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Kurt was just getting comfortable, with Blaine snuggling into his side while watching reruns of Tabatha Takes Over when the doorbell rang. Blaine grumbled and snuggled close, until it rang a second time and Kurt nudged him to go get it.
“But what if it’s someone trying to convert me to their religion?” Blaine whined.
“Then you politely tell them to leave so we can get back to cuddling.”
Kurt leaned over the back of the couch so he could watch as Blaine trudged over to the door, then pulled it open to reveal a tall man with short brown hair and overly whitened teeth. Kurt could barely see the man, but he could tell from the way that Blaine stiffened slightly as he opened the door he didn’t know the man and was even more upset by the interruption
“You must be Blaine.” The man said.
“Do I know you?” Blaine asked, very confused. Kurt squinted, he could have sworn he had seen the man’s face before, but couldn’t place it. He just figured it was because he was so far away, if he were closer he would be able to clearly see that he didn’t know the man.
“I believe we met once, when you were very young, maybe three or four years old. My name is Ben,” he said, almost overly confident that Blaine would remember him and wrap him in a hug. Kurt didn’t like the way this guy, Ben, was talking one bit. The only word Kurt could come up with was ‘smarmy’.
Blaine just stood there, getting more and more confused by the minute. “I’m afraid I don’t remember you.”
“Well you were very little at the time. Regardless, is Riley in?” Ben stepped closer, but Kurt could see Blaine stand his ground.
“I’m sorry.” Blaine shook his head, trying desperately to come up with a way to signal Kurt to call the police. “There is no one here by that name.”
Ben looked momentarily stunned, before his smile returned, “That’s right, I forgot he stopped using the pseudonym when he met your father. David then. Is he home?”
Blaine went from confused to terrified and concerned for his safety in just a matter of seconds. He didn’t really think this man would hurt him, but didn’t they always say that the people you least expect to be able to cause harm were the ones who were most likely to do it? Blaine responded, “I’m sorry, sir. There isn’t anyone here by that name, and I have to go now.”
Blaine quickly shut the door and locked it before letting out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He turned around to see Kurt looking at him, the worried expression he knew was written across his own face mirrored in Kurt’s.
Blaine shook his head, “I just need to call my dad.”
Blaine quickly called him, wanting to double check that it wasn’t some cooky family relative or something before calling the police.
“Hey, Blaine. What’s up? I’m really busy.”
“Hi Dad. Sorry to bother you, I know you were shooting today. Just there is this man that showed up at our door, he asked for Riley and I think he said his name was Ben.”
Blaine could hear his dad sigh on the other end of the line, followed by a long pause.
“Dad?” Blaine asked, “Should Kurt call the police?”
“No.” His dad sounded annoyed, “That’s not necessary. I’ll give David a call and let him know; he’s an old acquaintance of your Papa’s, we’ll be home soon. Just try to relax and we’ll take care of it.”
“Ok, thanks, Dad. We’ll see you in a bit.” Blaine sounded a little relieved.
As soon as Blaine hung up the phone, Kurt asked, “What did your Dad say? Do we need to call the police? What on earth is going on?”
Blaine exhaled heavily, “No, we don’t need to call the police. He is apparently an old friend of Papa’s. Dad said they would be home soon.”
Blaine was just staring off into space; Kurt was really worried about him. He had never seen Blaine this upset before.
“Should we go finish that episode of Tabatha?” Kurt asked, not sure if it was the right thing to say. But Blaine’s reaction proved to Kurt that it was, his face lit up a little bit and he looked a little bit more like his fiancé.
“Yeah.” Blaine bit his lip, “But do you think we could go watch it in the basement?”
Kurt noticed how Blaine glanced at the front door, double checking it was locked and at the windows to see if anyone was peering in, thankfully there wasn’t. “Yeah, I think that’d be a great idea.”
Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand and led him down into the basement and onto the oversized leather sofa. They snuggled up together and turned the TV back on to watch the end of the episode of Tabatha they had started. Before long, they both had dozed off and were snoring lightly.
***
Blaine woke up confused, not sure why he was on the large sofa in the basement, but Kurt’s familiar weight against him made him care a lot less. The events of the afternoon slowly came back to him, piecing together the man at the door, the worry and fear that may have been ridiculous but nevertheless was very real. Then the voices drifted down from upstairs, Blaine could pick out each of his father’s unique voices, and one he didn’t really recognize. One that was louder than either of his dads. Ben, he remembered, and pulled Kurt closer. The boys stayed that way until Bryan came down to check on them.
“What are you boys doing down here?”
“Mr. Anderson!” Kurt shot up and off of Blaine landing at the other side of the couch. Despite being engaged, Kurt couldn’t help the instinctual reaction to not be draped across his fiancé when his father entered the room. Not that it was anything Bryan and David hadn’t seen or done before, but still, Kurt felt weird talking to them while laying on their son.
Bryan chuckled and said, “Hi Kurt. Blaine, how are you doing?”
“I’m alright, Dad. How are you?”
Bryan sat down on the ottoman, letting out a long breath before saying, “Long day. Actresses not wanting to leave NYC to come shoot here; the usual.”
“Say, Dad.” Blaine started cautiously, “Who is this Ben guy that was at the door?”
Kurt saw Bryan sigh deeply, “He is an old acquaintance of your Papa’s. He is staying for dinner and I’m sure they will explain everything, meanwhile I will be trying to forget the whole thing in a glass of cabernet.”
Kurt laughed, “That bad, huh?”
Bryan’s eyes sparkled as he looked at Kurt, “Let’s put it this way. David and I didn’t meet until after he graduated from med school. There was a lot of time before that point. Ben is from the time before I met David.”
With that, Bryan stood up and told them that dinner would be ready in a half hour, and that Kurt should stay. Bryan went back upstairs, they could see him pause and steel himself before opening up the door from the basement.
Kurt looked at Blaine, “What do you think?”
“I have no idea, but I am curious.” Blaine said scooting over to sit next to Kurt, “Anything that would cause Papa to have a pseudonym has to be an excellent story. I can always use some new material to drive him crazy.”
Kurt laughed, “You’re terrible.”
“Maybe.” Blaine kissed him, “But you love me.”
Kurt grinned widely, “That I do. I do very much!” Kurt kissed Blaine again, pulling him so that Blaine was straddling his lap.
Blaine breathed, “God, I love it when you say that.”
Kurt was momentarily confused, “What?”
“I love it when you say, ‘I do’. It is just the most perfect phrase from your lips.”
Kurt smiled, “Yeah, well it doesn’t sound too bad from yours either, there Mister.”
“Mmmm,” Blaine kissed him again, “I can’t wait to be your husband.”
Kurt feigned offence, “But Blaine, there are so many exciting things we haven’t done yet as fiancés!”
“Yeah?” Blaine kissed him, “Like what?”
“Well,” Kurt slid his hands down Blaine’s back, slipping them inside Blaine’s jeans and briefs. “I haven’t fingered you in your parent’s basement as your fiancé yet.”
Blaine pulled back from where he was mouthing at Kurt’s neck, thinking, “Hmmm, you’re right. You haven’t done that yet. And I haven’t ridden you down here since I asked you to marry me.”
“Uh huh.” Kurt sucked a spot low on Blaine’s neck, just barely hidden by his shirt. Then he added, “I think that maybe we should fix that problem.”
“I think that is an excellent idea.” Blaine stood up, making to take off his clothes.
“Boys, five minutes until dinner.” David called down the stairs.
“Crap” Kurt sighed pressing a palm to his hardening cock, willing his hard-on to go away. Dinner with the Andersons with a boner was not something he needed to experience.
Blaine’s head dropped to his chest and he heaved a sigh. “I swear they must know or something, their timing is impeccable.”
Kurt nodded, “It must be a parent thing, mine are just as good at it.”
“The entire world is just out to stop us from having amazing fiancé sex.” Blaine huffed.
Kurt stood up and wrapped his arms around Blaine, “Not everyone, or at least not all the time.” Blaine looked confused, Kurt added, “Dad said it was ok if I spent the night here.”
Blaine’s eyes lit up, “Do you know what that means?”
Kurt laughed and squeezed Blaine tighter, “Yeah I do. I get to sleep cuddled next to you tonight.”
“No! It means that we can have fiancé sex in my bed and then sleep together then wake up together. That would be another first!”
Kurt shook his head, “I think you might be taking this ‘Fiance Firsts’ thing a little too seriously.”
Blaine pulled away in mock affront, “Hey!”
Kurt tried to pull him back in, but Blaine twisted out of his arms and started up the stairs two at a time. Kurt chased after him, catching his wrist just as he was about to open the door. Kurt pressed himself behind Blaine and whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait to wake up next to you, fiancé.”
***
Kurt had always thought, ever since the first time he was over at Blaine’s for dinner, that it wasn’t awkward being a couple around Blaine’s dads. Unlike the first time Blaine was over at his house for a Friday Night Dinner and Dad had questioned him mercilessly until Carole stopped him nearly 20 minutes later. Kurt apologized to Blaine for the next few days, surprised when Blaine said that he wanted to come to dinner the next Friday.
Dinner at the Andersons, well the Collins-Andersons, was always pleasant. The first time Kurt had met Blaine’s parents he didn’t know what to expect, he had heard stories about how his Dad had encouraged him to play football and baseball and encouraged an interest in cars. But when he didn’t really enjoy those things, Blaine said his Papa helped him with his theater interests. Originally Kurt thought that Blaine had two names for his father, and that maybe his mother worked a lot, but when Blaine mentioned his two Dads, it all made sense.
Bryan and David were always very nice and happy to see him. He always wondered if they saw something of themselves in him and Blaine. One night they had invited Kurt over to help them celebrate their anniversary, popping a bottle of champagne (and a bottle of sparkling cider for Kurt and Blaine, although they poured each of the boys a little bit of champagne too) and they told the whole story of how they met. How they conceived of Blaine, and what his original name was going to be (Sawyer Collins, and how they changed it when he was barely a year old). And all about Blaine’s aunts Goldie and ‘step-sister’ Shania, and his ‘step-brother’ Cooper. Blaine had told Kurt that they moved from California to Ohio when Papa’s show ended and they wanted to be closer to family, but Kurt never really knew who that family was.
Kurt hoped that someday Blaine and him could be like Bryan and David. They were so happy together, with each other, and they had been together for nearly 30 years. They had what Kurt wanted, a life with the man he loved, a family who loved them, and a child or two and some pets. Just sitting at the dinner table with his hand resting on his fiancé’s leg with his fiancé’s family, gave him the assurance he needed to know that he already had most of the pieces of the happy life he fantasized about, and the rest just needed a little bit of time.
Kurt was broken out of his happy reverie when Ben loudly asked a question.
“So, Riley… David. That’s going to take some getting used to. When did you switch your name to Anderson?” Ben bellowed.
“Uh, a few years ago at our recommitment ceremony. Bryan and I decided that we wanted to have something to link us all together as a family. So we all took the name Anderson on.” David answered.
“And what happened to Riley Poole?”
“Who?” Bryan asked.
David turned to look at his husband, “That was the pseudonym I used when I was hunting with Ben.” He looked back at Ben, “I only used that name when I was with you. I wanted to have all the adventures, without any of it landing on my record. Unfortunately I never anticipated finding the treasure the century and that it wouldn’t be attached to me. Oh well, I have all the treasure I need right here.” David ruffled Blaine’s hair, or well attempted to as Blaine swatted his hand away quickly fixing any hair that may have been moved out of place.
“That is just so sweet.” Ben smiled taking a bite of his dinner.
“Wait, Dad?” Blaine asked, “Hunting?”
“Yeah, Ben and I used to be treasure hunters.”
Kurt dropped his fork with a loud clang on his plate. “You helped discovered the lost treasure in New York!”
David blushes slightly and Ben blurts, “Yeah, we did! Man, that was the find of a lifetime!”
Kurt could see Bryan roll his eyes out of the corner of his eye, wondering what that’s all about. He ignored Blaine’s Papa for the moment in favor of asking more about the treasure from Ben and David. “Tell me everything. We learned about it a little bit in school, but it must have been so cool to find it. How did you do it anyway?”
“Well…” David started but was quickly interrupted by Ben.
“There were a lot of clues and a little bit of luck.”
Bryan scoffed, “You call that luck? The time you nearly got my husband arrested and put in federal prison for 25 years? And how he nearly got shot? And was almost killed by a 200-year-old staircase!”
“Bryan, please. I’m fine.”
“I know you are, but if you hadn’t been, then I would have never met you and I would still be the lonely bachelor in charge of a famous TV series.”
David reached across the table to take his hand, “I know. But none of that happened, and I’m here. I love you.”
Bryan squeezed his hand, “I love you too.”
“Can I tell the story now that you two are done being sappy and gross?” Ben asked.
Bryan sighed, “Oh, fine.”
Blaine and Kurt looked at him slightly excited and also very concerned about the story they were about to hear.
David started, “It was the mid-eighties, about a year and a half before I met your Papa.”
Ben took over the story when David paused to take a breath, “I met Riley in his college American History class. I was auditing the class and trying to gather information for my hunt. My grandfather told me a story about a man named Louis Caroll and how he had information about the hidden treasure in the late 1700s. Then it was passed down through the generations until it reached me. I knew I had to find ‘Charlotte’, who turned out to be a ship. There we found a pipe, which led us to a code written in invisible ink on the back of the Declaration of Independence, which eventually led us to 18th Century 3D glasses hidden where the Declaration was signed and then to a church in New York which had the treasure housed below it.”
“Wow” Kurt breathed. Blaine just stared at the stranger, stunned and worried.
“Yes, it was quite the adventure. If only our financial backer hadn’t decided to take matters into his own hands, it would have been a very smooth process.”
Bryan took a large gulp of his wine, “Yes, if only…”
“It was fun,” David added. “I haven't thought about it in years. But it was quite the adventure.” There was a glimmer Kurt couldn’t quite identify in his eye, but the way that Bryan looked worried and was tossing back the rest of his wine told him that it might not be something good.
“Well, David, maybe you should tell the boys about the time you assisted in the kidnapping of the president,” Bryan added sarcastically.
David looked between his son and his husband warily before adding, “I think that might be a story for another night.” He did everything in his power to change the subject, “So, Ben, what brings you to our home in Ohio?”
“Oh well, I actually was wondering if you felt up for one last hunt?”
“No,” Bryan said at the same time David added, “What’s it for?”
Ben ignored Bryan and said, “Nazi plunder. I had the opportunity to read the notes of Rodolfo Siviero, an Italian expert and he found much of the plunder in the early years after the war. But he found maybe a quarter of what was hidden, using his notes plus new information about strategies during the war, I believe I have found some possible locations of the missing items. Also, I may be able to investigate the recent finds in the apartment outside of Munich.”
Bryan shook his head in disbelief, “You expect me to believe that you know the location of possibly billions of dollars worth of stolen and lost art? And that you want David to come help you find it? And you’re telling him this in front of our son and his boyfriend? Really? This has to be some sort of joke.” Bryan looked at David and asked, “This is some sort of excellent prank you are playing on me right? Ashton is going to jump out of the closet or something and tell me that I was Punk’d, right?”
Kurt couldn’t help but smile at what he said; the idea of Ashton coming out of any closet was just comical. Or maybe he needed to stop hanging out with Santana.
“No prank.” David said, “Unless I’m being pranked too.” David looked at Blaine and Kurt.
“No prank. It’s real. Some people who heard about our discoveries in the past got in touch with me and wanted to fund this search.” Ben said matter-of-factly.
Kurt couldn’t read David’s expression, but Bryan’s was very clear – he picked up his glass of wine and just started drinking it down, until David put his hand on the glass and gently pulled it away, nearly half the glass later. Blaine just looked excited about the prospect of a summer trip with his dads.
The entire table was quiet, except for Bryan drinking his wine entirely too quickly. Kurt was afraid to move. He doesn't know what to make of it. It would be amazing to go to Europe this summer; he had always dreamed of going to Paris. He was drawn to the romance of it. He had never really thought of going to other parts of Europe, Italy, maybe, but Germany and Austria – wasn’t that just full fat guys drinking beer? No, Kurt knew it wasn’t, because the moment the thought crossed his mind, he remembered Heidi Klum, one of his favorite models was German.
Kurt wanted to go, and if he could read his fiancé as well as he thought he could, Blaine wanted to go as well. Although Kurt was sure his dad would be eight thousand percent opposed to him traveling abroad for the first time with Blaine and his family, even if he didn’t know it was a treasure hunt, and would be even more strongly against it then.
Kurt watched as Ben surveyed the table, tackling the most-likely to give in first.
“Ril… David, don’t you remember how much fun we had on our previous hunts?”
Bryan answered first, “Yes, getting shot at and nearly falling down an old abandoned pit under the New York subway is my definition of fun.”
David put his hand on Bryan’s, much like Blaine did when Kurt was getting worked up, he figured that must be where Blaine gets it from, “Bry, you’re exaggerating.”
Bryan rounded on his husband, “So you’re saying that getting shot at isn’t a big deal! So we should just send Blaine to get shot at because its good fun!”
“Woah!” David responded, “I didn’t say that, and this has nothing to do with Blaine and Kurt.”
Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand, squeezing it gently for comfort. Blaine looked at him and smiled slightly.
“Well, actually,” Ben started. Everyone’s attention shifted to him, “Do either of you boys speak German?”
Kurt shook his head and Blaine said, “No, we both take French. Or well, I still take it, Kurt passed the AP test with flying colors.”
“French?” Ben looked hopeful, “That’s great, my French is very rusty. How is your German, Bryan and David?”
“I learned Latin in school, and that’s all I use now, besides some rudimentary Spanish.” David responded, “But Bryan is excellent at German and Spanish, as well as Italian.”
“I can only read wine labels in Italian.” Bryan said, not disputing the other claims.
Ben looked positively giddy with excitement, “Can you really speak German?”
“Yeah. My family made me learn it, its in our heritage.”
“That’s perfect. You can help out in Germany and Austria, as well as in Italy if necessary. Then the boys will be very helpful in France. David and I are pretty useless with our languages, but we have the hunting experience. This sounds like a great team is shaping up!”
“Woah.” Bryan said, “No, absolutely not. There is no way I am sending my son and his fiancé with you and David on a treasure hunt. Its much too dangerous for boys their age.”
“Dad! We are plenty old enough to make up our own minds.” Blaine said, his voice almost surprising after not having spoken in so long.
“Careful, Blaine.” Bryan warned.
Blaine sighed, slumping slightly in his chair.
“Look, the boys are both eighteen, right?” Ben asked, Bryan and David both nodding, “Then they can make up their own minds. I won't force them to do anything they don’t want to do. But I would love having them along, if they decide they want to come on the hunt.”
Bryan and David looked at each other, sharing the same look that Kurt shared with Blaine. Cautious and wondering where they would go from here, and who would be the next to speak.
Bryan shocked everyone at the table when he asked, “Would it really be safe?”
All eyes were on Bryan and his family was shocked silent, Ben seemed unphased, “As far as I know, I am the only one who has made these connections, and my German contact assured me that she won’t be sharing the information with anyone else.”
Bryan looked unconvinced. Ben added one last assurance, “Everyone will be perfectly safe, no guns, no old caverns to fall down, no kidnappings. Nothing illegal, or at least nothing with a jail sentence.”
Bryan sighed and nodded at David. David asked Blaine, “What do you think?”
“It sounds like a fun adventure, and a great way to get to go to Europe, again.”
Bryan turned to Kurt, sighing, “You’ll have to ask your Dad first.”
Kurt nodded, he knew that Dad would never let him go. “I will, Bryan.”
Bryan smiled and said to Ben, “So when are we going?”
Ben was positively beaming while he discussed the timeframe and expected travel plans. Kurt’s hand squeezed Blaine’s and was happy to think that instead of an uneventful and relaxing summer break in Lima, he was going to be spending it in Europe, eating wonderful food, seeing all the sights, and hunting treasure with his fiancé.
***
The next morning Kurt was helping his Dad in the shop, not fixing anything today, just organizing the office files and cleaning out the clutter so they could fit a second desk in the small office.
His Dad walked in wiping his hands on a dirty cloth tucked into his belt , “Hey Kiddo. It looks good in here. Thanks for your help.”
“Hi, Dad. No problem, I’m happy to help.”
“You got home late last night, how was dinner at Blaine’s?”
Kurt looked down and blushed. After dinner he had gone upstairs with Blaine and started looking at different things they would like to visit in Austria. Kurt had fixated on Vienna, where all the high-end fashion shops were, and even a few design houses he had his eyes on for a while. Blaine on the other hand thought Salzburg and Innsbruck sounded more interesting, quaint smaller Austrian towns. And Blaine couldn't deny the appeal of the Sound of Music tour in Salzburg!
“We were marathoning Project Runway and lost track of time.” It wasn’t a complete lie, Project Runway was on in the background while they were doing their research.
Burt smiled knowingly, “You know, son, you don’t have to lie to me. It’s ok. I know what someone wants to do with their fiancé. I’ve been engaged before… twice actually.”
Kurt couldn’t help but smile, “Thanks, Dad. But we were sort of watching the show. We were doing research on places to visit in Europe.”
“Isn’t it a little early to be thinking about your Honeymoon?”
“Well, this isn’t exactly for the honeymoon.”
Burt looked confused, he waited patiently for his son to continue.
“Last night at dinner, David’s old friend Ben dropped in unexpectedly.”
Burt waved his hands encouragingly trying to get Kurt to get to the point.
“Yeah, so, David knows Ben from before Med School, and they were treasure hunters. They found the lost treasure under New York and also uncovered presidential secrets a few years later.”
“Oh yeah, I remember that. Your Mom was so excited to see the exhibit tour when it came to Columbus. We waited outside in the snow for four hours before we could get in.”
Kurt smiled, he still treasured any story about his Mom, “Well, Ben thinks he has found hidden Nazi Plunder, worth potentially billions of dollars, and he’s asked David, Bryan, Blaine, and I to help him uncover it.”
Burt stared at Kurt in disbelief.
“Bryan was against the idea for a long time then finally he caved. Ben says it will be safe, no guns, no illegal activity. Blaine and his dads are going, they would like me to come along too. And you know I have always wanted to see Paris.”
“Let me get this straight, you are asking me if I'll let you go on a treasure hunt with your fiancé?”
“To put it simply, yeah.”
“I don’t even know what to say…” Burt trailed off.
Kurt took the opportunity to try and convince him, “If it were really dangerous, Bryan and David would never let Blaine go, you know that. Besides, his dads will be going along too. I promise we’ll be safe!”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Burt said flatly.
Kurt knew his Dad would just say no. He wouldn’t flat out forbid it, but he would strongly disapprove, and Kurt hated to disappoint his father.
“Its ok, Dad. I know. It isn’t a good idea, it was really just a pipe dream anyway.”
“Let me finish.” Burt said raising his voice slightly to ensure he had Kurt’s attention, “I didn’t say you shouldn’t go. I’m saying you can’t promise me you’ll be safe when you are going after treasure that’s been hidden for nearly seventy years. There could be so many dangers that you have never thought of before. But, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go. I think you should take this opportunity to have the adventure. You’re young, you won’t miss any school for it, and you’ll have a wonderful story to tell regardless of whether or not you find the treasure.
I had an opportunity to go on an amazing adventure right after high school, but I decided to go to work instead, save up money so I could buy your Mom a beautiful engagement ring. But you’re already engaged, and your fiancé is going with you. I think is something that if you want to do it, you should. You will regret it forever if you don’t.”
Kurt couldn’t believe what his Dad just said, it couldn’t be real. “Dad?”
“Do you want to go?”
“I do, but isn’t it dangerous and silly?”
Burt laughed, “Maybe, but all the best adventures are.”
“So you’re saying I can go?”
“If that’s what you want to do, then yes. Carole and I will miss having you around this summer, but we miss you all school year too. So this won’t be much different.”
Kurt threw his arms around his dad holding him tight. “Thank you so much! You are the best!”
Burt chuckled, holding his son a little closer, “Anytime. Now go call Blaine, I’m sure he’s dying to hear if you're going with them or not.”
Kurt lingered just a minute longer before leaving to call his fiancé.
The phone rang more times than it normally did when he called Blaine, usually picking up on the first or second ring. But this time it nearly went to voicemail before Blaine’s out of breath voice was on the other end.
“Hi! Sorry, my phone was in the other room.”
Kurt laughed, “Hi.”
“So… Did you talk to your Dad?”
“Yeah I did.” Blaine sounded too excited, Kurt couldn’t help himself from teasing him just a little bit.
“Well, what did he say?”
“He told me that I couldn't promise to be safe.”
Blaine sounded confused when he asked, “So what does that mean?”
“It means that Dad said I shouldn’t pass up this opportunity for and adventure. He said if I wanted to go I should.”
“Oh my god, Kurt! I can’t believe it!”
“I actually kinda can. But it is so… so awesome. We get to go to Europe together and hunt for treasure. How is that real?”
“I don’t know, but I can’t wait to go!”
“Me either!” Kurt said smiling, as much as he couldn’t believe that this was his reality, he was very glad it was. This would be the adventure of a lifetime!
***