Well, hello, there. I'm sorry this took so long. I had planned to post this chapter last thursday, but I didn't have time. I hope you like this one!

-X-

''It's done, guys,'' Blaine said, walking into the sunroom of the hotel. His brothers were sitting around a table, smoking and drinking while a jazzy song played softly in the background.

''About what?'' Christian asked, not looking up from his cards.

''Kurt.'' He simply responded, satisfied when three heads went in his direction in a flash. '' Well, well'' Patrick said with a smirk leaning in his wooden chair, fingers crossed on his stomach and the cards already forgotten on the table, ''Do tell, little brother.'' Seeing the glint in his elder's brother eyes, Blaine had a boost of confidence.

''Now, tell us about some crunchy news. You already get it on with the little elf?'' Daniel asked. All of them watched Blaine sitting in a chair, eager to hear about the progress of their game.

Blaine looked pass his brothers for a second and watched the sun rays piercing through the window. It really was a beautiful day, Blaine mused. The grey skies of this morning were no more, now replaced by the sun and the warmth of April.

Blaine detached his eyes of the window and chuckled as he remembered his encounter with Kurt.

''You should've seen his face, guys.'' Blaine smirked. ''He already knew who I was, so he was smitten at first sight.''

''It's going to be easy, then'' Christian said as he poured vodka in his glass.

''He was blushing like a little virgin,'' Blaine said matter-of-factly. Daniel was the first to react.

''Wait, are you saying that…''

''Probably. I mean, I'm not sure per se, but he acted like one. I have more experience in this area then all of you combine, guys, so I know when someone never been fucked before.''

''Hey! This is not true,'' Christian said, indianite and crossing his arms over his chest.

''It's a fact.'' Blaine shrugged. ''I get more cocks then you get pussies.''

''That's because you are just a whore.'' Christian huffed.

''I'd rather be a whore then having an addiction…'' Christian put his glass hard on the wooden table and stood up. Blaine did enjoy his brother's outbursts and angry behavior. He knew it was a side effect of his drug use, but he liked pushing his last button, even if the teasing is as small as the one they were having.

''Shut up, you don't know shit!'' Christian sneered in his face, ready to jump on him at any moment but the fierce and strong voice of the eldest brother brought them to a stop.

''Enough! Both of you.'' He drank the remaining of his drink and took a smoke of his cigar calmly.

Christian was the first to calm down and it was done rather quickly for a man that just a minute before, he was ready to explode.

''We were just goofing around, am I right, Blainey boy?'' Christian said, approaching his brother and planting a wet kiss on his cheek with a smack. Blaine grimaced and whipped the reminding of the saliva off of his face.

''Gross.''

''So, Blaine, it's getting interesting,'' Daniel said from his place around the table. ''You're chasing a little virgin.'' He sing-song with a smirk. ''It's actually a first for the game.''

Blaine nodded and smirked. ''Yeah. So I don't think he will go down on his knees that easily. After my conversation with him, I realized that that boy is all about romance, ''he said, making a gagging sound. ''And he's poor, too.''

Patrick frowned, ''How can he be poor? He's here and yesterday, he commanded the whole damn fest.''

''I don't know. I didn't ask. But I intend to when I will have his trust. But… imagine it! I will just sweep him off his feet with money and he will be so blind by it all…'' he made a contend sigh. ''This thing is far too easy.'' He murmured to himself and went to the big window that overlooked the gardens.

''Hey boys. Did I interrupt something?'' came a harsh replay.

''Santana Lopez,'' Patrick acknowledge, looking her up and down.

''You want to join our game?'' Daniel asked, eying Santana.

''If it's the cards game, maybe another time. If it's the sick game where you think it's damn funny to fuck anybody, then the answer's no. I need to talk to your brother,'' she said sternly.

''Which one, darling?'' Daniel asked with a wide smile that showed his white and perfectly straight teeth.

''The good-looking one, of course,'' she responded, nodding towards Blaine.

''I'm wound,'' Daniel retorted, and stood up to join Santana. ''We can have so much fun together,''

''Your infected dick doesn't interest me,'' Santana said.

''After all these years, I still don't know what you find in him anyways,'' Christian shook his head, dramatically. ``He's gay, darling. Stop chasing after the meat you can't have,'' he placed a hand on Santana's shoulder when he walked in front of her, his brown eyes full of malice and stood next to Daniel.

''And I'm lesbian, darling, so I don't want your cock. Stop trying to get into my pants. It's tiring.''

Christian rolled his eyes at Santana, clearly used by her antics. ''Anyways, I'll see you guys tonight for diner.'' He said to his brothers, and then glared at Santana. ''I hope you are doing a good fest tonight, I'm starving.''

''My food is always good. You should know that.''

The three brothers left the room, not wanting to deal with Santana anymore. She walked through the sunroom. It was a big room with big widows to invite the sun to come pouring inside the room. It was just a place to relax and enjoyed in the company of your friends. Right now though, the place was empty, except for a couple of elderly people in the far corner from Santana and Blaine.

''I know this is not a friendly chat,'' Blaine signed.

''You're damn right it isn't.''

''What are you doing here, anyways? You're not supposed to be in the kitchen?''

''I don't just live here, you. And what? A girl can't see his friend?'' She questioned innocently, but her dark eyes held so much fire Blaine was afraid he was going to burn alive. He could always stand up against his father, against the press, against anyone without fearing anything, but he couldn't disappoint Santana; she was his best friend and a big sister to him that he couldn't deny her something. He could easily say that what he felt for her was more profound, more loving then what he felt for his own sister.

''Not when the said friend wants to lecture me.'' He murmured, bowing his head and signed.

Santana signed and went to his friend, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. She guided him in a chair and sat down beside him. She took his hand in hers and her gentle smile that she only showed to her closest friends came through. Blaine was one of the lucky people in this world that could see Santana Lopez as a lovely and caring person. She traced the palm of his head in a slow pattern. He signed deeply, loving the gesture of his friend. She was also the only person that could see him for what he was; a boy. Only a boy.

''After everything that happened in the last weeks, are you okay? I didn't have enough time to sit with you and talk.''

''What are you talking about?'' he asked.

''About the magazines, of course. Those blondie guys you brought here. It made quite the scandal. So, are you okay?'' She asked in a gentle voice.

''Santana, there's nothing to say.'' He rolled his eyes.

''Don't play all badass on me, young man,'' Santana was glaring at him, pointing a finger at him.

''You're 26, San. Not 46. So don't pretend to be my god-mother or whatever. You're my friend, not my mother.''

''Yeah, well, Maggie gives you too much liberty. You ruin your reputation and you pass as a whore.'' She declared.

''What do you want me to say? I like fucking, Santana. I want to do it as often as I can because I like it! Yeah, they caught me, more than once with many men. So what? I don't care. Dad and his little friends can judge me for all I care. But you?'' he stood up and looked down at Santana who had a furious look upon her beautiful face. ''You're the only person I can't stand to judge me. So I'm sick that you have something to say about the way I live my life or my brother's.''

Santana jumped to his feet, her mini skirt back in its place and her arms crossed, 'That's because I knew you before you become that sort of spoilt little brat. And your brothers that you are so adamant at protecting? They're just a bunch of perverts that initiate you in their sick little games. Look, you're 22 and you want a little fun in your luxurious and jet set life and I'm all for it. But what you are doing is not having a good time, is to ruin it.''

''You should find a girl and screw. It would relax you for once,'' he scoffed, ignoring her last attempt at getting through him. Her look hardened.

''Whatever. Don't say I didn't warn you. Oh, and a last thing. Drop the game before it's too late. I told you that I'm going to stay out of it, but I changed my mind. The moment I see the poor guy you're after, I'm going to have a long conversation with him and if he has a little a common sense, he will stay the hell away from you.''

''You wouldn't…'' he clenched his fists, clearly annoyed by his friend. He knew that girl for years. To him, she could be the sweetest girl, but even if he was one of her closest friends, you could easily see her wrath if you didn't push the right bottom.

''Oh, believe me. I can. We'll talk again when I'll cool down.'' She left the sunroom, fuming and leaving his best, but arrogant friend behind.

-X-

Kurt looked around him, speechless and very excited. He decided, after his stroll through the gardens with Blaine –which he still couldn't believe he did- to visit the hotel's walls. He knew of the multiples activities he could do to make him relax and because he spent all of his economies on this holiday, he decided to really enjoy himself.

He went to the East side to have a massage. After, he'd take a dip in one of the hot tub. It sounded odd to him, but he never really tried it.

And the 'body care' area was just as beautiful as the rest of the hotel. It was graceful and beautifully decorated with a gentle melody playing in the background. The walls had a warm beige color and every little detail; every object and every dimmed light look delicate. By his great knowledge in design, he knew without a doubt that the decoration was greatly inspired by the Japanese culture. In the farthest wall, there was a painting of a geisha, playing the shamisen and Kurt instantly relaxed. He was greeted by a pretty brunet at the counter.

When he hits the little bed and a blond girl took care to massage his scalp, his shoulder blades, his back, his slender waist and went down to massage his hips just above the white towel, and then the hands moved along his spine and he couldn't think of a moment in his life where he was to relax with no worries. Then, the smooth skin of the girl's hands transformed in firm and calloused hands and Kurt closed his eyes firmly, biting his bottom lip.

``Kurt…'' A deep voice said above him. He was half asleep anyways, bracing himself in the touches and the warm that spread in his belly. It was good life, at last. ``Kurt…'' The deep voice repeated, lower, and more sensual and he lost all his senses. Suddenly, he pictured a boy above him where those calloused hands massaging his back belonged to, with dark curls and warm eyes. It was the man from earlier, the man whom been so open to him, so kind and friendly. He pictured him leaning down very so slowly and peppering his neck and shoulders with kisses and he let out a small moan.

''Mr. Hummel?'' A clear and very feminine voice asked above him, amused. Kurt's eyes snapped open and he turned his head ever so slightly and blushed.

''I… euh… This feels really great and… euh… I never had a massage before and I really needed it. I'm sorry,'' he mumbled, hurriedly hiding his head in the hole of the bed when he put his head while she continued her massage.

She didn't say anything; her hands were more delicate, too small and gentle on his back. Kurt tried to focus on those hands, but his mind drifted to different hands; tan, strong, calloused hands.

When Kurt walked at a lazy pace towards the hot tub, enjoying the moment of this total luxury, he was stopped by three giggling girls. When he looked in their direction, one of the girls looked familiar and before he knew it, they were in front of him.

''Hi,'' the familiar girl said, ''you are Kurt, right?'' He only nodded, confused as to what those gorgeous girls wanted to do with him. ''I'm Beatrice,'' the girl said with a too sweet smile that could give you diabetes by the age of 25. ``I'm Blaine's big sister,'' she said at last when she saw the blank expression on Kurt's face.

Of course, she looked familiar! He remembered, when he was a little kid, how he wanted her to be his sister, too. She was just so beautiful and graceful all the time and she was even more beautiful face to face and in adult form. And, of course, she looked familiar because of the hair that he saw earlier. Her hair was long and dark brown, just like Blaine's, but hers were straight and he could tell it was natural and not curly at all. Her eyes were more of a brown color than her brother who got honey colored eyes with flecks of green and gold. ''And those are my friends,'' she introduced as the two other girls, only wearing really short white dressing gowns giggled like some petulant children.

''Hi,'' he said baffled.

''I heard you make quiet a big impression on my brother,'' she said with a smile too large for her face. She came beside him and intertwined her right arm with his left arm. ''You see, I want him to be happy. And what makes him happy, makes me happy,'' she said to him and glared at his friends to leave them alone subtly when Kurt was to focus to look at her to really see the other girls leave

Kurt didn't mind, though. He didn't even notice that they were now alone, because that girl had his arm around his! ''You want to go in the hot tub? I'd like to know you better. '' she said as she dragged him behind glass doors when a big hot tub was surrounded by a delicious scent, tropical flowers and the view from the windows when you could see the mountains and forest was phenomenal.

Beatrice was in a pink fuchsia bikini and Kurt knew without a doubt that Finn and Puck would drool if they were in her company. She sinked in the hot tub and the moan she made as she relaxed in the hot water was enough to make Kurt blush.

Kurt mimicked her, leaving him in only his black boxers. He hurried to cover his chest of water while Beatrice kept his breath out of the water and the hot liquid only covered her slim waist. He knew he was being prudish, but he couldn't help himself. She made him nervous.

''So, I do you like it so far?'' She asked.

''I'm only there since a couple of days. But it's been good,'' he said and he didn't know if he should continue to feed the conversation, or let her talk. With Blaine, the conversations came so easily, he just didn't know what to say in the presence of that woman. She was breathtakingly beautiful. She reminded him of his high school friend Quinn, only the complexion was very different. Quinn with her fare skin, blonde hair and clear green eyes was a northern beauty while Beatrice had a darker complexion with her brown eyes and hair and her darker skin.

''Blaine said that you were very shy.'' Kurt bowed his head. ''But I think it's adorable! And you're quiet a catch, too. No wonder my brother have an eye on you.'' She winked as she advanced to him.

Kurt looked at her with wide eyes before turning away to the water and wriggling his fingers in the hot waves. ''He did not,'' he murmured. ''And I'm only shy with people I grew up watching on TV.'' She swam by him, putting her elbows on the marble floor, looking at him.

''It's true,'' she smiled. ''Sometimes, I forget that I can make people uncomfortable because I grew up like this. For me, it's just natural and I just forget that people might look at me twice in the streets. And I tent to go forward and talked to people, so is Blaine. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable.'' She apologized.

''I think you're really kind, just like your brother.'' He said, smiling at her.

''Why, thank you. Blaine should keep you around!'' she joked. ''But we're here for a little while, so at the end, you won't care if our family is different or not,'' she shrugged, good-naturally. She swam backward until she hit the edge of the hot tub. They talked some more and Kurt learned to relax in her presence. She was truly fascinating and they shared their love for fashion as it seemed that Beatrice was going to go to New York to take this industry by storm. ''I have to go. It was a nice little dip, but I'll see you at dinner tonight, yes?''

Kurt only nodded silently and watched her leaving the hot tub with his little bikini on and he knew that if he was straight, he'd had a boner right about now.

-X-

Kurt looked at himself in his large mirror in his room, analysing his suit. He didn't want to be over-dressed, but he still wanted to look good. He didn't know how much time it took for a person to look presentable every day. Kurt loved to dress and looked his best, but sometimes, since he got here, he wondered how those beautiful people look so… dressy and so well all the time! Sometimes, (well, many times) Kurt got his gray pants out of his wardrobe and crashed on the couch in his apartment but those people apparently don't do that.

''They like to flaunt their money for everyone to see,'' Santana had told him earlier. ``Every evening, as you will see, people are here, they dressed up like the 30', talk nonsense about boring stuff, show their money, show the new breasts of their wives and drink the most expensive wine even though every wine taste the freaking same and smoke a big cigar to look so damn important,'' she snarled to a wide-eyed Kurt. ''You'll get used to it.'' She concluded.

Kurt took a deep breath near the wooden door and pushed it. People were chatting everywhere and when he made his walk to his favorite table where he always sat alone, he heard a strong but gentle voice. He turned swiftly and smiled. He walked toward the stage that was just besides a window in the far corner of the room, but the voice was so powerful that the singer could be heard from the reception desk in the hall.

Kurt waited patiently for the song to finish. It was a German song that Kurt didn't understand, but if he relied on the old man to one of the table near the stage that obviously couldn't hold his beer and to his wife, beet red and ashamed about her husband antics, was any indication by the way he swayed and slurred the German words, the song was quiet popular. Mercedes noticed the only person who dared to acknowledge her performance and when she finished the song and the orchestra began to play a classical song she went to see her friend. She was a bit breathless, but otherwise still beautiful and glowing.

''White boy,'' she greeted. ''Loved the song?''

''As usual, Mercedes,'' he said with a smile. He only saw her performed once and it was the very same day he met her a few days ago.

''Yeah, well, at least you listen to the whole thing.'' She said as she eyed the patrons around the table close to the stage. The people hear, but don't listen. She always was acclaimed by polite applause, but nothing else. Kurt hummed in reply, understanding her sorrow. He was also an artist victim as he liked to call himself in high school when Rachel Berry stole every solo from him. Now that he looked at it, it was silly. When Rachel left for New York to pursue her dream as a Broadway performer, Kurt was happy. Not that she left, because she was her best friend and sometimes, a big sister to him. He was just glad to have another year to shine, for once.

``I didn't know you sing in German,'' he said, quiet surprised.

``Boy, if you live in Europe, you have to learn more than one language to survive,'' she laughed.

``Yeah… well, it must be hard for you. I mean, you told me you are American, so…''

``My dad got to travel a lot for his job, but he settled down in Switzerland a few years ago,'' she shrugged. ``It's actually him that got me this job.''

``What does your dad do?'' he asked.

``Dentist. He's Charles Anderson's dentist for years. They became friends and when I was thirteen, Charles introduced me to one his son, Blaine, in the hope that I could be friends with him. And we still are.'' Kurt nodded in understanding.

Mercedes looked at his attire and around her, hoping to see someone who might be here with Kurt. She knew he traveled alone, but she couldn't help but asked;

''Are you having diner all by yourself?''

``Yes. I was ready to devour Santana's new and fabulous dishes,'' he joked, rubbing his belly. Mercedes laughed out loud and wished him luck.

``Will you be my date for tonight?'' he asked. Mercedes shook his head.

``I'm afraid not. Still working! But we need to keep in touch, okay, boy?'' Kurt nodded with a big smile upon his elfin face and turned around to sit at a table while Mercedes went back to the stage and talked to the musicians, waiting for her cue to sing some more.

When Kurt reached the table, someone grabbed his elbow and he heard a feminine and sultry voice near his ear.

``You are not going to eat alone tonight.'' the voice said.

``Beatrice,'' he greeted her as he turned around. She was wearing a beautiful deep blue dress and her black hair was falling like waves in her back and it reminded him of silk. Of a black see where the waves crashed furiously against the shore. She was quite beautiful, as always.

``Come with me. My family is sitting over there and they are dying to see you.''

``They are?'' he asked as he followed her.

``Of course! Blaine can't shut up about you.''

``It's a little exaggerated, don't you think?'' he said with a nervous smile, not quite sure what to respond to that. ``I mean, we only met one day and…''

''And we almost met one day and we are almost besties.'' Kurt looked at her strangely, but tried to smile politely. ''Anyways, Blaine doesn't do things in half and you'll see that he's very impulsive. And it was a moment for him, about you. '' She leaded him to the table where all the family were sat. They weren't any other friend; it was just a quiet and private family diner.

When he saw all of the family members for real, Kurt had to say that not only Beatrice was beautiful, but the whole family was dashing in their suits and dresses. He could easily see the same features of the father in their three oldest sons and daughter. They all had straight dark brown hair. Patrick's were sleek neatly back and it reminded Kurt of Rudolph Valentino. His eyes were a deep brown with a strong jaw; you could tell he was his father's son.

Daniel was a lanky man (the tallest of the three) and his hair was cut very short and with his athletic posture, he reminded him quiet strongly of a friend of Rachel, Brody. Christian's hair was disheveling and Kurt gulped; the hair definitely reminded him of the handsome James Dean, an actor Kurt had a crush on since he was just a little kid. Their dark eyes bored into him and he desperately wanted to vanish. He kept walking, though, because of the soft smile Blaine gave him. His breath caught in his throat, because even though the others looked like their father, Blaine looked a lot like his mother. His hair was sleek back, but unlike Patrick, his hair was wavy even with the gel in it. His hazel eyes came out quiet strongly among the darker eyes of his siblings.

''Mom, dad,'' she smiled sweetly, ''I'd like you to meet Kurt Hummel, and he's going to stay…'' she looked pointedly at him and he mumbled, without thinking ''All summer'' and Beatrice continued, ''All summer, '' she repeated, ''At the hotel.''

Maggie Anderson was a very beautiful woman. Her curls fell freely down her shoulders, her hazel eyes matched Blaine's and she seemed friendly.

``It's a pleasure to meet you, Kurt,'' she said gently. ``Come have a sit and dine with us!'' she exclaimed, which in return, Blaine stood up and went to retrieve the chair besides him with a charming smile. Kurt blushed and tried hard not to trip and make a fool of himself and sat across Charles whom looked at him rather intensely, but with a smile that didn't reach his eyes or showed his teeth.

''Kurt,'' the deep voice of Charles was heard, ``Beatrice told us a little bit about yourself earlier. And you already met my son, Blaine.'' Kurt nodded silently, still in the process to believe that he was talking to Charles Anderson. His big posture, his severe frown, his strong jaw and his piercing and rich brown eyes were intimidating. He was a handsome man indeed. ''But she didn't tell me all. So Kurt, tell me about yourself?'' He demanded, his brown eyes piercing into him like knives cutting some hard meat.

Kurt looked all around. Maggie gave him a genuine smile while drinking her wine, the brothers looked at him with curiosity, Beatrice gave him an encouraging nod and Blaine smiled at him and he fell something smooth running on his knee. He jumped a little, but tried not to look surprised even though Blaine's hand was clearly massaging his knee in an kind gesture to show his support.

''Well, I'm living in New York. I'm currently in culinary school, hoping to have my own French restaurant, some day.''

''Oh, a cook, then?'' Charles said behind his glass while his eyes twinkle with malice. Kurt only nodded and he could hear Christian (or was it Daniel? Or maybe both) giggling as they looked at Kurt.

''Yes, Sir.''

''And where are you living?'' Charles asked.

''In an apartment, Sir, in Brooklyn. It's not much, but that's all I have for now.'' He shrugged.

''Oh, I see.'' Charles said as he picked a bruschetta he had for an appetizer. The crust of the bread could be heard as the table stayed silent. ''How someone who lives… in those conditions can stay in my hotel?'' he wondered. This time, Kurt wasn't sure if he asked Kurt directly, because he was looking at his glass as he chewed and he seemed deep in thought. Then, he lifted his eyes and looked at Kurt questionably. The blue-eyed man gulped audibly when he realized Charles waited for an answer.

''I economised since I'm a kid. I keep the money I received on birthdays or on Christmas from relatives since a very long time in the hope to put it in my restaurant one day. My dad owns a garage, too. So when I wanted to make quick money, I fixed cars.'' He could see the frowns of the brothers. ``Then, when I was sixteen, I found a job as a waiter to have more money.''

''I see,'' Charles said. He drank some wine and continued. ''Your dad is a mechanic? How… charming,''

''Yes,'' Kurt responded coldly. ''And my stepmother is a nurse.'' He added because he wanted them to know that people do that for a living and it was nothing to be embarrassed for. To see Charles smirking that way and see his eyes twinkling like that, Kurt decided he didn't like that man anymore.

''Well,'' he said as he saw the change in Kurt. ''Everybody has to work, I guess.'' He nodded to the waiters who arrived with the dishes. Kurt tucked his head and he could see his face getting redder and hotter as the time passed.

``I commanded for you, Kurt,'' Blaine said quietly. ``I hope you don't mind.'' Kurt shook his head and Blaine whispered. ``I'm sorry about my dad. He's a jerk all the time.'' He whispered when Charles dealt with a waiter.

Kurt stayed quiet after that. Charles kept shooting questions after questions. Your father… is he an employee or he owns his garage? How much money do you make per week? And questions even more degrading, like how his education should be severely lacking considering the fact that he attended a public school. At first, Kurt defended himself with his touch of sass, but after a while, he just stopped. Maggie kept looking at his husband with wide eyes, pleading with him to end this conversation. The brothers talked once in a while, not very different than their father. Kurt's alabaster skin was tainted red and after this night, he didn't know if it would come off.

-X-

''I'm so sorry about him,'' Blaine said once they were alone in the gardens. It was a chilly night in April and the moon was high, surrounded by stars. Blaine guided him on a bench near a fountain after the diner.

Kurt signed and shrugged. ''It's not your fault, Blaine. He just doesn't like the way I live my life.''

''There's nothing wrong with it. He's just… sheltered. And he's been that way for a very long time, so he thinks because you want to work to fulfill your life and for your dreams to come true, that you are below him.'' Blaine placed a hand over Kurt's and looked up in surprised, gulping. The stars were reflecting in his blue eyes. Blaine looked at him intently.

''You know, when we met, I tried to choose a color for your eyes. What are they?'' he asked, inches from Kurt's face.

''They're usually blue. On a rainy day, they are grayer. When the sun comes out, they are bluer.''

''Blue or gray, they're beautiful,'' Blaine breathed, like entranced.

There were a silence and just then, Kurt laughed loudly. His laughter reasoned like bells. ''The art of changing the subject.''

''I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.'' He said, smiling. Kurt shrugged and smiled bashfully.

''You seem to know what to say. I'm sure you said it to other men,'' he joked. Blaine faked a scandalized look.

``You got me!'' he said, and then he became serious. ``I never said it to other men.'' Kurt stopped laughing as he saw the look on Blaine's face. ``You're something else, Kurt.''

Kurt stayed silent, the moonlight shining upon the sky, and his pale skin was even paler.

''I wanted to ask you if you'd come to the fashion show, next week.''

''A fashion show?'' he asked. He remembered Beatrice talking about it briefly at diner before Christian changed the subject quiet rudely.

''Yes. This show is held in this hotel every year, a little like a tradition. It's always in April and the designers, mostly Europeans, come and show their summer and fall collections. It's one of those big events here and the locals are quite proud of it. So, there is music, champagne… cute guys in underwear,'' he said, winking at Kurt.

Kurt never went to a fashion show, but he wasn't going to deny this opportunity.

''Well, it sounds like fun! I'll go.'' He stood up and Blaine joined him. In that moment, even though Blaine was older and looked older with his broad shoulders, his posture, his strong jaw… Kurt was taller than him and that fact made Kurt smiled.

''I had a great time, tonight.''

''Besides my dad being a jerk?''

``Besides your dad being a jerk,'' he laughed. ''But it was still nice. Now, I have to go. I'm tired… and I have a whole week to find something for the fashion show. I have ti impress'' He said, laughing.

''You'll find something. But if you really want to find something, go to the city. Go to the capital, Bern. It's not that far away and there is a lot more stuff than in this town, believe me.'' Kurt nodded.

''I wanted to visit the capital, soon.'' Blaine reached out his hand and clasped Kurt's. ``We can go together,'' Blaine replied with his big hazel eyes, sprinkling with hope. Kurt's heart melted.

With their hands still clasping, Blaine led the way into the hotel and accompanied Kurt to his room, telling jokes and laughing all the way. Kurt finally believed like he was at home with new friends and a new life, even if it could only last for a few months.

-X-

Like I said, sorry for the wait. When I read this chapter, I realized all the changes I want to do to get it to my liking of today because it has been such a long time since I've read the chapter 5.

How do you like it so far? I will try to post the next chapter earlier this week to make up for lost time.

Bye.