A/N: Hey my sweetests, I apologise for the very late update! Sorry for letting you guys wait for weeks. I've been occupied with other stuffs.

One of the stuffs I was busy with was writing a one-shot that involves Kurt doing a number of Rihanna's SM. So if you guys haven't read it and are interested, go read it! From what I've read from the reviews I received, it's a very HOT read so better read it in an air conditioned room or bring a fan with you. LOL. And if you guys want a sequel, I want y'all to submit what you want to see and what direction you want the sequel to go to my tumblr. Y'all are welcome to prompt me too

And thank you so much for the alerts and reviews for the last chapter. Love that y'all are loving this. It means the world to me!

Whoops and I almost forgot, MERRY EFFING CHRISTMAS!

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"Speaking in French"

Chapter 3

"Thank you for flying with US Airways and hope to see you again on our next flight. Enjoy your stay in Paris."

Kurt returned the flight attendant's smile and gave a curt nod as he walked past her and through the jet bridge. As he walked out of the terminal to security, he could barely contain the spring in his steps. He could not wait to see all the wonders this beautiful city has to offer. The sight of the city from the sky had taken his breath away, prompting him to quickly snap a picture with his phone.

As he passed security and made his way to the baggage claim area, his eyes twinkled in delight at the sight of the bustling state of the airport. He just felt like spreading his arms out and shout, 'Bonjour, Paris!' but he would rather not be detained by the airport security. He waited impatiently as his eyes scanned the baggage carousel for his suitcases. Finally spotting them, he swiftly took his suitcases and loaded them onto the trolley, pushing it as he made his way past customs. He could see many people waiting; some holding up signs with a name on it and one particular sign caught his eyes.

'KURT HUMMEL'

It was written in bold colourful letters and the sign was decorated with sequins and glitter and Kurt looked at the person holding said sign. It was a tall man standing at 6'1 with wavy dirty blonde hair and his jaw dusted in couple-days old stubble. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white button down shirt tucked in adorning a grey coat with dark blue lapel. Beside him stood a lean woman of 5'7 stature with long wavy chestnut hair pulled back into a casual chignon, her face was void of any make up except for the light dab of warm seashell pink on her heart-shaped lips. She was dressed in a beige fluted pencil dress that fitted her perfectly, paired with a pair of metallic sparkle pumps.

The years have definitely treated his uncle and aunt very kindly. Uncle Francy looked as handsome as ever. If possible, the years have augmented his appeal as he now exuded a roguish charm that would certainly make many of the female population weak in the knees, if the coy looks a group of young women standing next to them is shooting him are any indication.

Well, he can't blame them. After all, he had lost count of times he had been teased in the past by Aunt Jeannie and his mother on the not-so-subtle crush he had on Uncle Francy. Whenever his uncle was within sight, his cherubic cheeks would turn a rosy shade and then continued to plaster himself to his uncle's side instigating his mother's and aunt's cooing at his adorableness. Ah, those were the days.

As for his aunt, she looked absolutely stunning. She did not look a day over 40. His uncle is so lucky to have married Aunt Jeannie. Oh, he would have to remember to pick up some skincare tips from his aunt.

Together his uncle and aunt make a gorgeous pair. He quickened his strides and hastened to make his way over to the couple.

"Aunt Jeannie! Uncle Francy! Here!"

The man and the woman turned sharply to the direction of his voice and their faces broke into huge grins at the sight of their beloved nephew.

"Kurtie!"

Jeanette enveloped the teenage boy in a tight hug, her eyes brimming with tears. It had been too long since she had seen or touched her baby nephew. Well, not so baby now seeing as he is standing at a taller height than her.

Hearing him wheezed as she practically squeezed the breath out of him, she released him from her tight hold and smiled sheepishly at Kurt. "Oh look at you, Kurt. All grown up now."

"Yes, it is a little odd to be looking down at you instead of up at you," Kurt beamed brightly at his aunt before turning to his uncle.

"Bonjour, Uncle Francy! Lovely sign," he said. He blushed faintly as he greeted his uncle. His uncle is one fine-looking man after all.

Francois groaned and replied, his voice heavy with French accent, "Really? Are you still calling me that? I would have expected you to drop that nickname by now, Kurtsie." He teased right back.

"Not till you drop that horrendous nickname, Uncle Francy ," Kurt retorted, emphasising on the name.

"Never."

"Never say never."

"Well in your dreams, boy."

"Boys! Behave yourselves! Not even an hour of seeing each other and you've already begin squabbling like 5 years olds. I know you really miss each other but we'll have to take this back home," Jeanette chastised them before Kurt could make a comeback.

"Sorry, Aunt Jeannie. But yes I've missed both of you immensely." Kurt said fondly as he looped one of his arms with his aunt's.

"Oui, we've definitely missed you Kurtsie," the French man said, with a hint of mischievousness, as he grinned at the boy diva.

Kurt just smiled and rolled his eyes in respond.

"Alright. Enough talking, time's ticking. Let's get going and help Kurtie carry his luggage will ya, Francois?"

"Oui, mon belle Jeannie." Francois smiled charmingly at his wife before moving to carry both of Kurt's suitcases.

Kurt tried to cover his giggles as coughs when he saw his aunt's cheeks coloured at the way her husband addressed her.

Jeanette walked arm in arm with her nephew as they headed towards where they parked their car while Francois walked behind them with Kurt's suitcases. She was telling Kurt all about the sights that he must see and what activities they could do. Kurt smiled at the animated way his aunt was talking about the history, people, and culture of France. Yes, he most certainly has missed spending time with his Aunt Jeannie.

This is going to be the best summer ever.

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"So here we are. Welcome to Le Vesinet."

When Kurt's plane had touched down, the sun had already set in Paris. He then remembered that Paris is six hours ahead of Ohio. He would have to adjust to the time as soon as possible. It was past nine o'clock at night when they reached the Dupont's estate.

Kurt got down from the backseat of the Volkswagen Phaeton and stared in awe and he could not help let slip a 'wow' as he took in the sight before him.

Before him stood the most beautiful mansion he had ever laid eyes on. The house is approximately 500 square metres. The body of the house was painted in white while the rooftop was in the colour of dark blue. It is the embodiment of what a Parisian house would be. The exterior of the house had not been reformed to preserve the original structure of the mansion, emanating an antiquated sense. The vintage feel of the mansion was augmented by the wall lights illuminating the house. There were hedges and plants of flowers in front of the mansion leading to the back. He couldn't wait to explore the entire estate and the interior of the house.

"Come on Kurtie. Let's get you settled in," Jeanette called out holding the door open, beckoning for Kurt to enter. Francois had gone on ahead to place Kurt's suitcases in the guestroom.

"Yeah."

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Kurt had just finished hanging the last of his clothes in the dresser. Jeanette had arranged for him to stay in the guestroom with the most beautiful view. Opening the door to the veranda, Kurt would be greeted with the panoramic view of the beautiful city.

Before his aunt let him retire to the room, he had been given a brief tour of the inside of the mansion by Aunt Jeannie. The interior was a perfect and balanced fusion of vintage Paris and a sense of modernity. Kurt loved the wooden floor, moldings, fireplaces, and high ceilings, depicting the epoch of Victorian.

The mansion consisted of exactly four bedrooms and four bathrooms, a library, a study, a family room, living room, dining room as well as a family kitchen. There was even an indoor pool. The entire house was tastefully decorated and Kurt could not help but fall in love with the mansion. He could most certainly imagine living in a house like this in the future.

After showing Kurt around the house, Jeanette brought him to the family kitchen so they could have some late dinner which Francois took the liberty of preparing during Kurt's brief tour. His uncle had just whipped up something quick and simple for all of them.

"Sorry, Kurtie. I would've prepared something more grandeur if only time would permit it," Francois said apologetically while serving them.

"It's fine, Uncle Francy. No need to be so troublesome!" Kurt responded.

"Nonsense, Kurt. It's no trouble at all. We are just so delighted to have you here with us. It's a dream come true. Tell you what tomorrow we'll take you to this really good restaurant that serves the best French cuisine." Jeanette gushed excitedly.

"Oh alright. I look forward to it and I'm so happy to be here too." He smiled cheerily at them.

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After dinner last night, Jeanette had urged her nephew to go get some rest from the jet lag and also because it was going to be a busy day for them tomorrow. She was going to take him out to buy the extra clothes and other things he would need during this summer holiday. With the excitement of the day finally catching up to him, Kurt was more than ready to lie down and catch some shuteyes but not before arranging his clothes in his wardrobe and then a quick shower.

The next morning, Kurt awoke to the sound of bird chirpings and smell of scones and baked goods wafting in the air. He rose up from his queen sized bed and stared dazedly around. At first he was confused by the unfamiliar surrounding but then remembered he was staying in Aunt Jeannie's house now. Covering his mouth as he yawned loudly, then stretching his body long and good he threw back the covers and shuffled down from the bed.

The room was rather dark with the curtains still covering the glass door that leads to the veranda. So he walked towards the curtains and pulled it back. He winced softly and his eye squinted at the sudden stream of sunlight into his room but he quickly adjusted. He pushed the door open and walked outside, shivering a little at the chilly morning air.

The sight that greeted him as he stood by the railings of the veranda literally took his breath away. It was the most gorgeous view. He could see the entire city of Paris and noted the Eiffel Tower in the far distance. Enjoying the view of the blue morning sky and the beauty of the city and basking in the warmth of the sun for a few moments longer, he proceeded to do a few breathing exercise. The feel of fresh air regulating through his lungs and into his entire body was just so soothing. He had never felt so refreshed in his life, like all the stress and burden he's carrying on his shoulders had just vanished into thin air. It was the most relaxed he had felt in a very long while.

Deciding that he had breathed enough fresh air, he walked back inside and began to prepare for his day. Laying the outfit he had chosen on his bed, he headed into the bathroom to take a shower and afterwards did his regular skin care regimen before styling his hair.

"Bonjour, Kurtsie. Slept well?" Francois greeted from the kitchen as Kurt descended the stairs.

"Hi Uncle Francy, bonjour. A most wonderful sleep I must say. Where's Aunt Jeannie?"

"Oh she's doing her yoga at the backyard. She'll be done soon. Vous voulez un café?" The French man had just finished preparing breakfast if the wonderful aroma was anything to go by.

"Oui, le café semble très bien," replied Kurt as he moved towards the kitchen counter, watching as his uncle poured two cups of coffees, pushing one towards him.

"I see your French has vastly improved," Francois stated teasingly.

Back when Jeanette and Francois were still living in the States, the Dupont had taken it upon themselves to attempt to teach baby Kurt the Romance language before Elizabeth's ill fate. But the small boy had only known two words; maman and oui. He would used to scream the latter whenever he tried to get attention.

"Why thank you, oh dearest uncle o' mine." Was Kurt's snarky reply as he took a whiff of the divine aroma of the coffee before taking a sip.

Just then Jeanette picked that moment to enter the kitchen. "Hey guys, morning!"

"Morning Aunt Jeannie. Want some coffee?"

"Yes! And breakfast too. I'm famished!" Jeanette said as she ruffled Kurt's hair when she walked pass and pressed a quick kiss her husband's cheek.

"Why don't you two go wait at the terrace? It's a lovely day and we shouldn't waste it by spending the day inside. I'll be right outside with your coffee, ma reine." Francois urged them as he gently nudged his wife forward.

Kurt watched the way his aunt and uncle interacted and could not help but feel a little green with envy. He noted the small yet tender gestures like the brush of their hands when they are close, the small smiles they would exchange when they caught each other's gaze, or the fond look filled with love and warmth one would send to the others. How he wished he could have what they have.

Maybe one day…

"Bien. Come Kurtie, we'll wait at the terrace."

As they sat down at the Cartagena armchair which looked towards the backyard, Kurt was in awe at the sight of the backyard. The terrace offered a stunning view of the landscaped garden. Kurt took note of how perfect and ideal this place is for a relaxing evening. The fresh air and wonderful fragrant of the flowers in the morning would definitely do his skin some good.

"This reminds me. Since you didn't get the chance to check out the backyard area, I'll show you around when we finish breakfast," said Jeanette.

"Looking forward to it!" Kurt said breathily.

"Breakfast is here! Today we are having brouillade de truffes. I thought I'd prepare a more authentic French dish since it's basically Kurt's first day here." Francois walked in with a tray of what seemed to be eggs with black truffles and carefully placed them on the low table.

After they had finished breakfast, Francois had proceeded to do the clean up and Jeanette began to lead Kurt around the backyard. The garden had a variety of flowers and trees, some of which Kurt recognizes as the dogwood trees, hydrangeas, wisterias, and hyacinths. Kurt noticed there was an array of roses in one part of the garden. He could only recognize the English rose and Floribunda rose. He couldn't resist taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes, just breathing in the scent of nature around him and just basking in the tranquility of the moment.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Kurt opened his eyes and smiled at his aunt as he answered, "Yes, its beauty is incomparable."

"Exactly why I bugged Francois to buy this place when I saw it. It was love at first sight," Jeanette responded as she continued to lead Kurt down a winding path which leads to the tennis court.

"It's very nice how Uncle Francy indulges your every whim." The divaish boy said softly.

Seeing the fleeting longing look cross the boy's face, understanding donned on Jeanette. She placed her hands on Kurt's shoulders and squeezed him briefly. "Let me tell you something Kurt."

"Hm?"

"One day you will find someone who will love you for who you are and treat you with the love and respect you deserve. You will find each other and it will be nothing less than perfect. Wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure."

Blinking back tears, Kurt surged forward and hugged his aunt tightly trying to convey his gratitude in the hug.

"Thank you, Aunt Jeannie."

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"Let's take a break Kurtie. All this walking is killing my legs." Jeanette whined softly.

"Getting old now, Aunt Jeannie?" her nephew teased as he chuckled softly.

"Oh shush you."

Both aunt and nephew had been shopping close to four hours in the Galeries Lafayette located in the street of Boulevard Hausmann. In each of their arms, they held at least two shopping bags with brands like Christian Lacroix, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana, and Marc Jacobs. Kurt had even bought a couple of polo t-shirts from Ralph Lauren for his dad and even Finn.

Jeanette spotted a café nearby when they exited the Galeris Lafayette which serves excellent coffee and food according to his aunt. They quickly made their way there and opted to sit inside where there were air conditioners. They carefully placed their purchases in the chair beside them before the waiter took their orders.

As Kurt and his aunt chatted idly while waiting for their orders to arrive, the countertenor noticed a slight commotion going on a couple of tables to his right. It looked like two young men were involved in a heated argument. He could only see one of the men's faces since the other one had his back turned to him.

The man was rather good looking with thick and dark brown hair that was combed back and a pair of deep set eyes, from what he could see when he glanced briefly at him. And from the snippets of conversation he could hear, it seems like there's trouble in paradise for those two. Chiding silently to himself for listening in (even though they weren't being very silent), he tuned them out and focused on his conversation with his aunt.

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Sebastian Smythe grew up in a very wealthy family. His parents were prominent figures in their home country, England, but had moved to France when Sebastian was only seven years old. His father was a very successful businessman while his mother was a famed actress, known across the globe. Having parents that held high standings in society, it was no surprise that the young Smythe was neglected more often than not. His father was always busy with his business while his mother was always off to one event or another.

Raised in such upbringing, he did not have much faith in matters of love. To him, love is naught but a charade people use to mask the fractures in their life. To the outside world, the Smythe portrayed the perfect picture of a loving family with the white picket fence but that was not the case in reality. His parents didn't really love each other; it was a marriage of convenience. Sebastian can hardly remember the last time they spent time together as a real family. He was left to the care of their family butler – whom had served their family for more than three decades – until the time he entered high school.

Even though he was popular in school and his academic and athletic achievements were nothing short of excellent, he did not have anybody to call friends. Or at least one that was true. He had also gained a rather unpleasant reputation for himself due to his endless conquests. He is quite the charmer.

It was so that he is in the predicament that he is in now.

He had gotten quite bored and so had agreed to a coffee 'date' with his latest conquest, a young man in his early twenties who was ironically working for his father. What he did not count on was that 15 minutes into seating at one of the many Parisian café that occupies the street of the romantic city he was confronted by his companion.

Apparently Sebastian had been caught in a hot making out session with some other guy a few days ago during a party. Well that shouldn't be so surprising. A drunken Sebastian usually equals a horny Sebastian. And from the young man's livid expression, this wasn't going to end well. Oh well, he was getting bored of him anyway. At least there wasn't any nosey reporters sneaking around and attempting to snap pictures. He could do without the run in the gossip mill, not that he particularly cares.

"Are you listening to any words I'm saying, Sebastian Smythe?"

"Yes! You know what. Maybe we should just break up." The young Smythe said nonchalantly.

"W-What? You're breaking up with me? And in public no less!" Red most definitely do not flatter the man's looks. He looked like steam was going to burst from his nose and ears anytime now.

"That's what I'm saying. It would be for the best. Besides I doubt my father would be all that pleased when he finds out we're involved." Sebastian said with a shrug as he took a sip from his coffee.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing! I should've listened to my friend when she told me you were trouble. You know what, you're right. We're over and done with. I don't need to put with your shits." Then the man did something unexpected.

As he stood up and was about to leave, he picked up his glass of water and tossed the water at Sebastian's face. "That was for going behind my back and humiliating me." He huffed and then promptly left.

Startled, the young Smythe wiped away the dripping water with his hand and blinked rapidly to clear his vision. The café had fallen silent and as he looked around, the other customers quickly looked away and noises began anew.

Then he noticed a young man a couple of tables away – very cute if he may so – staring at him. When the man realized he was caught staring he quickly turned away, his pale face flushing a beet red. 'He definitely blushes prettily' was his thought. The man had chestnut hair that was coiffed up and was dressed in high end fashion and from the quick glimpse he had, the man had the most mesmerizing sky blue eyes.

'I wonder if there's any way I can find out who this rare beauty is.'

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