Birthday

A Little Gleeks Fic

By Life is LIke a Novel

When Burt and Elizabeth asked their nine year old son what kind of party he wanted for their birthday, they expected a color scheme or some sort of fashion answer. After all, nine years old was generally the age when kids started thinking that themed parties were lame. So, imagine their surprise when he got a huge grin on his face and replied. "The Beatles. I'd like a Beatles birthday, please."

They nodded. "That's sounds perfect," Elizabeth told him. Now that she thought about it, it did seem perfect for him. Sam had Kurt so hooked on The Beatles right now that Blaine was currently having to wave show tune CDs in his face to make him even consider them. "Why don't you write down every one that you want to invite and I'll find some invitations. I'm guessing you have the music covered, and tomorrow we can look at cakes. Sound like a plan?"

"Great!" Kurt smiled, kissing both of his parents on the cheek. "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson said that Blaine could have a sleepover tonight with a couple of friends. Is it okay if go? Shane said he'd drop us off tonight if you could pick us up tomorrow Dad."

"That's fine. We made plans with the Berry's tomorrow in the the afternoon though, so I'll pick you up around ten."

"Thanks. I'll have Sam wake me up. He's such an early bird," he told with a grimace, gaining a laugh from each of his parents. It was true, after all. Both of them had become accustomed to find Sam waiting in the kitchen with a fresh pot of coffee made for them when they came down on the mornings he was there.

"I'm going to go call Sam and Blaine to let them know I can go tonight. Shane said he'd be here at four to get me if I could go." With another kiss to each of his parent's cheeks he was off, already dialing the number of his best friend into the phone.

"I've got it," Sam volunteered when the door bell rang. Kurt was staring between two different outfits in contemplation, and their parents were other wise busy (their moms were setting up the food, and their dads were setting up an extensive sound system in the back yard). Sam had already offered his advice on the outfits, but Kurt had scoffed at him, telling the other boy that he loved him, but he had no taste in style, 'just look at those jeans'. Sam had shrugged, accustomed to the disapproval that he friend held for his clothes.

"Thanks, Sam. It's probably just Blaine. His parents are dropping him off early so that they can catch their flight on time," Kurt threw over his shoulder as he held each outfit up to himself and studied his reflection in the full length mirror.

Sure enough, when Sam opened the door, there was Blaine with a suitcase large enough to hold a week's worth of clothes and other essentials, his parents waving from the car. "Hey man," Sam told him, holding the door open wider so he could come in.

"I can't believe they are going to the beach for a week and wouldn't take me with them. Who cares if I miss a couple days of school. It's so close to the holiday season that none of the teachers are going over actual material," he huffed, pulling his suitcase inside.

"Could be worse," Sam shrugged. When Blaine looked at him in doubt, he continued. "They could be going to a week's worth of shows, or even worse, Disney World," Sam told him knowing of the boy's fascination with anything Disney related. Sam couldn't help but laugh at the horrified look on the dapper boy's face at the thought of his parents going to Disney World without him.

"They wouldn't," Blaine told himself, shaking the thought away as he made his way over to the stairs. "I would die if I missed a chance to have my picture taken with Prince Adam, or Oh God, Prince Eric," Blaine all but swooned.

"And you wonder why I call you Princess," Sam laughed, shaking his head taking Blaine's bag from him. "Now come on, Kurt's having a fashion crisis."

That seemed to perk Blaine up. He stood up straighter and smiled. "I'm guessing you were no help at all," he laughed heading up the stairs. Sam shook his head and followed the other boy.

"So I hear the birthday boy is in the middle of a fashion crisis," Blaine greeted Kurt as he came into his room.

"Oh my Lord and Taylor, thank goodness you're here. I just simply don't know which would be better, what do you think?" Kurt asked nodding to the two outfits on the bed. One was brightly colored marching band jacket paired off with jeans and bright yellow boots, while the other was a simple suit with a sweater and tie. Blaine seemed to consider the two before pointing to the jacket. "As much as I love a classic look, I think this would be better. It's a party after all."

"You're right," Kurt nodded happily, pulling his friend in for a tight hug. "Thank you."

Blaine laughed, hugging him back. "No problem."

"Wait a minute," Sam scoffed from his seat at the edge of the bed. "That's the one I picked out. How come I don't get a hug?"

The other two laughed, and Kurt walked over and pressed a quick kiss to the blond's cheek, causing him to blush a bright pink. "Thank you too, Sammy."

"Now both of you out. I only have twenty minutes to get ready," Kurt shrieked pushing them both towards the door as he caught site of the clock.

Okay, so this was going to show the actual birthday party and it wasn't what I was thinking, but I've been working on this for far too long and it just needs to be done so I can move on. I think something with Dave will be next because I'm forming a little shipper crush on him and Kurt.

Love,

Life.

http:/ ophairo (dot) deviantart (dot) com /gallery /#/ d420ca3 This is a link to Kurt's outfit. You should go check it out. The artist is fantastic. I just love her so. (Don't forget to remove spaces/replace dots.)