Blake was well asleep, until loud knocks at the door woke him up. In his groggily state, he managed to get to the door.

"Bad time." Blake said, scratching his bare chest. He left the door open for her to come in, and made his way back in those comfortable hotel sheets.

"Where do you want me to set your balloons?" she asked.

"For what?"

"Did you forget your own birthday?" she answered. Her last words rung in his head, as he was now fully awake.

"Holy shit. I think I did." he said, running his hand through his hair. "Thanks frenchie."

"Your welcome, now go put on a shirt. The buffet downstairs isn't too crowded, your birthday meal is on me." Maryse said. Blake smiled, at the blonde and wrapped her in a bear hug.

"Hold the door." Blake said, running up to the elevator. As he and Maryse walked in, he immediately regretted it. In the elevator, was Barbie and Paul.

"Hi guys." Maryse greeted, trying to tone down the awkward situation. Barbie smiled at her friend. Blake's eyes were burning through her, he didn't know what to say especially since her boyfriend was standing right next to her. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, the doors opened and Barbie and Paul left.

"That was just awesome." Blake said sarcastically. Maryse chuckled as they soon made their way to the buffet, and got seated. "So did Stephanie talk to you about the storyline?"

"Yeah, I like it." she said, taking a sip of her orange juice. "Does Steph know about us?" Blake rose an eyebrow at her question.

"You mean when we used to date?" he asked, she nodded. "No one knows how serious we were, I told Barbie we were just a fling."

"Same thing here. We were just a couple of kids, but we really did love each other?" she asked, her brown eyes have a shine in them. Blake couldn't help but to smile at her. Just hanging out with her again, brought up old memories of them when they both started their wrestling career. The only reason they broke up is cause Maryse was called up to the WWE, while Blake was still learning the basics.

"We really did." he nodded, wiping his mouth with a tissue. Blake knew no matter what Maryse would always have a special place in his heart.

"Here's your bill." A waitress said, placing the paper on the table. "And I was just wondering if I can have a picture with the two of you? I'm a huge wrestling fan." she asked, already adjusting her camera. Maryse nodded lightly, as Blake got up from his seat.

"Thank you so much." she said, as Blake sat back down. He pulled out his wallet to pay the tab but he felt Maryse's hand grab his hand.

"Put your money away, superstar. Your money is no good today, not to me." she smiled, showing off her pearly whites. Blake didn't argue, and shoved his wallet back into his pocket.

"Your birthday is coming up. Can't wait to spoil you."

"Good, I'm not cheap. You know who else has a birthday coming up, in about two days? She asked, raising an eyebrow. Blake knew exactly who she was talking about.

"I think so." he simply said, "Barbie's."

"Correct. What are we gonna do for her?"

"I'm not doing anything for her, but knowing Barbie she's probably gonna hang with Paul." Blake said, as the two walked back to his hotel room. "Who are you riding to the show with?"

"You." she said, with a smirk.

"Of course. Well it's not that far, so we can wait a little longer. So tell me what does THE maryse want for her birthday?" Blake asked, as he threw everything in his suitcase. She shrugged, taking a seat on the couch.

"Another birthday on the road." she sighed, "Dinner with friends, maybe go clubbing."

"Whatever you decide, tell me so I can join." he said, rolling his suitcase. "Where's all your stuff at?"

"My car." she said, pulling out her sunglasses from her purse and putting them on her face. Blake nodded, and followed her to the lobby, and hopped into her car.

"We really have to be more secretive about which hotels we choose to stay at, cause there is always a crowd." he said chuckling. "Do you mind if close my eyes?"

"Do whatever you want it's your birthday." she said, as she pulled her car off the road. "I'll wake you up in a bit." And his nap went by quick, as he soon felt Maryse shaking him.

"Shit, already?" he said, stretching as he got out of the car. He always enjoyed house shows, they were easy and superstars were able to fool around in the ring and interact with the crowd more. Blake and Maryse made their way in the back of the arena, and were greeted by Ted Dibiase.

"The outfit lady wants to know what kinda dress your wearing tonight." the older man said. Maryse nodded, she grabbed her suitcase and rolled down the hallway.

"You and Randy are ending the show today." Ted said, shaking Blake's hand.

"I love working with that guy, we bounce off each other great."

"It's gonna be another great one." Ted said, patting his shoulder and walking off. Blake made his way to his locker room, and changed. He wasn't in the mood to walk around or even get up. He sat in his empty locker room listening to whatever was currently playing on his ipod. His mind roamed on different things as he saw a head peak in.

"Your up." a backstage worker said, Blake nodded and followed him to the gorilla position. He made his way down the ramp as he could see Randy stared at him. The ref signaled the start of the match, as Randy and Blake grappled. The match was back and forth, but Blake finally won. The ref held up his hand, and for the first time the crowd was actually on their feet cheering. He looked over at Randy who had a microphone in his hand.

"That was one hell of a match, huh?" Randy asked, as the crowd erupted. Blake smiled, and nodded. "I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday man."

"Thank you." he mouthed, since he didn't have a microphone. Randy pulled him into a hug, the two friends embraced as Blake spotted a good part of the roster entering the ring. "This is just too great." Blake said, finally getting a microphone. He smiled seeing Maryse hold a birthday cake, but somehow got a bigger smile seeing Barbie standing right besides her.

"Everyone start singing." John said, leading the crowd to sing Happy Birthday.

"Come blow out your candles." Maryse said, Blake walked over to her, wrapped his arm around the French-Canadian diva, and leaned in to blow out the candles. The moment after, Barbie took the chance to smash the cake all over his face.

"Happy birthday." the diva giggled, as she wrapped her self around Blake's torso. He placed a kiss on her head, letting the frosting get on her as well.