A/N: Here's the chapter, finally! Thanks for all the love and kind words!

Chapter 29:: Oh, London

The sun was en route to settling down for its daily nocturnal sleep as Lower Manhattan began to light up, vast amounts of light bulbs collectively illuminating the city that truly never sleeps.

Tomorrow's the day I finally get to visit England, was all Kurt Hummel could constantly think as he pondered what his outfit for tomorrow will be; he'd been busy packing—or rather, overpacking, according to his boyfriend but Kurt scoffed at him—for the five-day-long trip to London and Manchester.

It was now the evening right before the two men were scheduled to fly off and already, the excitement was building up rapidly.

A flash of pain struck a few strings inside Kurt's heart as he always remembered how he and his mother would use to dream about flying across the pond to see the English capital. Something about London just always captivated the two Hummels—Burt was always jokingly confused as to why football isn't as big in England than it is back home. And so, when his mother, Elizabeth, died tragically in a car accident when he was just eight, the English dream drifted away.

But it never left Kurt.

Peering at his wristwatch, Kurt, who'd just arrived home from work, decided to take a short nap since he felt rather worn and all the anticipation that bubbled within him made him a little dizzy.

Meanwhile, beyond the bedroom, stood Blaine and Santana in the kitchen; the woman had just placed a tray of French fries for two into the oven since Kurt told them recently that he was going to snooze for a while.

"So, you said yesterday that there was something you wanted to tell me, San?"

Blaine's query caused her to look up at his warm yet concerned hazel eyes; she sighed, knowing intrinsically to just spit it out.

"So uh…ya'know how I've been living with you for such a long time now?" She tiptoed at it.

Raising an inquisitive Doritos-shaped eyebrow, "Yeah…whoa, wait a second…are you…" He paused. "Developing feelings for me, San?"

The abrupt shocked expression that crossed Santana's visage only made him bark out a laugh, earning a death glare from her.

"I mean, I get it, we've lived together for a long while, we're best friends so…it's sometimes possible for one of the two to want to be more than that. Not to mention, according to Kurt, I'm a pretty attractive New Yorker—"

"Get your head out of your ass, Mr. Ego." She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "No, why would I fall for you? You're with Lady Hummel and the two of you practically each wear a giant neon sign that yells 'I LIKE DICK'. You two nauseate me."

Shaking his head with another laugh, Blaine then cleared his throat, intending to get serious now. "Okay but seriously, what is it?"

"Well…" she sighed once more. Just spit it out, Lopez! "I think it's time for me to move out."

Eyes bulging, Blaine had to suppress a loud gasp there. "Wait, why? Did I do something wrong? Did Kurt do something wrong? We've tried to keep our PDA in check whenever you're home with us—"

"It's not because of you two rainbows, silly." She scoffed, "I think that you won't need me to be there for you as much as you really did all those months ago—ya'know, after the accident." She caught Blaine wincing there, probably from the stirred up memories of those dark days. "I think I've already tried my best to help you get back on your feet since then and I guess I'll be passing the torch to Lady Hummel now."

Blaine grew silent.

"Let's be honest, Blaine, it wasn't really me who helped you get back up…it's Kurt. You need him, Blaine." She looked straight at the author's orbs, meaning every word. "And he needs you too. And you no longer need me here to care for you anymore—"

"San, don't ever, for one second, think that I forgot about everything you've done for me," he interjected. "Yes, Kurt did help me as well but you were the one person who always supported me before I met him. While everyone else turned their back on me, you stayed and you never left my side. Even though I was cruel and heartless, especially after I got blind. And now that I think about it, I think I'd be even crueler to not let you go now. You deserve to live your life too and I only wish to not stand in your way."

Gulping, "Brittany asked me to move in with her. And I said yes," her voice cracked, Blaine realizing that this was one of those rare moments where Santana presented her vulnerable side, underneath all those hard concrete walls. "We're moving in within the week, so I thought I should let you know before you and Lady Hummel go on your trip."

The floodgates opened when Santana allowed Blaine to envelope her into a warm, supportive and understanding hug. "You're my best friend, San." The author's voice grew wrecked as well. Pulling away, "Thank you for always being there with me. Really, I mean it. Thank you."

Nodding, she sniffed. "You're my best friend too, B. Always."

An emotional yet comfortable silence permeated the kitchen now, both embarrassed yet laughing at their own tears.

"He really loves you, B." Santana exclaimed, instinctively looking over at Kurt and Blaine's bedroom door. "And I know you've fallen way too deep for him too."

"He's everything to me," he whispered, wiping at a dried tear. "I'm nothing but he's everything. Just today, when he left for work and I was left here alone to start preparing for our trip, I felt so empty without him." He released a choked chuckle, "I think I love him way too much—"

"Then, marry him."

The simple suggestion made Blaine mentally stagger back, stunned at Santana's blunt delivery.

Proposing to Kurt? That's just crazy, right? Wouldn't it be way too soon? I mean, we've only been together for a few months. Blaine grew lost in a hurricane of thoughts as he pondered Santana's suggestion. Sure, he still had doubts…like why would Kurt, the angel he is, want to marry someone who's screwed up so many times in his lifetime?

Gradually, all of Blaine's thoughts, doubts and the hesitation of it all melted away and was replaced by the image of Kurt's gentle face in his mind.

Only one question remained afterwards: Even if I do propose, would Kurt say yes?

"During your wedding, I bet Kurt would wear the bow tie while you wear a more traditional, necktie instead." Santana mused, a little smirk upon realizing that Blaine had been silent this whole time.

"Huh?" The fog within the author's cranium finally cleared. "Okay look, San, Kurt and I have only been together for a—"

"Bull," she cut in. "That little fact doesn't matter because obviously you two are meant to be."

"Why are you suddenly so intent on seeing me and Kurt marry?" Blaine frowned.

The smirk vanished off her face now. A cleared throat then.

"Because you deserve to be happy. You may not believe it but you do."

Clapping a hand over Blaine's broad shoulder, the woman offered a supportive smile before pulling away to grab a couple of freshly-cooked French fries from the tray over the kitchen island.

"Kurt and Blaine Hummel-Anderson…" She hummed, not noticing how Blaine was now thinking about the whole thing again. "Gotta admit I ship it."

Blaine couldn't help but chuckle at that confession.

"Window seat for my prince," the author cheekily grinned as he presented it to his boyfriend who's just hauled his carry-on luggage in the overhead compartment.

Kurt could only blink in astonishment at how lucky he was: flying first class on British Airways en route to the city he'd been dreaming to visit since he was a fetus…and he was making the journey with none other than the love of his life.

"You can have it if you want," trying to be polite.

"Knew we were gonna have this argument…" Blaine softly muttered to himself, sighing while Kurt barely heard it. His brief exasperated state quickly lightened up to a beam. "Kurt, you've been fantasizing about this trip since forever so you deserve the window seat—"

"We seriously need to have a talk about you constantly spoiling me," Kurt deadpanned, crossing his arms, not surrendering to Blaine's charm.

"Take it, Hummel."

"No, you take it, Anderson."

"And we're really arguing about a damn window seat now," Kurt shook his head, slightly giggling.

"I will take away your iPhone during the whole flight if you don't put that tush of yours onto that seat."

"Fine fine, I give up." He sarcastically raised his hands in mock-defeat, shuffling to take it. "If you threaten to take my iPhone away again, you may find that your hair gel products will also disappear—"

"Gonna get you for that one," Blaine husked lowly, playfully narrowing his eyes, both actions almost turning the countertenor on. "Threatening to get between me and my products—"

"Shut up and sit down with me."

Heeding his instruction, Blaine promptly sat down in the seat right beside him, allowing other passengers to barely shuffle down the tight aisle.

A foreign voice over the speaker system rang throughout the aircraft now. "Morning ladies and gentlemen, welcome and thank you for choosing to fly with British Airways. We're scheduled for takeoff in twenty minutes."

"Can't believe this is actually happening," Kurt gulped, sighing when Blaine immediately placed a hand over his on the armrest.

The author read his mind, "I would've loved to meet your mother, Kurt. From what you say, she sounds like a great person." He swallowed, whispering. "I'm sorry for what happened—"

"Don't be," Kurt shook his head, voice wavering before he cleared his throat, washing away all his emotions in a nanosecond. "Anyway, we have a couple hours before we land so let's see what in-flight entertainment they have here."

The countertenor reached over to his seat pocket and fished out an in-flight magazine; a bewildered Blaine sat there, aware of Kurt's sudden change in mood. He knew Kurt was hiding all his pent up emotions inside and he began to believe that Kurt was afraid of showing them to him.

His heart broke.

"Night Sky—"

"Oh wow, they have Les Miserables! I'll bookmark that," Kurt interjected, continuing to skim through the glossy page.

The author reached out and gently pulled the magazine from Kurt's now-shaking hands; he propped a finger under Kurt's chin and made him turn to look at his eyes.

"Kurt, look at me." His lover hesitantly did so, briefly mesmerized by the familiar hazel once more. Blaine had to take a moment to control himself now as he knew that a month ago, his vision still was pitch black and he wouldn't have had the luxury to cherish how Kurt truly looks like. "You know I'm always here for you, right?"

Kurt didn't respond, numb now.

"I love you so much and I…" he gulped. "I just want to make you happy, okay? I'm not going anywhere."

This time, Kurt nodded before turning away to wordlessly pick up his magazine again.

Though he knew this wasn't over yet, Blaine chose to follow Kurt's spiel, fishing out his own magazine and flicking over to see what others movies they have.

He mentally stumbled when he heard a ghostly whisper from his lover, "I love you too."

A small smile, Blaine twisted to cup Kurt's face and offered him a slow, sensual and romantic kiss, eliciting a chuckle from him.

The Foyles bookstore at Charing Cross Road in London was packed with excited, giddy and slightly impatient fans who came down in hopes of seeing their favorite novelist, Blaine Anderson, who was visiting to hold a book signing event there as part of his scheduled book signing tour. He was also going to be a guest at a few talk shows to be interviewed while gaining publicity for his latest novel.

Kurt had been hypnotized by the urban, cosmopolitan and rapid nature of the English capital ever since their plane touched down at Heathrow Airport, the countertenor already believing that this trip felt like an elaborate dream. Blaine, using his newly-renewed eyesight to his advantage, however, noted how Kurt still looked melancholy somewhat but he knew the reason why. Not wanting to push Kurt's buttons though, Blaine chose to drop it although he pledged to himself to sit Kurt down and talk to him about it once they were alone.

The four-star hotel that Graham Woods, MountCrest Publishing's publishing manager and organizer of Blaine's book tour, was overwhelming to say the least but the two men couldn't linger too much as they had to hurry over to Foyles within the hour, being escorted in a luxurious town car that reminded them of their Lincoln Town Car back home.

After being secretly ushered into the bookstore via a backdoor so that the crazed fans wouldn't pounce on them at the front where they were still lined up outside, the book signing eventually began and Kurt couldn't help but feel proud as dozens and dozens of fans finally were allowed in, each practically overcome with shock and joy that they got to meet their literary idol, even if it was for only a couple of seconds only.

Kurt stood beside Blaine's desk at the center of the bookstore, accompanied by a few bodyguards and employees who never ceased to keep the fans at bay. Each fan would come up to his desk, have their own already-bought book signed by the man himself and often take a couple photos of them together while spilling word vomit about how Blaine's work inspired, encouraged or entertained them over the years.

"OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BOOKS, BLAINE!" was the among the most common greetings that the once-blind novelist received which always broke him into mutual chuckles and words of gratitude. "CAN I TAKE A SELFIE WITH YOU?!"

Kurt was stunned when some of Blaine's fans also took selfies with him—they must've known that we're dating, thought an amused Kurt—and Blaine grinned throughout.

Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to what the two men believed was eternity as more fans trickled in, each brightening up their day with their sheer enthusiasm, but they were content with being there the whole time, sometimes taking a few breaks in between for a breather or snack.

"M'so proud of you," Blaine turned to his lover upon hearing his whisper while they were on one such break, both standing beside a bookcase not far from the book-signing desk.

He blushed a velvet red, facial features softening as Kurt gave him a chaste kiss—both men's eyebrows rose when they heard numerous fangirl squeals and the occasional "THEY KISSED!" from the fans from a distance—and they were reduced to laughter, realizing their spot wasn't exactly a good hiding spot from them.

"There's still so many of them out there," Blaine mumbled jokingly, peering back at the crowd and waving a hand, turning them into a screaming mess again.

"I don't blame them, when I finally got to see my queen in concert during my junior year of college, I was like them too," Kurt confessed, leaning against the bookcase now. "Screaming and dying and taking tons of pictures—"

"You saw Katy Perry, right?" Blaine smirked.

"I should break up with you right here, right now," he shook his head, Blaine trying to suppress his chuckles. "It was Lady Gaga, Blaine, Lady Gaga!"

"Ah, the one with the costumes and crazy hair."

"Lady Gaga's better than Katy Perry, end of discuss—"

"No, Katy's so much better—"

"I will physically end you if you don't drop this."

After mock-surrendering by holding his hands up, Blaine rubbed his right eye, sighing as it began to itch. Kurt, assuming that it was from jet lag and the length of the book signing, didn't think much of it as he began to lead Blaine back to his desk but Blaine sighed.

"You okay?" his boyfriend wondered, noting Blaine's irritated look.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just that my eye feels itchy suddenly."

Kurt watched as Blaine sat down, still slightly rubbing his eye, "Okay, after this, you clearly need some rest—"

"But I thought we'd explore the city like how you've always wanted."

"We'll do it tomorrow, it's fine, we're still staying for a couple more days anyway."

They had to drop the subject when the next couple of fans approached Blaine's table, iPhones and books at the ready.

"Isn't it ironic that I haven't started reading your book yet?" Kurt called out while he rested on their queen-sized bed, reveling in the luscious and soft quality of the mattress. Graham really did good with booking this hotel for us, he thought despite feeling a twinge of guilt since he was not too accustomed to luxury. Sure, living with Blaine at his Manhattan penthouse was more than enough but growing up in a middle class family, he was personally brought up to be humble and grateful for the things he already had.

It was nighttime already and with the book signing complete hours ago, the two had decided to have dinner at a local restaurant before returning to their hotel to rest early so that they'd have more energy tomorrow which Blaine was scheduled to appear at several talk shows. They'd agreed to also finally explore London's sights and landmarks tomorrow.

Blaine, still busy in their bathroom, replied over the heavy steam and relatively loud exhaust system as he'd just taken a shower—Kurt was bewildered that Blaine likes to shower at night at times, "I still can't believe you haven't. You betray me, Mr. Hummel."

Roaring with laughter, Kurt finally fished out his copy of Blaine's book from his luggage which he'd brought along for the trip and marveled at the artwork on its front cover. Already dressed in his pajamas, Kurt felt like he was on cloud nine now, sharing a room with his perfectly-imperfect boyfriend in a lavish hotel in the heart of London.

An episode of sadness gripped him again at that moment, still bothered that his mother never was able to make it across the pond with him here as they'd always planned.

The man was so lost in his dejected thoughts that he didn't realize that Blaine, still in the bathroom, was asking him a question all along. Blinking, Kurt snapped up and cleared his throat, "Wh-what did you say?"

"I was asking what places you wanted to visit tomorrow."

"Oh…I don't know…"

"I don't know? Night Sky, you've been dreaming of coming here for years and years and now, you just don't know what places you wanna see?" Blaine's concerned voice was obvious. "Who are you and what have you done to my Kurt Hummel?"

Kurt simply shrugged, conflicted but he almost melted into a puddle when his lover emerged from the steamy bathroom, practically naked except a tightly-wrapped towel around his waist. His eyes selfishly examined his lean figure: the marginally-pronounced abs, his oh-so-huggable body, his inviting arms and the unmistakable masculine hair over his chest which deeply contrasted from his soft, spellbinding pair of hazel eyes. His brown curls were still moist from the shower and his smile almost murdered his very soul. This seemingly-virile being was his yet Kurt looked away then.

He knew he should feel grateful and lucky to have such a dreamy gentleman by his side. But images of his mother, even memories of the fatal accident, flashed across his eyes, and he shivered, throat closing and sighing.

Blaine's expression crumbled at the sight and he sat by the bedside, knowing perfectly what was troubling his boyfriend. No verbal communication was necessary as Blaine waited patiently for him to open up.

"I-I wish she was here too," Kurt choked, embarrassed at having to wipe away a few tears that dared to escape his eyes. "I miss h-her…so much—"

Blaine felt his right eye itch again, this time stinging a little, but he ignored it, shuffling closer to the emotional man before him. Gently gathering Kurt's shaking hands, Blaine rose them to cup his own cheeks, Kurt briefly welcoming the brush of the novelist's five o'clock shadow. Resting his forehead against his, the two closed their eyes and stayed like that, Blaine unafraid to feel close and intimate while allowing Kurt to let it all out.

Blaine eventually rocked the now-sobbing man when Kurt tenderly enveloped his arms around his bare neck, resting his quivering chin over Blaine's broad-and-damp shoulder. Still not saying anything, the novelist sweetly landed a kiss over Kurt's tear-stained cheek, sniffing as well, not paying attention to his irritable right eye. Kurt simply cherished Blaine's body warmth.

"I'm always here," was the only sentence Blaine could mutter.

Kurt apologized for breaking down but Blaine was having none of it, assuring him that he was always here if he needed him.

Soon afterwards, they pulled back and after showering Kurt with loving kisses and words, an idea sprung up inside Blaine's mind.

"Hey, um, you said you never read my book yet, right?"

"Guilty," Kurt sniffed, coughing while attempting a smile.

The novelist reached over to retrieve Kurt's copy before opening it, shifting to sit Indian-style right before his boyfriend, flicking through the first couple pages before reaching his destination.

A perplexed Kurt wiped away the final tear from his visage and raised an eyebrow when Blaine presented the opened book to him.

Once his blurred-teary vision cleared, the words grew decipherable and he read in a stunned silence.

This book is dedicated to my best friend, Santana L., who remains my partner in crime despite all the trials we faced together.

And also to my angel, Kurt H., whose love, support and touch helped me see through the night sky once again. Cheesy, I know, but who doesn't like cheese!

The novelist couldn't help but beam endearingly at his lover who was soaking it all in, eyes still trained on the page. Cradling his quivering cheek—Oh no, he's gonna cry again—with his right hand, Blaine locked gazes with him this time, cocking his head with a bit lip.

"Blaine—"

"Shhhh," he ended Kurt's search for intelligible words by capturing his lips without warning, sighing lovingly, lapsing into a frenzied makeout session. Blaine barely registered the rush of cool air that swept in once Kurt removed his towel, making the writer's lips part and eyes close dreamily as Kurt's hands ran up his very naked thighs, stopping to caress his hips.

Both men didn't notice the disregarded towel which slipped to the ground, its soft impact accompanied by the crescendoing mess of moans and curse words from above.

A/N: What do you think? Next chapter, more of London, Klaine lovemaking, maybe meeting Blaine's big bro Cooper, more on Blaine's right eye and I have a vision to nicely end this story with a few more chapters left! Thanks again for your continued support!