A/N: Hey there :)

Been a while since I've updated, I'm down at the south coast on holidays, so I don't have much writing time :/

This chapter is pretty much all fluff and fun, so I hope you like it.

For those of you who haven't been to Australia, the sights here are really amazing just like in this chapter.

Maz

PS: I don't own Glee :(

Chapter 5: Arrivals

Someone gently shaking his shoulder woke Kurt from his slumber. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head, the flight had been long and they hadn't even gotten a stopover anywhere.

"What's up?" He mumbled grumpily. Blaine's face softened at sight of the rumpled boy sitting next to him. Kurt's hair was sticking out everywhere and his usually flawless clothes were crinkled.

"We're going to land soon."

The brunette just nodded tiredly.

" 'Bout time." He mumbled into his pillow. He looked back and realised that Blaine was still looking at him.

"Anything else?" He asked in annoyed voice, he was so tired.

"I don't think I've ever seen you look so… so scruffy."

Kurt quickly straightened up in his seat and attempted to flatten his hair. Great, now Blaine had seen him like this he was probably regretting taking him. He lashed out quickly to cover his embarrassment.

"Well not everyone can have hair which only doesn't look messy when two tubs of hair gel have been slathered in it."

Blaine quickly realised his mistake and scrambled to clarify his earlier statement, ignoring the dig at his hair. The trip had been long and he knew Kurt hadn't meant what he'd said.

"No, no, it's really cute. You should wear it like that more often."

Kurt was stunned. He didn't know exactly how he looked, but basing it off his usual morning bed hair he knew that parts of it must have been sticking up everywhere while other parts had been flattened to his head. He assumed Blaine was simply teasing him and decided to reply in the only way his tired and muddled brain could think of.

The shock his boyfriend showed after an airplane pillow had hit him full in the face, was so amusing that Kurt burst out laughing. Blaine quickly recovered from the action of his sleep deprived boyfriend, and responded by throwing the pillow straight back. The inevitable pillow war that would have followed was cut short by the woman across the isle who told them off for disrupting the still sleeping people around them. Blaine quickly apologised, turning back into his dapper self.

When the woman was satisfied he turned back to his still grinning boyfriend.

"I meant what I said you know." Blaine's face was serious, as he looked Kurt. The brunette's cheeks were slightly flushed from the excitement and the sight of him so full of life, filled him with a deep feeling of admiration for the older boy.

"Sure you did," Kurt replied unconvinced.

The curly haired boy reached over Kurt and slid open the window cover. The light streamed in and lit up their faces. The view outside was breathtaking. The plane was hovering in between two cloud layers, and the morning sun painted the clouds in gorgeous shades of yellow and orange. They stayed like that, Blaine holding Kurt's hand and Kurt leaning on his boyfriends shoulder, as they slowly dropped through the layers of clouds and looked out onto the sunkissed country that would be their home for the next five weeks.

Leaving the airplane was one of the best moments of Kurt's life. Even the friendly smile of the cute male flight attendant didn't tempt him to linger a second more than he had too. The cold air-conditioned air of the airport felt like a fresh spring breeze on his face, and the bright fluro lights stung his sensitive eyes.

"Come on," Blaine nudged his way past the brunette and led the way towards immigration.

"Why are we rushing?" Kurt gasped, trying to keep up with the three Andersons who were almost running down the crowded hallways of the airport. But his question was answered as they rounded the corner and saw the long line of people at the immigration counters.

"Oh." Was all Kurt could say, as he, Blaine, Anthony and Alexis attached themselves to the end of one of the lines.

"This may take some time," Kurt's face dropped at the snail's pace, the line they were in, was moving forward.

"Yep, and then we've got customs," Blaine smiled kindly at his boyfriend. "We're almost there." Kurt just shook his head and leaned against the shorter boy. "Wake me when we get there."

Kurt sighed as he entered the hotel room. He pulled in his luggage, dropping it carelessly, before collapsing on his king sized bed. The pillow felt so soft under his head and he could feel sleep dragging him down into a pool of blackness.

"KURT!" Blaine's yell from across the hall woke the sleeping boy.

The brunette just mumbled into his pillow, ignoring his crazed boyfriend.

"Come on Kurt," Blaine's head appeared in the doorway. Only half of the usual gel tamed his curly hair, and the giant grin on his face seemed almost obnoxious to the tired Kurt.

"You're not sleeping are you?" Blaine's smile drooped at the sight of his boyfriend collapsed on his bed.

"What if I am?" Kurt's tone was full of annoyance. Blaine could read the exhaustion in the brunettes face. He tentatively walked forward into the room, and sat down on the end of the bed.

"Kurt I know you're tired…"

"No shit Sherlock."

"…But you need to stay awake. Please?" The boy sitting on the bed pleaded with all he had, using his big brown eyes and curly hair falling in his face for his advantage.

"Unfair," Kurt looked at his begging boyfriend, and a small smile formed on his lips. "I'll come, but first I need coffee."

"Of course. Now come down to the restaurant and we'll have some breakfast." Blaine grasped the brunette's hand, pulling him up and down the hall to the stairs.

Alexis and Anthony were sitting down at one of the tables on the balcony. Each had a glass of orange juice in front of them, and was reading a newspaper. Alexis looked up when the two boys sat down; her husband however didn't even spare them a glance.

"What do you want?" Blaine asked looking up from his menu.

"Sleep."

"Apart from that?"

"Coffee."

"Anything else? Maybe some pancakes or eggs? You need to eat something, otherwise you'll collapse on me halfway through the day."

Kurt rolled his eyes at the Blaine's dramatics, glancing back at the menu.

"What are Kangaroo sausages?"

"A Kangaroo's a marsupial animal native to Australia. It's actually on the national emblem," Blaine explained dapperly.

"They eat their countries national emblem here?" Kurt was horrified.

"Apparently." Blaine shrugged. " So see anything you like?"

"You're not shocked by that?" Kurt's voice was going higher and higher the more agitated he got.

"I went to France last year, where they eat snails. In Germany they eat ox tongue, and in Scotland they eat haggis. To each their own, I guess. Plus Kangaroo's are considered a pest here."

Kurt stared at his boyfriend astounded.

"This country's crazy!"

After a lot of coffee, and a bunch of encouraging words from Blaine, the two boys headed off to explore the strange city. The day was unusually warm for wintertime, and the sun shone high in the clear blue sky. Blaine wore a light green t-shirt with faded loose jeans, while Kurt chose the more formal silver short-sleeved shirt with his usual black, extremely tight, skinny jeans.

They made their way through the bustling streets, no goal in mind, just going were their feet took them. They talked as they walked, commenting on the differences between this country and the US. The strange accents they heard when passing groups of people chatting, made them giggle and their moods lifted more and more the further they went, as some energy returned to their spent out bodies. Kurt checked out every clothes store's show window, trying to analyse the fashion style, while Blaine had to go into the old record store they passed.

"You know, I really like Australia," Kurt remarked, as they walked along another busy street. "Even though their fashion's are a little behind."

"I know what you mean. There's something magical in the air." Blaine's cheesy response made Kurt smile. He sniffed the air playfully, however he ended up with a confused look on his face, when the smells of the city hit him.

"Actually there is something different about the air here."

Blaine spied a glimpse of something in the distance, and grabbed his boyfriend's hand, pulling him along after him as he sped up to an easy running pace. Kurt was used to this by now and followed without putting up a fight. They sped along the streets, people gave them odd looks as they passed, but the boys didn't even notice. At the end of the street Blaine turned the corner and came to a full stop so that Kurt smashed into the shorter boys back.

"What was that about?" Kurt gasped confused, but Blaine's only response was to point out at the view in front of them.

There, spread across the horizon, was Sydney's bay. Little white boats bobbed on the sparkling blue sea, and above them arched over the expanse of water, joining the two sides of the city, was the Sydney Harbour Bridge.

The sight took Kurt's breath away; he'd never seen anything like it in his whole life.

They stood there like that for a long time, Blaine still grasping Kurt's hand while they stared out at the gorgeous view in front of them. But after a while Blaine had to shake Kurt out of his hypnotized state.

"You want to go to the water's edge?"

Kurt's could only reply by nodding stiffly. No matter what happens in the rest of the holidays, this view made it worth it. He'd even suffer through another unbearably long plane flight for it.

Slowly they made their way down to the pier. The amount of people out and about increased the closer they got to the water, and soon they had to be careful not to get pushed onto the road. Blaine had a harder time at this then Kurt, but they made it to the water without being harmed.

There was a chest height concrete wall to make sure people didn't fall into the water by accident. They lent against it using it as support, so they could look down at the swirling water beneath them.

The two boys made their way down the pier at their own pace. Glancing at the shops and stalls situated everywhere. They tried to stay as close to the water as possible, but the crowds of people didn't always make it possible.

"Look Kurt, Gelato!" Blaine exclaimed excitedly. "Can we get some, please?"

"Blaine you know how many calories there are in ice cream." Kurt regarded the shorter boy with a look of indignation.

"Please, please, please." Blaine wouldn't let it go. He went as far as kneeling down in front of Kurt and grasping his shirt like a beggar in the streets, pleading with him. Kurt was so embarrassed he gave in quickly, pulling his boyfriend of his knees.

"Great, now you've ruined those jeans." Kurt scolded.

"There's such thing as a washing machine you know." Blaine laughed at the brunette's embarrassment, and skipped over to the gelato stall. He came back with two big cones of ice cream; he gave the French Vanilla and Coconut cone to Kurt, keeping the double chocolate and Ferrero Rocher cone for himself.

They kept going, eating their ice creams as they went, and as soon as Kurt tasted his gelato he forgave his insanely childish boyfriend. It was absolutely delicious and, though he knew that it was unhealthy to eat too fast, Kurt finished his first.

Once they had gotten to the end of that part of the pier they spotted a free bench at the edge of the water. Quickly they grabbed it before anyone else could.

"So having fun?" Blaine asked curiously.

"Yeah, I really am."

"Not still tired then?"

Kurt laughed easily. "No I think you woke me up when you pulled me along the streets at a neck breaking pace."

The curly haired boy smiled innocently. "I just wanted to show you Sydney's sights."

Two girls walking up to them interrupted their conversation.
"Hey there." The blonde one said, showing her perfect teeth and flicking her hair over her shoulder.

"Umm, hi." Kurt replied uneasily. Both girls looked like they were around 18. They were wearing incredibly short jeans shorts with tops that showed more skin than the Cheerio uniforms at McKinley. Their hair was pulled up in some kind of messy bun, and the amount of make up they had on even shocked Kurt.

"So, you new here?" The red head asked Blaine, coming closer and resting her hand on the back of the bench mere centimetres from his shoulder. He swallowed nervously and moved closer to his boyfriend, shying away from the unwanted attention.

Kurt was feeling like prey in the hands of very, very experienced predators. He coughed nervously.

"Yeah, actually we just arrived today." Kurt answered politely for his stunned boyfriend.

"From America, right?" The redhead asked, slowly moving closer to the blue-eyed boy.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Kurt asked confused.

"Oh baby, your accent's really obvious," The blonde cut in. "So you guys lookin' for some guides? I'm sure we can show you all the best parts of Sydney."

"Yeah, two hotties like you will definitely have lots of fun here." The wink the redhead gave Blaine finally broke Kurt out of his state of uneasiness.

"Actually we're fine, thanks." He put on a fake smile and pulled the still silent boy next to him to his feet. The girls looked at each other in confusion.

"If you're sure…" The blonde said unsure.

"Maybe we'll see you around?" The redhead asked Blaine innocently.

"I sincerely hope not." Kurt muttered under his breath as he led the shorter boy away.

"Well they're definitely friendly here," Blaine stated breathlessly. "And they called us hotties."

Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes. "Come on let's get back to the hotel, your parents will be waiting. Unless you want to go back to that redhead?" Kurt teased. But the look of horror on Blaine's face made him burst out laughing.

Disclaimer: All Australian girls are not like that! Trust me I'm living proof.