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Haha this is, like, The Neverending Story. But well. I hope that's okay, I enjoy writing it.

Kurt decided that they should make a plan for their almost two-weeks long stay in the city of love. And of course, when he said "them" he meant "him". Blaine had looked kind of skeptic but laughed and relaxed when Kurt swore that he would put other things on their plan than shopping.

Paris was everything Kurt had hoped for. It was a beautiful city with small streets somewhere and broad, bustling ways other places. Champs Ellysées was worth all the commotion with the tourist to get a whiff off the feeling and a glimpse into the expensive stores. Huge security guards stood at each glass doorway and were probably meant to scare off curious non-buyers. Kurt supposed it worked quite well, since there were only a few people in each of the couture-stores while the giant Disney store, for example, was full of people buying too much stuff with Mickey Mouse on it. The boys made the agreement that if they went into the absolutely huge beauty-store, they'd take a peek into the Disney one as well, so Blaine could have his childhood dream fulfilled. Kurt would never admit how cute he found his boyfriend as he ran around the store, dragging Kurt by the hand and babbling about the different things he would purchase, as Blaine would never admit to finding Kurt just as cute in the beauty store. Kurt bought a new cleansing kit for his face, bubble bath soaps and for Carole, a lovely smelling body lotion. Blaine bought the "Disney Princesses – The Box" DVD collection and a dark blue t-shirt with Mickey Mouse on it. Kurt managed to sneak-buy a Woody-doll Blaine had stared at and he had blushed prettily when Kurt suggested he bought it. Blaine had mumbled something about "dolls being for kids" but Kurt had caught him looking back at it over his shoulder as they had continued on. Kurt was smiling and happy as they left to go to Arch de Triomphe, excited he could be the one to be giving this time.

Blaine looked a little dubious as Kurt pulled him along in between the grey, somewhat shabby, buildings.

"Uh, Kurt? Are you sure there's a church in here?" he asked. Kurt was looking down at the small map in his hands.

"Yeah, it's right over there," he mumbled, pointing with his free hand. Blaine looked up and frowned. The church was smaller than most and looked misplaced in between the office buildings.

"Really?" he asked, the doubt clear in his voice. Kurt sighed and pulled on his hand till they stood beside each other.

"Yes, honey, really. Trust me on this. Honestly Blaine, you are being a little annoying right now, why is that?" Kurt asked, brushing a stray strand of hair off of the others forehead. Blaine looked slightly ashamed and he shuffled his feet as he mumbled.

"I'd just really have liked to spend the day in bed with you, s'all."

Kurt laughed heartedly and pulled Blaine close, planting a kiss on his forehead. "Oh sweetie," he giggled. "I promise, this afternoon we'll go back to the hotel and eat greasy food and watch a Disney and maybe make a bubble bath?"

Blaine's eyes lit up at that and he nodded eagerly. Kurt started dragging him towards the entrance of the church again.

"But first, La Sainte-Chapelle. Seriously, it's one of the most overlooked attractions of Paris," he explained, and with the afternoon in mind, Blaine followed without complaining.

At first, there was nothing much to see. Stepping into the church was an absolute disappointment; the ceiling was low and the much discussed mosaics were nowhere in sight. Sure, on the wall at the end there was one mosaic, not very artful, nor very spectacular. Blaine was about to go closer when Kurt tugged on his hand. When Blaine looked at him, he jerked his head in the direction of a small staircase Blaine hadn't noticed. He followed his boyfriend up the stairs, looking at his feet as not to stumble. He heard Kurt's sharp intake of breath before he lifted his eyes to look at the room they entered.

"Woah," he breathed, gripping tighter onto Kurt's hand. "Shit, Kurt, this is beautiful."

Kurt looked at him, laughter in his eyes. "Told you."

The room was mostly silent, the visitors paying each other respect and giving space to admire the beautiful mosaics that were the walls of the chapel. Everything that wasn't colored glass was golden, as was the sumptuous pulpit. The ceiling was painted blue with little golden stars, and altogether being in the room felt like being inside a glass box.

The boys' fingers stayed entwined as they strolled silently through the room, ignoring the glares that were sometimes shot their way. Kurt was smiling softly the whole time and Blaine imagined what it would be like laying next to each other on the floor at night, watching the sun rise through the beautiful mosaics. Royal blue was the dominating color, and Blaine reveled in this because that was Kurt's color. If Kurt were a color, he'd be royal blue. Deep and beautiful, the color of just before dawn and just after twilight. Not blue in the sad way, but blue as in the ocean, the sky, the color of Kurt's eyes when Blaine trailed his fingers on the pale boy's soft skin.

Kurt caught him staring lovingly at him and he smiled, confused. "What?" he asked, searching Blaine's face. The corner of Blaine's mouth quirked up softly and he chanced a small kiss to his boyfriend's lips.

"Nothing. You're really beautiful when you're happy. You're always really beautiful," Blaine said, his voice soft.

Kurt blushed under the praise and his eyes lit up. "Thank you. You are too, so much," he answered. He looked up one last time and admired the art above their heads. "Do you wanna go back to the hotel?" he asked then. Blaine smiled softly.

"Yeah."

Paris is everything they say it is, I fell in love with it when I visited a couple years ago. It's perfect.

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