A/N: First off, I'd like to thank everyone for the reviews/alerts/favorites that this story has received up until now. You are all such amazing people!

Tortorm, I'm so glad you liked the way I wrote Tori! You were in my head being total inspiration the whole time, if that makes any sense. :D

As a side note, IT FEELS SO WONDERFUL TO BE WRITING AGAIN! I will spare you my list of excuses.

You all have every right to kill me.

ANYWAY, here's the chapter! Enjoy the fluff and adorableness! :D …I have a feeling this is also going to be extended... Any mistakes are mine and only mine.

EDIT: Did anyone get an alert for this? I'm just wondering...

(A quick reminder: In the last chapter, Kurt and Blaine had their wedding reception and are now on their way to their honeymoon destination.)

Kurt awoke to the feeling of being wrapped up in his husband's arms, something he knew he would never tire of, and sighed happily. He cracked open one eye and took in his surroundings for a minute before remembering where he was. He and Blaine would be catching their flight soon to whichever mysterious location Blaine had chosen that he still refused to tell Kurt anything about. The suspense was nearly killing him, but Kurt knew he'd find out soon enough if he could last for a few more hours.

In his post-marital haze of happiness Kurt realized that lying in Blaine's arms as husbands was more than he'd ever expected it to be. Sure cuddling had been wonderful prior to making their vows, but somehow the fact that they were married made the feelings of security and love that Kurt felt become even more intense and pleasantly overwhelming. He'd be in these arms for the rest of his life. He'd be encompassed by Blaine's delicious scent for the rest of his life. He'd be with Blaine for the rest of his life. The knowledge that nothing would break them apart – not Sebastian, not homophobes, not Kurt's diva moments, not distance – it was like a giant weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Any lingering doubts or insecurities Kurt might have had about their relationship before were gone now and it felt so good.

"I wish we could lie in this bed forever," Kurt murmured quietly to himself as to not wake his husband.

"Your wish is my command," was the sleepy response.

Kurt smiled at Blaine's rough, drowsy voice. Somehow he sounded even more adorable that way. His smile widened when Blaine tightened his grasp on Kurt's waist and pulled him closer.

"You're such a dork," Kurt commented fondly.

"Yes, but I'm your dork."

"Don't remind me."

Blaine gasped, acting as if the comment injured his dignity. "Maybe I should just leave you here and go on our wonderful honeymoon without you."

"You wouldn't dare."

"That's true," Blaine chuckled. "For one thing, I would miss you too much." He planted a soft kiss on the tip of Kurt's nose and laughed when Kurt scrunched up his nose in disgust at the action. "And also, I would never want to be on the wrong end of your wrath."

"That's right," Kurt teased as he disentangled himself from Blaine's arms and sashayed toward the bathroom to begin his morning routine. "No one messes with the Hummels."

Blaine stretched his arms over his head while still lying on the wrinkled white sheets of the (somehow comfortable) hotel bed. He looked over at the clock to see that the flight they intended to board wasn't for another few hours, which meant there was time to get everything ready before rushing to the airport to have enough time to get through security. Kurt's morning routine would take a little over an hour and Blaine himself would only need thirty minutes which left them with just enough time to catch a cab to JFK and whisk them away to their honeymoon.

Just the thought of being alone with Kurt, truly alone, in another city where they could be themselves and not have to worry about being interrupted was something Blaine found exciting. And once Kurt found out where they would be staying for the next week, all of it would (hopefully) be everything he always dreamed of.

Blaine remained so wrapped in his thoughts that he didn't even notice Kurt leaning against the doorway of the conjoined bathroom, looking adoringly at him. The way Blaine's arms stretched above his head left little to be unseen, not that Kurt wasn't already very familiar with the contours of his husband's body. But there was something about seeing him like this, so relaxed and reflective, that made Kurt smile. He hated to ruin the moment, as he slowly stepped closer to the bed, but Blaine did have to get dressed.

Kurt stood beside the bed for a second, considering whether or not to go through with his idea of a surprise attack. He was already there, so why turn back now? With a war yell that would have made any war general proud, Kurt flung himself onto the bed, and effectively onto Blaine. A high shriek filled the air followed soon by panting breath and loud giggles.

"Kurt, you scared the hell out of me!" Blaine chastised once he caught his breath.

Kurt continued to giggle, unaffected by Blaine's tone of voice. "So – worth – it," he said between laughs.

Blaine growled, but there was no way he could be angry with Kurt for longer than a few minutes, especially when the other man was giggling so fiercely. Kurt was just too adorable for his own good. A smile soon graced Blaine's features and he too laughed, not being able to resist.

"Are you all ready to go?" Blaine asked once their laughter had subsided.

Kurt nodded. "You need to get dressed sweetheart, or we'll miss our flight. And as much as I love the way you like right now," Kurt added as he ran his hand over Blaine's firm, bare chest, "I don't want to share you."

Blaine shivered involuntarily at Kurt's touch before slowly removing himself from the bed. He walked over to one of his suitcases and grabbed the first outfit he could find: loose-fitting dark-wash jeans, a white t-shirt, and a pair of blue and black plaid boxer shorts. Kurt raised an elegant eyebrow at the sight of the boxers. Blaine merely shrugged and walked off into the bathroom with a teasing wink tossed over his shoulder before he closed the door behind him.

Kurt grinned, shaking his head fondly at his husband's actions. Blaine was such a dork, a very sexy dork… but a dork nonetheless.

Kurt lay back on the bed, in a similar position to Blaine, but with his back leaning again the headboard to protect his already styled hair. As he looked out the hotel window onto the already crowded and noisy streets of New York City, Kurt wondered what location Blaine had chosen for them to enjoy their honeymoon together. Blaine was a hopeless romantic, so Kurt knew wherever they went, he would love it. His curiosity was beginning to get to him, no matter how firmly he pushed it away.

Just a few more minutes and I'll know for sure, Kurt reassured himself as he listened to the shower running. Unless Blaine insists on using a blindfold, there's no way he'll be able to hide the destination once we get to the airport.

After about fifteen minutes of silent reflection, Blaine emerged from the bathroom, dressed and ready to go. His curls were a mess on the top of his head, but Kurt preferred it that way and honestly Blaine didn't see the point of getting dressed up just to ride on an airplane.

Kurt heard Blaine enter the room and sat up. "Ready to go?"

"Yep. You?"

"Yeah." Kurt stood, straightened his outfit, and patted his hair into place. "What time do we need to leave?"

"Now would be best, just to be sure we have enough time to get through traffic and through security at the airport."

The couple gathered up their suitcases and personal belongings, double checked to be sure that they had everything and that the room was in decent order, and went downstairs to check out. Once that was taken care of, the duo walked out front to the awaiting cab that Blaine had previously set up for them.

Kurt was shaking with excitement and nerves as he stood outside the airport doors.

Traffic was surprisingly light, or as light as traffic can be in The Big Apple, and soon saw Blaine taking his and Kurt's luggage out of the trunk and placing it carefully on one of the luggage carts the airport provided for a small fee while Kurt jittered anxiously on the sidewalk nearby.

"Well," Blaine huffed as he pulled the last of Kurt's suitcases out of the trunk of the cab and onto the trolley, "that's that." He turned to see Kurt nearly bouncing out of his designer boots and chuckled. "Someone's clearly excited," he teased good-naturedly.

Kurt stopped bouncing and turned to Blaine with a glare. The glare had no prominent effect as his husband continued to chuckle. "You can't blame me, Blaine. You know how I feel about surprises."

Blaine agreed, motioning for Kurt to follow him inside the building as he pushed the cart along in front of him. Kurt followed along, pestering Blaine the entire time in an attempt to get him to reveal their destination. Blaine remained firm in not letting a single detail slip other than saying it was a place he was sure Kurt would enjoy.

Eventually Kurt sighed and let the subject drop. He would find out soon enough, after all, seeing as Blaine couldn't hide the sign displaying the flight's destination nor the attendant who would be announcing the flight.

So it came to a surprise to Kurt when Blaine led him away from the crowded terminals and off to the side, where the gates displayed no information and there was a tremendously low amount of people in comparison to what they had just walked through.

"Blaine," Kurt asked when his husband continued walking, "Where are we going?"

"To catch our plane," the man replied simply.

"Yes, but we passed all of the flight gates already."

"We have, but our plane is already waiting outside."

Kurt felt even more confusion wash over him as that statement worked its way through his mind. Our plane is already waiting outside… what does that even mean?

He soon found out as Blaine led him toward an open door leading out to the tarmac. Kurt followed, his mouth agape once he caught sight of a small jet and an older man waiting just outside the door.

"Blaine, what is this?"

"It's a plane, silly," Blaine replied with a playful nudge to Kurt's rubs. "And that nice man right over there is named Ethan. He'll be personally flying us to the residence that we'll be using for the next week."

The man stepped forward as Blaine introduced him, extending a hand for Kurt to shake. Kurt shook himself from his trance and took the smiling man's hand and introduced himself.

"I've heard a lot about you," the man said and chuckled when Kurt's cheeks colored. "All good things, I promise," he assured.

"Ethan is my parent's private pilot, but Cooper and I have access to him too if we feel like it," Blaine explained as he assisted Ethan with placing their luggage onto the plane. "He's a great guy and I've known him for a while."

"We do keep in touch," Ethan added jokingly.

Kurt smiled at the banter between the two and wondered if this man had been Blaine's father figure during his younger years. Much more quickly than Kurt would have expected it was time to board the plane and prepare for takeoff. Inside the plane were five lush seats, a few television screens, a separated bathroom, and a small mini-bar. Kurt sighed happily as he slipped himself down into the soft black leather of the seat nearest the window.

"Alright, well I'm going to get everything set up and we should be moving in a few minutes," Ethan said as Blaine sat down beside Kurt. "Keep your seat belts on at all times unless you're in the restroom, obviously, and if you need anything just push the button on that intercom right there and I'll be able to speak with you," he instructed as he pointed to their seat belt and the black intercom respectively.

"I've been on this plane before, you know," Blaine said once Ethan was done explaining the rules.

"I'm just informing Kurt over there," the man replied good-naturedly, "Seeing as this is his first flight with me and all."

"He's right," Kurt said before Blaine could respond. "Ethan, I know I can't be told where we're going, but can you tell me how long the flight is?"

The man looked at Blaine for confirmation and when he received a nod he said, "Between eight and nine hours."

Kurt gaped, again, but quickly closed his jaw and nodded. Eight to nine hours, which meant they were most definitely going somewhere out of the country. The question now became: Where? Spain, France, Italy, Greece… there were so many possible options that Kurt's head started spinning the more he thought about it.

Blaine smiled at his gaping husband and teasingly asked, "Everything okay, babe?"

Kurt slowly closed his jaw and nodded. There was no way he would give Blaine the satisfaction of making him speechless, especially before they had actually arrived at wherever they were going.

"I'm fine, just a little surprised is all."

"Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride."

Eight and a half hours later, Kurt felt himself being shaken awake. He groaned, leaning away from the persistent hands determined on waking him from his beautiful dream. He and Blaine had just been married in one of the most beautiful ceremonies Kurt had ever seen. It all felt so real, and Kurt didn't want to leave this dream so soon.

"Kurt, you have to wake up. We're landing now."

Landing? Landing where? What was this person talking about? Wait… was that Blaine's voice?

"Blaine?"

"Yeah, it's me. Wake up, babe."

Kurt allowed his eyelids to slowly flutter open, squinting at the light that filtered through. Through the daze he could see Blaine smiling down at him. He returned the smile without thought; seeing Blaine smile just automatically called a matching smile to Kurt's face.

"Good, you're awake. Did you have a nice nap?"

Kurt nodded sluggishly, the fringes of sleep still clinging to him. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his legs, suddenly remembering that he and Blaine had gotten married, and they were now on a private plane to some estate somewhere where they would spend a glorious week alone. This was better than any dream his subconscious could come up with.

"I'm glad," Blaine chuckled. "We're going to be landing soon. Are you excited?"

Kurt grinned, nodding enthusiastically. The word excited was an understatement.

"Are you going to tell me where we are now?" Kurt inquired.

"You'll see soon enough."

Kurt attempted to reach over and open the window shade to take a look at his surroundings, but Blaine had anticipated the move and soon Kurt's hands were being held tightly in his lap. Kurt frowned but his hands were not released. Blaine's only reaction was to smile and kiss the frown off his husband's face.

"You're lucky you're cute," Kurt grumbled.

"Will all passengers please prepare for landing," said Ethan's voice over the intercom.

Blaine reached over and belted Kurt's seat belt. At Kurt's questioning look (because he remembered having his seat belt on before he fell asleep and why was it undone?), Blaine explained, "I unbuckled it once you fell asleep so you could be more comfortable."

Kurt nodded in understanding and within seconds he could feel the small plane begin its decent. This wasn't his first time flying, but it was definitely his first time flying on a smaller plane and he could feel every twist and bump. He held tight to Blaine's hands throughout their decline and sooner than expected the plane was smoothly wheeling along the runway toward the terminal.

Kurt knew the rule was to remain seated until the plane stopped moving completely, but he couldn't keep from bouncing in his seat. They had arrived!

"Someone is extra excited," Blaine teased.

Kurt ignored the words, but tried not to jump around as much. He would need to look sophisticated as he left the plane, after all. It was impossible to know who would be watching. And Kurt did not want to look like an overexcited child in anyone's presence, particularly if he didn't know them.

"You may now leave the cabin. Your baggage will be waiting for you at the door to the terminal. I hope you've enjoyed your flight and thank you for choosing Anderson Airlines as your flight provider."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. From what he had seen earlier, the pilot had a sense of humor but the voice that had just spoken seemed way too serious to belong to the man Kurt had met. A second later, his suspicions were confirmed.

"Now that the bullshit is out of the way, I just wanted to say: Have fun you two! Keep safe and take plenty of pictures for me!"

Kurt nodded to himself. Now that sounded much more like the man he had met.

The couple grabbed their carry-on bags and made sure they hadn't left anything behind before approaching the now open door and descending the steps of the plane. The second Kurt's feet touched the tarmac he looked around him, attempting to take in his surroundings.

"Blaine," Kurt murmured, almost reverently, "Is that what I think it is?"

Blaine spread his arms wide and proclaimed, "Welcome to Paris, Kurt Hummel."

A/N: Hello you wonderful people who probably want to see me tortured to some extent. Can't say that I blame you…

Anyway, on a completely different note: I READ LAND OF STORIES AND IT WAS AMAZING. I kind of read it in one go and my brothers said it was a complete waste of money, but I know it's a book I'll cherish almost as much as the HP books so it doesn't bother me that I read it so quickly. I just couldn't put it down! I attempted to a few times, but each time the book found itself back in my hands. Chris Colfer is genius and I really can't wait for the next book already. He is writing another one, right? He has to!