A/N: Hey Guys :D

Sorry for the long wait, but to make it up to you this chapter is the longest so far.
I Don't know when I'll be able to update again (I'm a little busy)
But will try my hardest to make it as soon as possible.
Hope you all enjoy ;)

Maz

PS: I don't own Glee

Chapter 6: New friends and High Places

Blaine woke in an incredibly comfortable bed; sunlight from the window streaming down on him and the sky outside the brightest blue he had ever seen. Slowly he stretched out, feeling the ache in his muscles from the unaccustomed exercise the day before. He and Kurt had watched the sun set behind the harbour bridge, illuminating the city with magnificent shades of pink and orange. By the time they'd gotten back to the hotel, Blaine had hardly had the energy to take his shoes off before collapsing onto the bed.

Now he looked around the room he had slept in the night before. It was spacious, the windows had light coloured curtains, which suited the over all warm colour scheme of the room. On the opposite wall a flat screen was mounted, underneath there was a coffee table with a vase of orange flowers. Slowly he pulled himself out of bed and headed over towards the window. The view was amazing. Even though skyscrapers surrounded the hotel, you could still see the sparkling blue of the water, and the shape of the Sydney Harbour Bridge arching over the city.

Three quick taps on his door, made Blaine turn and look away from the stunning view. He strode over to the door and opened it, to find an infallibly dressed Kurt standing in the hallway. He wore the look of a child standing in line for his first rollercoaster ride. His gorgeous blue eyes seemed larger than usual and the excitement Kurt must have been feeling made them glow brightly.

"Hey." Blaine moved to the side to let his boyfriend pass into the room, closing the door behind him. "What are you doing up so early?"

Kurt gave him a disbelieving look. "Blaine it's 9:30, and I've been up since 6. I didn't want to wake you, but man you take forever to get up."

Embarrassed, the shorter boy ran his hand through the tangle of hair on his head. "I usually don't sleep that long." He said trying to keep face. "It's probably just the jet lag."

"Sure, sure." Kurt knew that Blaine wasn't an early riser. He jumped onto the bed, bringing his legs up to sit cross-legged on the messed up covers, the bright spark in his eye was back and he seemed to almost glow with excitement.

"Soooo?" Kurt drew out the word and raised his eyebrows in a meaningful way. Blaine, however, was completely confused. "So what?"

"Today? Sightseeing? Plans?" Kurt hinted, emphasizing each word with a hand gesture.

"Right." Blaine replied slightly embarrassed once more, his brain hadn't really turned on yet. "Well." He sighed running a hand through his tangled hair again and leaning against the wall. "My parents are probably going to meet up with some business acquaintances, so we'll be left to our own devices for sight seeing."

Kurt furrowed his brow. Mr and Mrs Anderson had taken him and Blaine all the way to Australia, and now they didn't seem to want to spend any more time than necessary with them? And even stranger was the fact that Blaine treated this as completely and utterly normal? He was about to comment on this fact, when Blaine exclaimed in triumph.

"The Harbour Bridge!"

Kurt was puzzled. "Yes Blaine, we saw it yesterday. Remember? It was that big, shiny, metal thing that arched over the bay."

"I know we saw it." Blaine replied, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "But today… we can climb it!" His gorgeous brown eyes sparkled as he said it, making him look like an overly excited child.

Kurt had to smile in return. "Well then, you'd better get dressed." He replied, and reached over to the other side of the bed, where Blaine's suitcase lay open on the floor. He scanned its contents before pulling out a number of selected items and throwing them at his boyfriend.

Quickly the shorter boy caught the clothes and walked into the bathroom to get ready. After a very fast shower, and running his toothbrush over his teeth a few times, he chucked on his clothes. He gave himself a few seconds to check out the outfit he was wearing; a tight, almost to small for him, black cotton v-neck t-shirt with loose, but well fitted dark blue jeans. He shook his head, he really should stop letting Kurt dress him. He left the bathroom quietly amused.

Kurt was standing next to the wardrobe, hanging Blaine's shirts up, which had previously been stuffed carelessly in his suitcase.

"You know, you really should have done this last night." Kurt reprimanded the curly haired warbler. "Now they're all wrinkled."

The disgust on the brunette's face made Blaine laugh, and he reached over and grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him towards the door.

"Come on." He said, chuckling easily.

"But the shirts!"

"The shirts can wait. I, on the other hand, can't. If I don't get some food in me soon, then I'll pass out and you can carry me up the Harbour Bridge." Blaine kept pulling his boyfriend down the hall, while Kurt sang out a string of protest. He rolled his eyes to the heavens. He really loved every part of this boy, even the crazy ones.

Kurt stared down at himself in disbelief. What was he wearing? The ugly grey jumpsuit hung on him like a sack and billowed out around his legs.

"I feel like a giant baby." He stated in disgust.

Blaine laughed at the expression on his boyfriends face, turning to receive what other equipment the guide was giving out. A smile of pure joy spread across his face when he recognised it.

"Kurt!" he almost squealed with excitement. "We get tool belts!"

The brunette stared at the guy in front of him. Blaine's jumpsuit was slightly to big for him and it showed by pooling down around his ankles slightly. This matched with the expression on his face and the tangle of messy curls on his head, enhanced the childish look on his face. He was the epitome of adorable.

Quickly Kurt grabbed the other belt and clipped it around his waist. Maybe it could give some shape to the ugly grey bag he was wearing. It didn't.

"I'll be back in a sec." Blaine told Kurt heading off through the group. "Just want to check something with the guide."

"Man this sucks." Kurt mumbled underneath his breath.

"It aint that bad." Kurt looked up at the person who'd spoken, and came in contact with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen in his life. The guy they belonged to looked about 20 and his sandy coloured hair and well tanned skin, not to mention his strong accent, made Kurt assume he was an Aussie. He was slightly taller than Kurt and would probably tower over Blaine, but most importantly, he was incredibly good looking. With his strong jaw, and handsome facial features he could have easily been a model. The brunette could feel a blush starting to spread across his face.

"I mean, just look at that guy over there." The Aussie gestured towards an elderly man, who was starting to bald and rather on the large side, struggling into his very tight jumpsuit. Kurt chuckled slightly at the bizarre sight.

"The name's Max by the way." Max held out his hand and Kurt cautiously took it.

"I'm Kurt." He replied and the smile he got in return almost stunned him all over again, man were Max's teeth white.

"I've never met someone called Kurt before. It common in the US?"

"It's the accent right?" Kurt asked embarrassed. Max just laughed.

"It's all right mate, we've all got 'em. Hell, mine's strong enough."

Kurt flinched at the swear word, staring up at Max's still smiling face.

"Uh yeah, I guess so. And yes, Kurt is a well used name in America." He replied, trying to move on quickly.

Just then Blaine reappeared in the crowd, heading towards them.

"Making friends already?" Blaine asked cheerfully when he'd reached them.

He looked Max up and down, and moved closer to Kurt, almost like he wanted to protect him. The brunette would have moved away, if he wasn't so distracted by Max looking at him, waiting for an introduction.

"Max this is Blaine, my um… friend." Kurt stumbled slightly over their relationship status, as he didn't know if Max would be supportive or not. He looked friendly, but one could never know.

Max looked between them for a few seconds, he'd noticed Blaine's reaction and Kurt's stumble and decided to take the risk.

"Look, don't kill me or anything if you aren't, but are you guys a couple?" He lowered his voice slightly at the last part, making sure only their group could hear what he was saying.

Kurt was shocked, and a flash of panic hit him. What would he do? Would he tell everyone? Would they all look at them in disgust and kick them off the tour? Or would he do something else? Something more physical, like hurting them. Max's height and well-muscled body suddenly stopped being attractive and became very, very threatening.

The panic must have shown on Kurt's face, because Max rushed to reassure him.

"It's okay, I'm not homophobic. Actually my best friend from High School's gay, so I kinda know some of the things you might've had to go through." Kurt must have still looked worried because he kept going. "Seriously, it's fine."

He probably would have kept going but Blaine interrupted him. "Okay, we believe you, but how did you know and more importantly will others?"

Max grimaced slightly. "Well I don't wanna sound mean or anything, but well Kurt looks like what most people would describe as a typical gay, and the way you got so protective of him around me. That usually happens when I'm talking to some chick and her boyfriend joins us, so yeah. As to the other question, I can't really answer that. Some might, some might not. I mean some people can be seriously oblivious."

Kurt smiled slightly at that, Max really did seem like a good guy.

"And how will they, you know… react?" Kurt asked shyly, looking around them as he said it, but the others in the tour group were not paying any attention to them.

Max thought about that for a minute.

"It's pretty much like everywhere else. Just don't parade it around and be careful. Staying in bigger groups is usually the best defence."

Blaine looked sheepishly up at the blonde.

"That may not be so easy. We kind of only have each other to do stuff with."

Kurt could see the guilty filled glances his boyfriend was shooting towards him.

"Don't worry mate!" Max interrupted cheerfully. "Australia's full of friendly people. Trust me, making new friends will be easy."

Max practically proved his own point.

"If you say so?" Kurt stated cautiously.

Just then, the tour guide finally started herding the group towards the start of the climb.

"So you guys ready to climb?" Max asked, a broad grin spreading across his handsome face.

The start of the climb was the worst. It was pitch black and you could hardly see your hand in front of your face. Blaine walked in front of Kurt, with Max following behind, but even their presence didn't keep Kurt from being anxious. They must be climbing one of the bridge's towers. Kurt thought, trying to rationalise the situation.

The tour guide was a friendly man of about 30. His voice chatted away in Kurt's ear, through the ear piece they had all been given, explaining all about the bridge's history. But it was easy to tune out, and it was only when he almost ran into Blaine, and the tour guide must have called the group to halt, that he came back from his worrying.

"Okay guys." The tour guide, possibly called Simon, though Kurt wasn't a hundred percent sure, said. "We're coming up to the point where we're going to come out onto the bridge itself. To get out you'll have to weave through this part of the track that has pipes running through it. They are highlighted in bright yellow, to make them more noticeable, but please be careful. At the end of the track there is a ladder that ends up outside. It'll be quite windy, so be careful and remember to clip your rope onto the wire as soon as you get out. We don't want anyone falling today." He tried to make the last part into a joke, but Kurt just felt incredibly annoyed.

The line started moving again, more slowly this time.

"This is ridiculous." Kurt told Blaine, in a hushed but frustrated tone. "If the pipes are bright yellow they are going to be pretty much impossible to miss. Why does he have to warn us about them?"

Blaine just shrugged, and ducked under the first yellow pipe. "Others have probably been distracted and run into them. It's just a safety protocol thing. Don't worry about it."

"It's still-" Kurt began, but was cut off by a flash of pain from his head connecting with the pipe his boyfriend had just ducked under. He yelled out quietly, and muttered a few choice swear words under his breath.

"What were you saying?" Blaine asked innocently, a mocking smile slowly forming on the side of his mouth.

"Shut up." Kurt replied with a glare straight at his boyfriend, daring him to make another remark. Luckily for Blaine, he had been taught the extent of Kurt's temper on a previous occasion and he simply turned around, letting the incident go, but still keeping that amused smile.

Soon they were the group came to the spot just before the top. The tour guide had made them take awkward group pictures a few times already during the trip. Kurt didn't want to go into detail, but stupid poses were involved. He was planning to burn those photos when they got back to the hotel. Luckily the tour guide calmed his photo fear; by saying that for the 'peak' photo you could choose a small group of people to go up with. Carefully Kurt looked at Max.

"You want to make a group of three?" He asked cautiously.

But Max's broad grin shook away any fears.

"Of course, mate! Nothing I'd love more." He winked at the last part, showing his overly friendly personality.

Kurt could feel a blush beginning to creep over his cheeks, and he quickly looked away. He loved Blaine, but sometimes the way Max would look at him, or smile his gorgeous model smile, just made his heart flutter slightly.

"Come on." Max grabbed Kurt and Blaine's arms, and pulled them forward. "We're next!"

They were asked to separate; since Kurt and Blaine were smaller they went to one side together, while Max went to the other. Simon told them to walk slowly along the track, until they met in the middle. The view once they got there was stunning. In front of them spread all the way to the horizon was Sydney, it's tall skyscrapers seemed to try to touch the sky, and running through the centre, in between the two land masses was the sparkling wonder of the blue harbour. The small boats which bobbed on it's surface looked like toys from the height, and the strong wind, that blew in their faces, brought with it the unique smell of sea.

Blaine's arms wound around Kurt's waist. They didn't say anything. They didn't have to. Each of them knew exactly what the other was thinking, and neither of them wanted to break the perfect moment. Other's didn't have the same idea though.

"Crikey! What a view eh?" Max shouted to be heard above the roaring wind. Kurt simply smiled at the interruption. Australian's he accepted, really were a strange group of people, but somehow he still couldn't help but love them. Well the one's he'd met so far anyway.

"Uggh." Kurt groaned as he stepped out of the taxi that was dropping them back at the hotel. The climb had been 2 hours long, and, though he would never admit it, his body was still suffering from the long flight the day before. They had spent the climb down talking about themselves and they're home's. Kurt had found out that Max had a little sister called Sammy, and a Labrador named Jet. His parents lived in NewCastle, where he'd grown up, but he was going to University in Sydney now and lived in his own flat with hid three best friends, Nate, Tom, Dayne and of course Jet. Dayne was the gay best friend he'd talked about before. In return Kurt and Blaine told him all about Lima, and the crazy members of New Directions and The Warblers. Max seemed genuinely interested, and laughed at the insane goings on they described.

"Seriously guys." He remarked at one point. "You should film your lifes and turn it into a TV Show. I'd be a hit!"

Max especially enjoyed hearing Sue Sylvester's stories, though it seemed to Kurt that he thought they just made her up.

The walk seemed to be over way to soon, and they were all sorry to have to go, but Max, being Max, invited them to spend the next day at Bondi with him and his friends. Apparently his sister and some of her friends were coming down for the weekend.

Kurt and Blaine were all too happy to agree, and plans were quickly sketched and numbers were exchanged before Kurt and Blaine had to say goodbye to their new friend.

"You okay?" Blaine had noticed Kurt's vacant expression as he remembered the events of earlier.

"Yeah, just… tired I guess, you know." Kurt attempted to smile, but felt more of a grimace.

"I can see that." Blaine replied unsympathetically, but after receiving Kurt's unfriendly glare he hastily continued. " You can wait here, while I get the room keys. Then we can head up stairs lounge out in my room watching movies for the rest of the evening and order room service. How does that sound?"

This time the smile Kurt showed worked, and quickly Blaine scurried off to the front desk.

When he came back he was reading a letter, with a confused look on his face. Kurt's curiosity sprang alive instantly.

"What is it?"

Blaine looked up with the most confuzzeled look on his face.

"I have absolutely no idea."

He handed the page over and Kurt stared at the writing. There were three Words in unfamiliar neat but slightly scrawled handwriting, as if they was written in haste.

We Have Arrived

Kurt looked at Blaine.

"Maybe it's just a prank." He attempted to rationalize, but his mind was wondering towards all the scary horror movies he'd watched unwillingly with his family, because it was Finn's night to choose a movie.

Blaine just shrugged.

"Must be." He replied calmly. "Come on. Time to become lazy sloths for the evening."

He grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him towards the elevator. They made it to their floor, without trouble, and Blaine was just taking the key card out of his pocket when Kurt thought he heard a noise and grabbed his boyfriend's arm tightly.

"Kurt, you don't seriously think there's some crazy serial killer stalking us in the hotel do you? That only happens in really, really bad horror movies."

The shame Kurt felt at his overreaction turned into anger at Blaine.

"Fine, well how bout you open the door, and I'll stand 15 metres down the hall from you so when the crazy serial killer jumps out holding a chainsaw and cuts you in half the blood spatter won't ruin my perfect designer outfit."

He stalked off, down the hall, and none of Blaine's pleading, apologising or protest could make him budge on millimetre. Finally Blaine gave up and walked back to the door. He quickly inserted the card, and opened the wooden door. No Chainsaw wielding serial killer jumped out.

"You see it's nothi-" Blaine started to say when he yelled out suddenly. "Holy Shit!"

"Blaine what is it? There isn't a crazy killer in there is there?" Kurt exclaimed and quickly started running to his boyfriend's side, who was still standing infornt of the open doorway.

"No." He replied calmer now. "It's much, much worse."

Kurt was confused, but saw exactly what Blaine meant when he reached him. Inside of Blaine's room, sprawled across the furniture, were 4 warblers, but not just any warblers. It was Nick, Jeff, David, and Wes. Each with a more crazy smile spread across their face than the last.

"What?" They said in unison as if they'd rehearsed it, which they probably had. "You're not happy to see us?"