A/N : I am sorry for the tremendously slow update guys, I am deeply ashamed, but if it makes you feel better, my exam was evil. I liked a couple of questions, except for one of the essays WORTH 30 MARKS! (The difference between at least ten grades, which is a slight exaggeration, fml). Which said: Discuss whether the Conservative and Labour views are similar. My face O.o. Yeah politics sucks.
And then I had my friend's 18th birthday party which was this dance thing. She knew I kinda like this guy so asked him if he'll slow dance with me. When the slow song came on, he kinda smiled at me and then called me over and I died there and then Oh God... It was my first ever slow dance as well... and then we had our Glee discussion this morning where it was tipping it down and I managed to hit him on the nose with my umbrella *cringe* Yeah we're still just friends but I'm working on it. Not that you guys wanted to know any of this.
Warning: erm language?
Justin walked in, ready to wake Kurt and Blaine up only to find them sat up against the bed's headboard, snuggling together with the duvet wrapped around the both of them like a giant cocoon. The television was on and Kurt and Blaine were looking at the screen thoughtfully. It was at the dramatic part of Titanic and Kurt had a face on him which said 'I can't believe you made me watch this.'
"Kurt, promise me you'll never leave me." Blaine choked. "I couldn't bear to see you go like that, right in front of my eyes."
Kurt just snorted. "Please, like I'd die that easy, my heated personality means I am very warm blooded, besides, I'm way more like Kate Winslett."
"Are you saying I'm more likely to die in that situation?" Blaine pouted.
Kurt gave Blaine an incredulous look. "No Blaine, you're incredible singing voice will keep you alive although I think your gelled hair will impede your ability to float."
"Whoa, okay for a second there I thought Sue Sylvester was in the room." Justin finally spoke up getting the two boys attention.
"He does sound a bit like her doesn't he? Just a little less metaphorical." Blaine grinned as Kurt hit him on the arm.
Justin laughed, shaking his head. "Come on, we need to be in Trafalgar in three hours so..." Justin was instantly cut off by Jacob shouting from the other room.
All three boys looked at each other before Kurt and Blaine leapt out of bed as they all ran to see what was going on.
"Jacob, I am so sorry!" Dior was pleading with Jacob as Kurt, Blaine and Justin burst into the room.
"All my fucking work Dior! Gone!" Jacob seethed.
"Look, I really didn't mean to get that virus on your laptop, haven't you made any backups?" Dior shrunk away.
"Of course not, this was my backup after you managed to delete my last lot!" Jacob snarled.
"Okay just let me... maybe I..." Dior started tapping away furiously at Jacob's laptop as Jacob pulled at his hair. "Oh hang on." Dior blinked. "Yeah, it seems I just managed to move your work to a different folder by mistake. You have to admit that's pretty fu..." Dior wasn't able to finish his sentence as Jacob lunged at him.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him back and out the way of the two wrestling boys. "I think its best we leave." Blaine suggested.
Kurt nodded, allowing Blaine to pull him gently out of the room as Justin dealt with the other two.
"Kurt, I've been meaning to ask you." Blaine began. "What happened to your injury? You had crutches and everything. "
Kurt stopped, blinking slightly. "Oh yeah."
"Strange."
Kurt rubbed his hands together jumping on the spot to try and keep warm. He was wearing at least five layers today, a scarf wrapped tightly around his neck, thick gloves and a hat keeping his ears warm along with a puffy waist length coat. He looked over at Aaron who was just in a normal zip up hoodie and scarf.
"You're not cold?" Kurt inquired.
Aaron looked at him. "Nope. Kurt don't be a wuss, this is really warm for winter."
"I'm from Ohio Aaron. This is cold." Kurt said.
"It's because you have no fat on you." Dior came over handing Kurt a cup of coffee. "Tell me again why I'm in your group Aaron?"
They were all currently milling around Trafalgar having arrived an hour ago to join up with the other flash mob teams from across the UK for Aaron to give them all a briefing. After that they had split up into their respectable groups, Blaine, Nathan and Nowacki disappearing to join Alice. Aaron's group had also dispersed among the crowd to get into position as they all chatted, waiting for the signal.
"You're in my group because you have the best voice and because I said so. Where are Jacob and Justin?" Aaron looked around, unable to locate them.
"They said something about going to stand by some statue." Kurt offered.
"Nelson's column?" Dior raised an eyebrow.
"That's the one!" Kurt nodded. "I'm guessing it's that big tall thing just past the fountain."
"What gave that one away? The statue on top or the fact it looks like a massive column?" Dior smirked.
"Oh shut up why don't you!" Kurt snapped.
"Dior, go get into place by the fountain." Aaron instructed. "And stop picking on Kurt just because you're still sulking over the fact Justin told you off this morning."
"Am not!" Dior stuck his tongue out at Aaron before disappearing into the crowd.
"Aaron, I'd just like to say you did wonders on my foot." Kurt stated. "I even forgot I'd hurt it."
"Oh?" Aaron looked confused. "I think it's the fact you wanted to dance so much. You're pretty good you know."
"That's because I've been having private lessons from a friend back home."
"Private lessons for what?" Blaine asked, appearing behind Kurt from out of nowhere followed by Nathan and Nowacki. Blaine slunk an arm around Kurt, pulling him close and pressing a light kiss on his cheek. Nowacki made a gagging noise and both Aaron and Nathan hit him.
Kurt laughed softly. "Science. I want to be a scientist when I grow up."
"Yeah right." Blaine scoffed. He pulled away from Kurt to talk to Aaron.
"We're all ready to go if you are." Blaine nodded at Nathan and Nowacki. Kurt noticed for the first time that both Nathan and Blaine were carrying acoustic guitars across their backs and Nowacki was holding a violin case.
"Nowacki, you play the violin?" Kurt looked shocked as Nowacki shrugged.
"I took it up in primary school because it got me out of English. I did it for a year, got up to grade five then stopped until I was forced to take it up again. Apparently it was a waste of 'talent'. Now I'm a grade eight."
"I see..." Kurt murmured, not really convinced.
"You learn the song okay then Blaine?" Aaron asked.
"Not a problem." Blaine grinned. "See you later Kurt!" Kurt watched as the three boys walked down towards the fountain where Dior had got out his own guitar.
"What's going on?" Kurt wondered out loud. "I don't remember this bit."
"Well those guys are starting by pretending to be buskers whilst we do the finishing touches. Once the song ends and we have a big enough crowd, our guys will be amongst them and then the real fun begins." Aaron smirked. "Come on, let's go."
Kurt chose the perfect spot to watch Blaine as Dior took off the cap he was wearing and placed it on the ground. Blaine started playing about with the tuning of his guitar along with Nathan as Dior picked up his own and Nowacki plucked at the strings of his violin, the bow balanced in the crook of his elbow.
There were few people in the square as of the moment and Aaron had aimed to get a larger crowd before the flash mob could begin. There were a lot of dancers, just not enough of the public.
Blaine turned to the other guys to see if they were ready yet and with a nod Blaine started to strum his guitar at a steady rhythm, Nathan and Dior joining in to add layer to the music as they already began to gain attention. After a few bars Nowacki placed his violin underneath his chin and let out a long, smooth note and Kurt closed his eyes to take in the tiny wall of sound. Blaine then opened his mouth to sing.
Give me love like her,
'cause lately I've been waking up alone,
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,
Told you I'd let them go,
Blaine caught Kurt's eye and smiled warmly at him as passersby began to drop money into Dior's hat.
And that I'll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I'll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya.
Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love.
After the chorus people had started to stop rather than pass the group by, enjoying the 'buskers'. The money in Dior's hat began to pile up. There were tourists and locals sitting on the steps further away, some looking over from further in the square. The flash mob dancers happily mingled with the growing crowd until Blaine finished. They bowed as Dior scooped up his hat and passed it to a dancer before packing his guitar away.
"Show time." Aaron said to Kurt and they both ran off to get into their places.
Blaine began to clap out a beat, Dior, Nathan and Nowacki joining in. It became like a Mexican wave as further across the square some more of the flash mob members joined in with the same beat. There were confused looks from the crowd as a group of people on top the steps leading into Trafalgar square stood up and started clapping too. This carried on until all four corners had at least five flash mob members clapping, some of the crowd starting to subconsciously do the same.
Electric guitars could be heard from across the square coming out of a set of large speakers as Jacob began to start the song, a headset on with a microphone attached as he walked into the square.
Windows down
Pedal to the sneakers
Turn up the volume
Blow out the speakers
Dior had managed to put on his microphone as he took the next words.
Best clothes on
Goin' down on fire
Turn the lights off
Turn the music higher
It was a different singer now who Kurt didn't know who came next, their voice coming from the middle of the crowd, a couple of the dancers beginning to move.
I broke free, cast away,
Won't find me,
And now your never gonna break me down, gonna break me down.
The singer changed again, this time from the top of the steps.
This is all I can take,
so farewell cause you're never gonna find me now, gonna find me now.
There were a few bars where everyone was clapping, and then there was a sort of rumbling sound before all the flash mob finally broke out, every member starting the routine and singing.
We are young! (Whoa!) We are young! (Whoa!)
We drink, and we fight, and we love just because.
We are numb (Whoa!). We're on the run (Whoa!). And you're never gonna chase us down. We are young. (HEY!)
The onlookers looked genuinely stunned as dancers continued to weave between them, some pulling unsuspecting victims into the dance with them. When everything was finished there was a huge round of applause. The spectators had tripled in number and they had raised quite an amount for the children's wish foundation.
As it all calmed down, the flash mob dispersed.
"Blaine!" Kurt called out breathlessly. He ran over to his boyfriend, flushed red and beaming. "That was so much fun!"
"Told you it would be." Blaine grinned.
Justin spent the rest of the day taking Blaine and Kurt around London. They visited the Tower of London. Blaine had researched some of the history before hand and was giving Kurt a mini tour, anything he didn't know filled in by Justin. They managed to reach the top of the tower but when it came to getting back down they all had to traverse a very narrow winding staircase that seemed to last forever.
"Yes! I see a door guys, I see a door!" Nowacki shouted making everyone sigh with relief. This had to mean the end of the stairs right?
There was a creaking sound as Nowacki yanked said door open. "NOOOOO!" Nowacki wailed. "Not more stairs!" There was a collective groan after that.
Then it began to tip it down with rain just as they were all about to go into the London dungeons. Blaine pulled Kurt close as they both began to get soaked through and Kurt shivered from the cold. After about thirty minutes a man came out selling umbrellas. Kurt looked at him with deep annoyance.
"It's a bit too late for that now isn't it?" Kurt pulled away from Blaine long enough to prove his point.
The man selling umbrellas took no offence to this and just laughed. "You have a good point there."
They ate lunch on the steps outside a sea life centre, the London eye in perfect view as the Thames ran silently in front of them. The rain had cleared up by the time they had all left the London dungeons. Kurt had spent a while counting how many times he had supposedly 'died'. One was when they were put on trial for witchcraft and drowned. The second was when apparently they had all caught the plague when some crazy doctor lady was explaining the Black Death. The third time was during the fire of London and then the last one Kurt remembered had been a ride where they had simulated hanging at the end of the tour. Kurt had loved the beginning however, when they all had to walk through a maze of mirrors. If you got too close to some of them a light behind the mirror would turn on and something would jump out at you. Kurt caught a case of the giggles when Blaine bumped into a mirror and apologised to his reflection.
Justin came over and sat next to Blaine. "How are you finding London so far?" He asked.
"Well it's had a long and bloody past." Kurt mused, forking some of his salad into his mouth.
"True. I'm not even going to start on the history of Britain's parliament, but it included a lot of civil wars and a beheading of a king. What you've learned is only half of our history; the tower of London with the mysterious disappearances of the two princes; the torture the sibling rivalry. I took history for A level and when you learn about Philip the second as well its one hell of a relationship between England and Spain and even France. A lot of the wars were to do with religion. And then there's the Mid-Tudor crisis. It's all so interesting. Just not Philip. He was a square and extremely uninteresting." Justin looked at Kurt's blank face. "Sorry, I'm boring you."
"Actually, it's just a load of words to me." Kurt shrugged. "What's next on the list then?"
"Well, we've still got the Imperial war museum, the natural history museum, Madam Tussaurds, Science museum, Buckingham Palace, which will be a walking thing although the statue outside is pretty amazing. Houses of Parliament and Westminster Abbey. Big Ben's there to so... Cutty Sark museum, she's a galleon ship by the way. Oh, and here's one for Kurt; the Design museum, Fashion Textile museum. Hampton Court Palace is a fun place to go just to look. HMS Belfast is a war ship which is actually kinda creepy; supposed to be haunted by a little girl or something. St Pauls, oh I have to take you to Oxford street, so good for clothes shopping and..."
"Hang on; just how many museums are there? And how are we going to fit all this into one day?" Blaine laughed as he saw Kurt's increasingly widening eyes.
"There are over 240 museums in London. And as to fitting this all in, I have no idea, I've had to cut out going to see the sewing machine museum and Prince Henry's room." Justin looked disappointed. "It's hard when I want to show you so much in one day."
"It's okay Justin; I don't think I'd be too thrilled with looking round a sewing machine museum anyway." Kurt tried not to laugh as he patted Justin's shoulder.
"Are you sure?" Justin asked seriously.
"He's sure!" The rest of the guys said together.
It was nearing eight o'clock when they all got back on the train out of London. The sky was completely black now and the carriage they were in was empty except for them. Dior had fallen asleep whilst Jacob leant his newspaper on top of him. Nathan and Nowacki were playing football with a scrunched up piece of paper, kicking it about and running up and down the aisle between the two rows of seats. Aaron and Justin just sat and talked quietly together.
Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder, completely exhausted from the day's activities. Just as Blaine had predicted, they hadn't been able to stick to Justin's list to which many of the guys were thankful.
"I'm going to kick myself for saying this, but I'm actually disappointed we didn't get to do everything." Kurt murmured sleepily.
Blaine smiled, reaching up to stroke Kurt's hair and lightly kissing the top of his head. "Yeah, I guess, but as long as we had a good time."
"I liked the parks. They were really pretty, they must look even better in the summer, when the grass is green and the flowers are all out and blooming." Kurt thought out loud.
"Maybe we can come back some time?" Blaine suggested.
"I'd like that."
"This is a line to Cockfosters." The intercom announced.
Suddenly the carriage erupted into laughter.
Justin slowed down his car outside a school and parked it. "This is the last thing I wanted to show you guys."
Blaine shook Kurt awake; he had fallen asleep against him in the back of the car. "Where are we?"
"This is my hometown; Aaron lives in the next town over. The posh place." Justin explained.
"Marlow isn't posh." Aaron snorted.
"Posher than here. Anyhow, this school is an all girl's school, not a private one mind. There's an alley way that runs just along the side and I want you and Kurt to take this torch," Justin through a flashlight over to Blaine who caught it. "And follow it all the way down, past the park, further down until you come to a road. There's an opening across the road; a concrete path then grass. Go through there and you'll see why it's such a special place." Justin smiled.
"Oh, and try and avoid the drug addicts and rapists." Aaron added.
Blaine gave Aaron a look. "What?"
"He's joking, we've been through there loads of times." Justin glared at Aaron.
"Then why aren't you coming with us?" Blaine frowned.
"Because it'll be a special moment for you and Kurt to enjoy, now go. We'll be waiting right here until you get back."
Blaine hesitated, before opening the car door and helping Kurt out.
They found the alleyway and walked down it hand in hand, Blaine using the flashlight to light the way. There was a wire fence on their right and they could see the car park of the all girls' school. Further down were two tennis courts, then past that a playing field. Afterwards plants had started growing up the fence. The floor had become more uneven here and Kurt had to grip onto Blaine to prevent himself from falling.
They had been walking for ten minutes until they were nearing the end. As they reached the road they saw the opening on the other side. The path sloped downwards onto grass and when they came out into the open, Kurt gasped. They were standing on top of a massive hill, grass stretched out as far as the eye could see, a few tall trees littered just at the top where Kurt and Blaine were standing. A worn dirt path twirled downward, leading to a slight dip where the hill levelled out slightly and a bench was placed in just the right spot. After this, the hill became steeper and a set of steps could be seen leading downwards towards a gate.
But this part wasn't the best. The best part was what lay before them. There was an ebony sky littered with stars and below that the light of the town glittered, becoming darker further out where there were mainly fields.
Blaine sat down on the bench, pulling Kurt with him. Kurt snuggled into Blaine's side as Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close as they both enjoyed each other's warmth.
"This is beautiful." Kurt exhaled.
"It sure is." Blaine agreed, tugging Kurt closer until Kurt moved of his own accord to sit in Blaine's lap.
Kurt hooked his arms around Blaine's neck and brought his lips up, pressing lightly against Blaine's. Blaine smiled, using his fingers to lift up Kurt's chin, allowing them to trail across his skin lightly.
"I love you, for doing this, for taking me with you to England." Kurt breathed.
"I'm glad I did." Blaine brought Kurt closer, bringing his mouth to his as they shared an open mouthed kiss that lasted for a long time that felt like seconds.
Kurt's phone buzzed and he pulled it out to find a text from Justin.
Welcome to Tom Burt's Hill, so named because this is where a man named Tom Burt (surprise surprise) buried his gold. Nobody has ever found it. I don't even think it's there so don't actually bother trying.
Kurt showed Blaine the text and Blaine smiled. "I think I've got my gold right here." Blaine placed a soft kiss on Kurt's cheek.
"Okay Blaine, that was way too cheesy." Kurt slapped Blaine's chest teasingly.
"Oh yeah?" Blaine began tickling Kurt who wriggled about in his lap.
"Blaine, stop it!" Kurt giggled. "Cease and desist!"
Blaine obliged, sighing contentedly.
"We're going back tomorrow." Kurt stated.
"I know."
"I do miss home though, there's no place like it but I did like it here despite all the crazy English people."
"Yeah, me too."
Kurt arrived home after having said goodbye at the airport to Blaine when they both went their separate ways with their families. Justin would be coming back a little later on but that didn't mean he wasn't there for Kurt and Blaine's send off.
The guys had brought party poppers and balloons to disturb everybody in the airport with. Nowacki and Nathan had promised they'd come visit to which Kurt begged them not to. Aaron told Kurt he had to stay in touch because having just Justin and the band of douche's to talk to really wasn't an option anymore after meeting Kurt.
Blaine had made good connections with the guys too as they exchanged guitar picks and Dior taught him one last inappropriate joke. They were then handed their suitcases and walked to as far as security would allow them without tickets. Kurt wondered why his suitcase was so heavy but he just figured it was all the new clothes he had bought.
Now Kurt was in his room he instantly collapsed onto his bed, allowing his body to sink into his mattress. Home sweet home. Just as he was drifting off to sleep he got a call from Blaine.
"Kurt, open your suitcase." Blaine shouted down the phone.
"Mmm? What, why?" Kurt mumbled sleepily.
"Just do it!"
Kurt got shakily to his feet and made his way over to where his suitcase was lying flat on the floor. Yawning, he knelt down; slowly pulling the zip across and flipping open the lid. What he saw made him blink a few times before he realised he wasn't dreaming.
Instead of Kurt's clothes was at least ten bottles of Heinz tomato ketchup, at least fifty bars of different types of Cadbury chocolate, bags of prawn cocktail flavoured crisps, Rainbow dust along with other arrays of highly sugary sweets, a teddy bear dressed as a beefeater, a mini Big Ben, an Oxford Dictionary, several postcards, a plush toy of a Route Master and a book on English history as well as several souvenirs from all the places they had visited, most of them cuddly toys. Kurt groaned as he picked up one of the post cards and flipped it over. It had a message written on the back:
Dear Kurt,
Don't have a cow, we've sent your clothes in the post. And as for the Oxford Dictionary, we just ran out of ideas of typically English things to put in your suitcase. As for the not so English stuff, we just thought it'd be funny.
Use everything wisely,
Love Michael and Nathan.
"Blaine." Kurt said after getting over the initial shock.
"Yeah?"
"Who's Michael?"
"I believe that's Nowacki's first name."
"Oh."
There was a long pause before Kurt spoke again.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with ten bottles of Heinz tomato ketchup?"
Tom Burt's hill is an actual place near where I live. It's awesome covered in snow and if you google it the pictures in no way do it Justice. I also know tons about my towns history. We were known for making chairs. And that's about it really.
So, there we are, once again sorry for the wait, one thing lead to another and well you know how it is. And OMG! This week's episode XD lol. *SPOILER IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED IT* Did any of you catch Blaine leaning over when the focus was on Finn? Yeah, he was kissing Kurt on the cheek which was cut yet they showed Finn and Rachel playing tonsil hockey... grrrr oh and I believe Blaine isn't going to be in the Valentine's Day episode I think so double grrrrr.
But yeah, funny episode, loving the swim team coach and Becky's inner voice XD so cute with the roses handing out thing and even Sue smiling when she handed Emma the rose made me tear up. And Bieste as well omg so cool. I hope Rachel says no. No offence to Finchel fans*END SPOILER*
It'sNotUnusual: Haha, I don't mind long reviews, but yeah, we corrupt the younger years all the time, and like, have a go at them for pushing in the cue at lunch. I was like, grrr, but I'm not very intimidating because most of them are taller than me :\
KurtandBlaineGleek: Okay, here's what you do, turn up at the Glee set in a panda suit and pretend you're supposed to be there then wander around the set subtly getting into shots whilst filming is going on and disappearing before people realise there's something wrong.
offtolimabean: Reading your fic now XD will review once I've finished.
B2isbetterthanB1: All the single ladies, All the single ladies! Omg that came on at my friends party and we had all of us dancing to that and then Teenage Dream came on and I did the Warblers version of the dance. Aaron tried to then was like, wth am I doing, I don't know this?
PrettyLittleScars: Aw, I'm glad you like my OC's and jealous Blaine would be hot in the show, I just know it...
mylisa777: You know, I forgot completely about Karofsky knowing about Sebastian, note to self, bring that up later and Blaine will find out eventually and I love Kurt like much.
TakeABow9: No you rock more!
And on a further note, there seems to be a lot of Badboy!Kurt or like, Kurt being the overpowering person or like being really blokey, I can't explain it, but I just don't get it. I can't actually see Kurt like that especially after the line 'Blaine likes football. I like scarves.' And well most of lines... I don't know, it's just my opinion but Kurt just seems really cute and Blaine seems more of the protective type rather than the other way round... I mean Kurt is good when people are sick. Or like on advice if people are doing the wrong thing(Rachel and her nose), I can see him punching Sebastian, but not the whole football team, do you see what I mean?
And now my little sister is like Blaine mad and then made the mistake of saying 'I find Kurt too girly.' My face then... you did not want to see it.
Any who, thank you reviewers! Haha and sorry sorry sorry for the long wait.
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Review? Even though I've kind of failed you... sniff... Love Bertie xx