AN: My birthday was recently, so I decided to write a birthday themed one shot.
Finally. For once, Kurt didn't have to spend his birthday at school.
It was a Saturday morning, and he was awoken by the sound of his phone buzzing multiple times. He was greeted with birthday texts from his friend's and family. Burt had already barged into his room earlier that morning to give him a proper birthday hug, but Kurt groaned into his pillow and went back to sleep. Eighteen didn't feel any different than seventeen, but he woke up feeling refreshed and giddy from all his birthday messages.
HAPPY BDAY CUTIE! let me kno if u wanna hang later! 3– Mercedes
Never thought id be texting you, but happy birthday lady hummel – Santana
dude come downstairs so we can eat breakfast, mom isn't letting me eat until you have first servings btw happy bday – Finn
Kurt sighed happily and stretched his arms and legs like a lanky cat. Just as he was about to get up, another text chimed in.
Happy birthday gorgeous. I'll see you later. –Blaine
Kurt shivered. Blaine called him gorgeous and didn't use any emoticons or flashy words in his text. It made Kurt all the more excited that the text was so simple and subtle; meaning more was to come later.
He went downstairs to eat pancakes with his family. Kurt hadn't planned anything specific for the day; he stopped having full on birthday parties long ago. Instead, he would just hang out or go to dinner with a few close friends, but never anything extravagant. Kurt spent the day replying to Facebook messages sent from his distant relatives, having to answer annoying questions (how does being 18 feel? Do you feel like a grown up now?)
Carole and Burt were busy baking a cake for Kurt, even though he politely declined several times. Carole always told him that Kurt was too humble to let anyone do anything for him, especially when it came to food. Kurt was always the one baking, but Carole insisted. Well, with Burt attempting to help.
It was around six o'clock when the doorbell rang. Kurt answered it, and there was Blaine, dressed in a white button up shirt with his classic leather jacket thrown over it. He held a bouquet of red and yellow roses in his hands. With his bright eyes and slight stubble, he looked like the most handsome man Kurt had ever seen. Which was saying something, because their substitute Spanish teacher Mr. Martinez existed.
Kurt shook his head at the roses and flushed. "It's not Valentines Day."
"You're right," Blaine said. "It's your birthday. That's more important than V day."
Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's neck and hugged him so tightly that Blaine made pretend choking noises. He hugged Kurt back with just as much enthusiasm and kissed his forehead.
"Happy birthday."
"Thank you," Kurt replied, and took the roses to put in his room. Kurt was thrilled. He'd never received flowers from a boy he loved until now. They were beautiful. Kurt decided that he was going to press them in books when they started to wilt.
Blaine was talking to Burt by the time he came back downstairs. Blaine and Burt had gotten along perfectly ever since Kurt started bringing him over more after Burt got over the initial shock of Kurt dating someone so different than himself.
"Ready to go?" Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded excitedly. They were going out to have dinner, and afterwards Blaine was coming back to the Hummel-Hudson house to sleep over.
"I was gonna remind you of your curfew, but you're an adult now," Burt sighed, looking both sad and happy. "You're all grown up."
Kurt smiled softly at his dad and gave him a hug. "Oh, dad. If it makes you feel any better, I'll come home at curfew. Maybe." Burt laughed.
"You smell nice," Kurt told Blaine. They were snuggled up in the backseat of Blaine's (technically Cooper's) car after dinner. They were too full and too tired to even think about driving right now, even though Kurt was worried they would fall asleep in the car and not wake up until it was pitch black outside.
Blaine did smell nice. Ever since he quit smoking, the smell of stale cigarettes was gone and Kurt could now smell Blaine's prominent cologne properly. There was also a musky smell that could only be identified as Blaine; something that could soothe Kurt while also driving him wild.
"For once," Blaine mumbled. Kurt laughed and snuggled further into Blaine's warm embrace.
"I've never spent my birthday with someone I love," Kurt said. "At least, not someone I love romantically. I didn't think I would for a long time."
Blaine's hand rubbed up and down Kurt's back absent-mindedly. "Why would you think that? There's no doubt in my mind that if you never met me, you'd still managed to snatch yourself a hot boyfriend. I mean, look at you."
Kurt shrugged. "Hey. Don't talk about if we never met. And there's no hot gay boys at our school."
"You're right," Blaine nodded. "Just me."
Kurt laughed again. "Do you think we would have met even if you hadn't transferred to McKinley?"
Blaine thought about it for a moment. "I don't know. I don't believe in fate. But I'd like to think that you'd be in my life no matter what. It's because of you that I'm not as fucked up as I used to be."
Kurt leaned up and kissed Blaine softly. "Nah. You're the one who helped yourself. I was just there, cheering you on in the background. Like a cheerleader."
Blaine shook his head playfully and brought his hand up behind Kurt's head, pulling him in for a kiss. Kurt pushed at Blaine's chest, leaning him back against the seat. Their kiss slowly became heated until Kurt was gently nipping at Blaine's bottom lip. Blaine grabbed Kurt's face between his hands and worked at his lips, kissing him the exact way he knew Kurt liked. Kurt ran his fingertips along Blaine's jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. He slid his hand down Blaine's toned chest, feeling the fabric of the crisp white shirt. They broke apart; both of their cheeks pink, and lay their foreheads together.
"Happy birthday, baby," Blaine whispered hoarsely. Kurt shivered, and attached his lips to Blaine's once more. It wasn't glamorous, but it was certainly the best birthday ever.
