. I'll just call Aunt Jeannie and tell her to cancel." Kurt was saddened at the thought of not being able to travel to Paris but if it is what his dad wants then he could sacrifice a little.

"No, I won't do that to you Kurt. It wouldn't be fair to you. You haven't seen Jeanette for ages after all and after the year you've had, you could use a little lift-me-up." Burt looked at his son and answered him firmly.

Kurt felt almost close to tears at his father's support. He thanked his lucky star for being gifted with such an amazing father. He shifted closer to his father and hugged his father, softly muttering, "Thank you, dad. That means a lot to me because I know it's going to be a little difficult and need some getting used to with me not around but I promise I'll call as frequent as I can."

"It'll be okay. We'll manage, although I expect you to call every week. Wouldn't want your Uncle Francy to complain about expensive phone bills, now would we." Burt chuckled as he hugged his son back with the arm not holding the plate of toast, patting his back reassuringly.

Kurt giggled and nodded in agreement. They had then spent the rest of the evening bonding over a couple of episodes of Deadliest Catch and Project Runway as they waited for Carole and Finn to return home so they could head out to Breadstix for dinner.

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"Moon River,wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style someday." Kurt sang softly along to Audrey Hepburn's vocal in the background as he rifled through his closet, picking out outfits for his trip. He had been contemplating which outfit to bring for the better half of the day. There were still 3 more days until he had to leave for Paris. Just thinking about it makes him so feel excited, a giddy smile painted across his face.

"Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you're going I'm going your way." He danced his way across his room to his bed, folding the pair of white skinny jeans before carefully placing it inside his luggage.

Kurt paused in the middle of folding his McQueen's aubergine cardigan when a different voice suddenly joins in, "Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see."

Kurt turned around to see Rachel by the doorway, he smiled at the sight of his fellow diva and gestured for her to enter as they continued to sing, their voice blending and complimenting each other's perfectly. Rachel smiled brightly in return and walked further into his room, their voices echoing into the hallway.

"We're after the same rainbow's end-
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me."

They trailed off softly as the song ended. Rachel sat down on Kurt's bed primly as she spoke, "Audrey Hepburn's voice was rather plain but it was still beautiful. That Paramount executive was a fool to consider cutting that song from the movie."

"Well Audrey Hepburn did say if they insist on cutting it, it would be over her dead body." Kurt said, chuckling softly. His respond to her statement made her giggled.

"How's your packing coming along, Kurt? Do you need any help?" the Jewish girl asked as she watched Kurt fold a pair of black skinny jeans before placing it on top of his other clothes in the suitcase.

"Almost done. I've packed everything else but the scarves. I'm trying to decide which scarf would go best with which outfit. And no offense Rachel, but I would rather keel over and die than let you have any say in what I wear." The countertenor said as he moved back to his closet and began scouring through a drawer dedicated to keeping his scarves.

"My fashion sense is completely fine." Rachel answered defensively, puffing out her chest to further emphasize her appalling animal printed sweater.

"Your sense for fashion is as fine as Principal Figgins affinity for terrible speeches. Anyway, are you here to visit Finn? He's still over at the garage with dad. He'll be back soon," Kurt said as-a-matter-of-factly. He was holding a piece of 'God Save McQueen' pashmina in one hand and Marc Jacobs' polka dot cashmere in the other to examine them before nodding to himself in agreement then ensue to fold them neatly and place them in his suitcase.

Feeling a little miffed, the Jewish girl just asked, "Oh alright, mind if I wait here till he gets back?"

"Not at all. So how are you and Finn doing?"

"We're good. We agreed to get back together once more. We're just going to enjoy our senior year for now and worry about the future later."

"I'm happy for you two. I hope everything works out for you and Finn, even though you two are the most maddening couple ever." Kurt said, patting Rachel's shoulder gently. It was so like Kurt to be sweet and insulting at the same time.

"Thank you. And..what about you, Kurt? How are you holding up? We never really got to talk about the whole Blaine issue," Rachel said, looking a little rueful.

"I'm fine. I mean what's there to talk about? I was a blind fool." The fair boy stated stiffly, expression closed off. He promptly turned away and moved to his vanity desk, fiddling with bottles of facial products.

Standing up, Rachel moved towards Kurt and gently placed her hand on his right arm stopping his flitting hand movements. "I'm sorry Kurt for bringing him up. It's just… I don't want you to shut us out and keep everything bottled up inside until it reaches a boiling point. You don't need to bear the burden by yourself. You know we'll always be here for you, right? And we would never ever judge you"

Kurt gave a curt nod, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Alright! If you need anyone to talk to, Miss Rachel Berry is always ready to offer you her service." The short girl beamed, trying to lighten the mood.

Kurt snorted at that statement, but turned and smiled gratefully at the girl, "Thank you, Rachel. That means a lot to me."

Rachel's gaze softened and said, "It's no problem. Anyway it's really wonderful you get to spend your summer in Paris. I'm so excited for you! God, what I would give to visit the city of love." She sighed wistfully at the end.

Continuing, she said, "Remember to take a lot of pictures! And I expect you to get me a Rachel Berry-worthy souvenir."

"You don't have to remind me, Miss Rachel Berry. Demanding aren't we? Don't worry. I'm also planning on getting everyone one." Kurt responded.

At that moment, the sound of the front door opening and closing resounded through the whole house.

"Looks like Finn is back," Kurt said he glanced at the direction of his door.

"Yeah, anyway I hope you enjoy your trip at Paris and just take it easy alright?" Rachel said, moving to give the countertenor a tight hug.

"I sure will… and thanks again, Rachel." He smiled at her warmly as he returned her hug just as tight before letting go.

"What are friends for right?" Rachel grinned and turned to walk out of his room.

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"Still can't believe you only brought two suitcases."

"Well Aunt Jeannie said we would get the rest of the stuffs when I'm there. And thanks for carrying my luggage, Finn" Kurt said as he got down from the car.

"Yeah sure, no prob, bro."

"You sure you got everything? Didn't forget anything, did you?" Burt asked as closed the car door, locking it.

"Yes dad for the umpteenth time." Kurt answered, rolling his eyes.

Today is the day Kurt would be leaving for Paris. Initially, Kurt had planned for Finn to drive him to the airport because he didn't want to inconvenient anyone else, but to Burt's insistence the whole family had come along to see him off.

Finn was loading Kurt's suitcases to a trolley, helping to push it as Kurt checked his airplane ticket for the terminal number.

"Alright, we're heading for terminal A10."

Burt had his arm around Carole as they led the way to said terminal, Finn and Kurt trailing behind them.

Just as they reached security, they stopped and Burt turned to face his son, "Well this is it."

Kurt moved forward and hugged his father tightly, talking into his flannel shirt, "I'm going to miss you dad."

"Me too, kid. You be careful and take care of yourself alright? And listen to your Aunt Jeannie." Burt said as he hugged Kurt back, before releasing him.

"I will dad. Remember to take your medication, and don't stress so much. And listen to what Carole tells you to do. It's for your own good."

"Yeah, yeah. When haven't I?"

Kurt stepped away from his father and turned to Carole, pulling her into a hug as well. "I will miss you too Carole and take care of my dad please."

"Of course Kurt. He's in good hands." Carole smiled dotingly at her stepson.

He smiled back and pulled back, before turning to Finn who had his arms out expecting a hug. Kurt rolled his eyes and complied.

"I'm gonna miss you dude."

"Yeah me too Finn. And don't call me dude!" Kurt exclaimed at the end.

"Okay du-...I mean Kurt." Finn smiled sheepishly down at his stepbrother, for his almost slip-up.

Taking his two suitcases from the trolley, Kurt turned back to his family and said his goodbyes.

"Take care, son. And give Jeanette my regards."

"Bye Kurt. We love you."

"See you dude."

Smiling a little teary-eyed, he nodded and waved to Burt, Carole, and Finn before taking his place at the line up at security. The three of them watched as Kurt placed his suitcase on the rolling desk before stepping through the scanners. After picking up his suitcases, Kurt turned and waved to his family before moving further into the terminal, disappearing from their sight.

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Kurt settled himself comfortably into his seat, buckling the seatbelt in place and tightening it. After the customary safety demo from the flight attendants, Kurt tuned out the noises from his surrounding and opted to look out the window as the plane began to takeoff.

Not wanting the woman sitting beside him to think him crazy, he contained himself from letting out an excited squeal.

'Gosh, how amazing is this? I'm actually sitting on a plane on my way to Paris. It feels like a dream.' Kurt thought to himself as he peered out the window, watching Ohio become smaller and smaller.

'Paris, here I come!'

TBC

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