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Note: HARD T rating for part of this chapter! Just a warning!

One month later

Kurt found himself blindfolded as soon as he walked into the building.

"What the hell?" He heard a familiar laugh. "Mercedes, this isn't funny!"

"Oh hush, birthday boy. Live a little!"

Kurt sighed. "Fine. But if you mess up my hair, you're fixing it!"

Mercedes led Kurt down the hall to the choir room. Kurt could hear whispers, and knew something was up.

"Mercy, if you guys are throwing me a surprise party, I'll kill you."

Mercedes untied the blindfold, and Kurt blinked in the bright, harsh lights.

"Surprise!" The glee club cried out.

Kurt looked around the room, which was decorated to the nines.

"Guys, I thought I told you: no surprise parties!"

"Kurt, you're turning 17 today! We couldn't not throw you a party," Rachel explained.

"Besides, someone special planned it," Finn said, smiling.

"Oh, really?" Kurt asked, amused and knowing just who this was.

"Yep," Tina said, moving aside to reveal Artie.

"Happy birthday, baby," Artie said, rolling forward to kiss Kurt.

"Awww," the club chorused.

"Should we give Kurt his present now?" Mr. Schuester asked.

Mercedes handed Kurt a brightly-wrapped package. "From all of us," she said.

Kurt unwrapped it excitedly. "No. Way. You guys did NOT get me a personally autographed poster of Madonna from the 'Vogue' music video!"

"Mr. Schue knows a guy who knows a guy who knows Madonna's agent," Rachel explained. "He told her what a big fan you are, and she was happy to do that for you."

Kurt couldn't even begin to explain his gratitude at the moment; he truly had the best friends in the world. "Thanks so much, guys. You've already made this day perfect, and it's only," he quickly checked the clock. "Eight in the morning!" The group enveloped him in a group hug.

"Your chariot awaits," Artie said, gesturing to his chair.

"Wha…what?" Kurt asked, still in shock from the Madonna poster.

"You don't have to lift a finger—or a foot—today," Artie explained.

"Thanks, honey," Kurt said, smiling. "But are you sure…?"

"Of course," Artie said. "It's part 1 of my gift to you today."

"Okay," Kurt said, settling himself on Artie's lap, and enjoying his chauffer service to first period. "You know, you really are the best boyfriend in the world."

"I know," Artie said, blushing and smiling. Kurt flung his arms around his boyfriend and planted a big smooch on his lips, right in the middle of the hall.

The two boys had been going to couples therapy ever since their big fight over Blaine. They'd been able to address their problems of reckless flirting (Kurt) and jealously (Artie) with the help of a very nice therapist.

They hadn't fought since.

That night

"So what's part 2 of this amazing, incredible gift from you to me?" Kurt asked, bouncing on his bed excitedly.

"You'll see," Artie said with a mischievous grin. He rolled over to the door and made sure it was securely locked. Not that it mattered; Burt and Carole were on a date, and Finn with out with Rachel. Artie rolled back to Kurt's bed, looking expectantly.

"Oh!" Kurt exclaimed, quickly getting up to help his boyfriend into the bed.

Once the two were settled, Kurt gently pulled Artie on top of him.

"What's this all about?" Artie giggled, feeling naughty.

"I'm always on top. I wanna know what it's like being on bottom this time."

"Perfect," Artie purred, nuzzling his nose into Kurt's neck. He left a trail of kisses from Kurt's neck up to his lips. Kurt moaned, turned on by this new position of being dominated instead of being the dominatrix of the couple. The kisses came faster, hotter, and heavier. Kurt was only vaguely aware of the tightening in his pants. Artie looked down. "Turned on, are we?"

"Hell yes," Kurt said, moaning as Artie's hand traveled down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Is it possible that you're even hotter than before?" Artie said, staring at Kurt's abs.

"I get better looking every day," Kurt whispered. "Just like Madonna."

Artie giggled, sliding Kurt's shirt off his arms and tossing it aside. Kurt reached up and carefully pulled off Artie's shirt.

"I'm so glad you didn't wear suspenders today, love," he said.

"So am I," Artie said, shivering in the cold.

"Aw, are you cold, baby?" Kurt asked playfully. He pulled Artie closer and snuggled him to his chest.

"How are you so warm?" Artie asked, basking in the warmth that was his lover.

"I'm a hot blooded mammal," Kurt said with a playful growl. He grabbed the back of Artie's head, sending Artie's lips crashing down upon his own, sticking his tongue into Artie's mouth. It was Artie's turn to moan. He felt his own pants get tight, but knew that this night was about Kurt. With that, he fumbled to get Kurt's pants undone.
"Artie…what are…?" Kurt asked, in a confused daze.

"Shh. Just lay back and enjoy," Artie said. "This night is all about you, baby."

Kurt obeyed, lying back against the fluffy goose pillows and sighing as Artie unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He felt himself get hotter and hotter as Artie's hand traveled down south, further and further down still. Artie's hand quickly dipped into Kurt's underwear, pulling out Kurt's full erection. Kurt gasped. "Artie!"

Artie gasped in turn. "Kurt…you're so…wow…"

Kurt blushed. "Big? Umm…well…"

Artie didn't even respond. He just pushed himself down with his arms and started going down on Kurt.

"Oh!" Kurt cried out in surprise. He'd read about blowjobs, but he never expected that they'd feel this good. It just felt so good, so very good…he lay back and enjoyed. Artie bobbed his head up and down the length of Kurt's erection, enjoying this almost as much as Kurt was. He loved that Kurt was finally letting go and giving himself over to pleasure, that Kurt was his, finally his.

"Oh…oh…ARTIE!" Kurt yelled, feeling his orgasm wash over him, sending spasms throughout his whole body, creating an entirely new and amazing sensation. He squirted his load into Artie's awaiting mouth; Artie chose to swallow for this first time, just to try it. Kurt lay back, breathing heavily.

"That…that was…"

"Amazing," Artie finished, breathing just as heavily.

"Yes," Kurt whispered.

"Happy birthday, Kurt."

"Happy birthday to me, indeed," Kurt smiled.

"I love you," Artie said, crawling up to Kurt's face to kiss him gently.

"I love you, too," Kurt said, starting to cry.

"Why are you crying?" Artie asked.

"Because I just love you so much," Kurt said, sniffling, feeling silly.

"Enough for this?" Artie said, rummaging around in his pants pocket.

"What's that? Is that a…IS THAT A JEWELERY BOX?" Kurt screeched.

Artie opened the small box. "It's a promise ring," he said, blushing.

"It's beautiful," Kurt breathed. And it was; it had a small circle of diamonds on it, and engraved on the inside were the words "love knows no boundaries. KEH & AQA"

"Will you accept this ring, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel?" Artie asked. "Will you promise yourself to me?"

"I, I absolutely accept!" Kurt cried out, and Artie put the ring on Kurt's finger.

The next day

Kurt ran up to Mercedes in the hall. "Notice anything new?" he said, holding up his hand.

"…you switched moisturizers?" Mercedes asked.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Noooo…"

"Kurt…is that a…is that a RING?" Mercedes screeched, her eyes wide.

"YES!" Kurt yelled. "He liked it so he put a ring on it!" He did a little happy dance.

"That's not an engagement ring, is it?" Mercedes asked in wonder, examining the beautiful diamond ring.

"No," Kurt said. "It's just a promise ring. But isn't it lovely?"

"It's gorgeous," Mercedes admitted. They both paused.

"I GOT A RING!" Kurt cried happily.

"YOU GOT A RING!" Mercedes cried back. The two hugged and squealed.

"What's going on?" Tina asked, walking up, Mike in tow.

"Artie gave Kurt a ring!" Mercedes burst out.

"A promise ring," Kurt added quickly.

"…that's nice, Kurt," Tina said. She turned to Mike. "Why didn't you give me a ring for my birthday?" she demanded.

"Uh…oh, look, Sam! Gotta go tell him about that football…thing…!" Mike said, running off quickly.

Tina rolled her eyes. "But really, Kurt, that's great. I hope you guys are happy."

"We are," Kurt smiled. "We most certainly are."

Later, Mercedes texted Kurt.

Divalicious: So what wuz Artie's other "big surprize?"

KurtLizH: Let's just say he blew me away…

Divalicious: OMFG

KurtLizH: Heehee ;)

Divalicious: Kurt, you big gay slut!

KurtLizH: You know I am, Mercy ;)

Three months later

"Artie, Artie, ARTIE!" Kurt ran up to his boyfriend in the hall. "I have BIG news!"

"The last time you said that, you were telling me that Quinn was pregnant," Artie said wearily. "Do I want to know?"

"Don't worry, no one's pregnant this time," Kurt said, bouncing on his toes.

"Good, because I have big news for you, too," Artie said, wiggling a bit in his chair.

"You first!" Kurt exclaimed.

"No, you!" Artie said playfully.

"No, you!"

"No, you!"

"Oh, please," Mercedes said, striding up beside Kurt. "Will you two stop being so damn cute and just get on with it?"

"On three," Kurt said. "One, two…"

"I got accepted to Columbia!" Artie said, just as Kurt said "I got accepted to Julliard!"

The two gasped and hugged each other. "Congrats, you two!" Mercedes said.

"I can't believe we're going to school in New York together!" Kurt cried, clapping his hands excitedly.

"Me, either!" Artie said, dancing in his seat.

"Now we won't have to do the long-distance thing!" Kurt said, eyes widening.

"We can see each other every day, if we wanted!" Artie said, grinning.

"And see a musical every month!" Kurt said, jumping up and down like a little kid.

"Oh for the love of God," Mercedes rolled her eyes.

"Oh, Mercy, you know you're going to school at Berklee. You'll be right in Boston! That's not too far away! Oh my God, we can have weekend dates!"

"That's IF I get into Berklee, Kurt."

"You know you will," Kurt said, waving his hand dismissively.

"If you say so," Mercedes said, turning on her heel and walking away.

Kurt hugged Artie again. "Congrats, baby!"

"You too," Artie replied, kissing Kurt on the forehead.

Kurt pushed Artie down the hall. "So you got into the neurobiology thingy?"

"Yep," Artie said excitedly. "I intend on being the first paraplegic neuroscientist."

"That's so freaking sexy," Kurt sighed. "My boyfriend, the neuroscientist!"

Artie looked over his shoulder at Kurt. "And my boyfriend, the singer."

"Performer," Kurt corrected him. "I'm a performer, darling."

"Right, sorry."

"Broadway, here I come!" Kurt cried out.

"Sweetie, you're enrolled in the classical performance program."

"Yeah," Kurt said. "But this is how Kristin Chenoweth started out!"

"Who?" Artie asked innocently.

Kurt froze. "I'll pretend you did NOT just ask that."

"No, really, who is she?"

Kurt sighed impatiently. "She was the original Glinda in Wicked! She was in You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown! She was Pushing Daisies and Steel Pier and…"

Artie laughed. "I get it, I get it!"

Kurt sighed in rapture. "She has an amazing voice; 3 octaves! And she's only 4'11"!"

"She's shorter than Rachel?" Artie cracked. Kurt laughed.

"Yep. Also, she's more talented than Rachel. And she dresses better."

Artie laughed. "Even I dress better than Rachel.

Kurt smiled. "Even my grandmother dresses better than Rachel."