Helloo everybody! So I have officially reached 50 reviews, and let me just say...OHMIGOD! I love you guys so much!

So Life on a Line is officially up now, so check it out!

I'm going away for a few days tonight, so this won't be updated again until either Saturday night or Sunday afternoonish.

So keep in mind that I don't know when Kurt's birthday is. I have no idea, so I made it in April.

Anyway, to clarify, this whole story takes place after Original songs (obviously) but Kurt doesn't return to McKinley after Regionals. He stays at Dalton, because if I owned the show, which I don't (disclaimer), Kurt would be at Dalton forever and always. Blaine and Kurt are both juniors, (obvious from the last chapter,) and they have about 2 months of Junior year left.

"Kurt Kurt Kurt Kurt!" Blaine said gently but forcefully, shaking Kurt to try and wake him up, "Kurt!"

"Mmmphhmm," Kurt mumbled into his pillow.

"Wake up, wake up!" Blaine urged, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He was excited, obviously, but Kurt had no idea what was going on.

"Mmm bu' iz six in da mornin'," Kurt groaned, throwing the covers over his head.

"Please Kurt, please please please!"

"No," Kurt retorted, stiffly and groggily, "G'way. Need sleep."

Blaine groaned. Kurt needed to wake up because Blaine had something very important to say. "Kuuuurt!" he whined, trying to get the boy out of bed.

Kurt just tunneled himself deeper into the covers, not caring what Blaine had to say.

He had almost drifted back to sleep when Blaine scooped him up and held him in the air. "Mmmff…hey!" Kurt croaked. He attempted to open his eyes, but for some god-awful reason Blaine had drawn the curtains and the room was slowly filling with light. "Wanna sleep," he said before resting his head on Blaine's shoulder, who was still holding him aloft.

"No no no," Blaine scolded, "Don't go back to sleep!"

"But your so comfy," Kurt said, almost incoherently.

Blaine sighed, "That's not quite what I was going for."

Kurt didn't respond, so Blaine took that to mean that he had fallen asleep. He jostled him gently and said, "Kurt, come on, just wake up for a few minutes," He urged.

"No. Go t'sleep," Kurt mumbled into Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine laughed. "Can't," he told Kurt as he went to sit on his bed, Kurt still in his lap, "I'm too excited."

Kurt just snuggled himself deeper into Blaine's neck. " 'Bout what?" he asked quietly, not wanting to wake up but realizing it was inevitable.

Blaine gazed fondly at the boy in his lap. He was incredibly adorable and snuggly when he was drowsy. "I think you know…" Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Kurt groaned and attempted to roll back onto the bed, but failed due to the fact that Blaine held him firmly in place. "Don't know anything this early," he mumbled as he tried to grab a pillow.

"Aww come on," Blaine said a little louder, "You've got to remember!"

Kurt shot up into a sitting position. He let out a huge yawn and then looked at Blaine with shocked eyes. "It's not an anniversary of ours is it? Oh god, it is, and now you're going to dump me and-"

Blaine shook his head and put a hand over Kurt's mouth. "No, it's not an anniversary, and honestly, if you forgot that I wouldn't dump you," he stated, noting that Kurt had instantly calmed down, "But I honestly don't know how you couldn't remember what day it is."

"Hang on," Kurt instructed, going to search for his phone. He glanced at it and then turned back to Blaine. "It's April 16th," he said simply with a quirked eyebrow, not sure as to why it was important.

"Yes," Blaine said mockingly, waiting for it to click with Kurt. When it didn't Blaine's jaw gaped open. "Ohmigod," he said, "You really don't know what day it is!"

"Yes, Blaine, I don't know what's so import-" Kurt drifted off, realization dawning on him. "Ohmigod, no. It's not that day is it?"

Blaine smiled triumphantly. "Yes! It is!" He hollered before going to fetch his guitar.

"No, Blaine, don't you dare," Kurt pleaded as Blaine perched on the edge of his bed, guitar in hand and ready to play.

Blaine just smiled and started to sing his own rendition of the song.

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday dear Kurtie

Happy Birthday to you!

When he finished the song, he was smirking at Kurt, clearly pleased with himself. "I honestly don't know how you forgot it was your birthday," he said as he sat down next to Kurt.

Kurt just shrugged. "I've always dreaded it," he told him, not really wanting to go in to detail. "How did you know anyway? I haven't mentioned it at all."

"Finn," Blaine explained, "But I'd have thought you would love your birthday," Blaine responded, curiosity written all over his face, "I mean it's a day all about you. You're in the spotlight for an entire day. I could've sworn that was something you enjoy," he added, giving Kurt a wink.

Kurt's heart fluttered slightly before he realized he should explain. "It's not so much the attention; it's more of why I'm getting the attention."

Blaine quirked his eyebrow in confusion, his way of urging Kurt to continue on because he didn't fully understand yet.

"You're gonna make me spell it out, aren't you?" Kurt sighed, "I don't like…aging. You know…getting older," he admitted, defeated.

Blaine busted out laughing. "Are you kidding me?" He scoffed once his laughs had stifled, "That's something people worry about when they're in their thirties and forties, not their teenage years!"

Kurt nodded, "I know," he said, "But I just don't want my life to change. It's perfect the way it is now."

Blaine smiled lovingly at Kurt. This whole situation was just so very Kurtlike, and it was making his heart swell with pride that this little quirky boy was completely his. "Understandable," he said softly, grabbing Kurt's hand, "But you should still enjoy your birthday. It's your day, and you should make the most of it."

Kurt looked to the ground, "Well I don't see you giving me much of a choice," he said, feigning irritation.

Blaine caught on, and, letting go of Kurt's hands, made his way over to his dresser to rummage around for something. From one of the drawers, he produced a medium sized box and handed it to Kurt. "Nope," he said after Kurt took it, "And that's a little something I picked out for you. That's only half of your present, by the way," Blaine told Kurt, eager for him to open it.

Kurt looked at Blaine, eyes wide with admiration. None of his friends had given him a present on his birthday before, just a few hugs here and there, or dinner from Mercedes and Burt, but he never really received a legit present.

"Wait!" Blaine said abruptly, just as Kurt was about to open it. He went near the door a bunch of packages were sitting. "These came from your family," Blaine explained, "From Burt, Finn, and Carole."

Kurt had to hold back his tears of pure happiness. Finn, thoughtless, oblivious Finn, had even sent him a present. This was slowly becoming the best birthday ever, and it was only six thirty.

"Now open it!" Blaine demanded, coming back to sit next to Kurt.

Kurt's hands shook as he tore open the wrapping paper, revealing a dark blue cardboard box. He took a deep breath and then opened it. There was a dark green scarf lying on top of the tissue paper, and it had the word Courage embroidered onto it in big, beautiful, light green letters.

"Oh," he squeaked, turning to look at Blaine with wide eyes, "Blaine, its…its…I don't even have words to describe how much I love it."

Blaine's eyes gleamed with pride, "I picked the scarf out myself," he stated proudly, "And I had it custom-made."

Kurt laughed and launched onto Blaine's lap, touching their foreheads together. "It's wonderful. I really, really love it. So, so, so much." He touched his lips to Blaine's gently, showing him how much he truly did love it.

Blaine pulled away, much to Kurt's disappointment. "Hey," he said soothingly once he noticed Kurt's lip pouting, "You can have some more after you open the rest of you present."

"There's more?" Kurt asked, trying to mask his excitement.

Blaine nodded. "Yup. And stop hiding your excitement;" he instructed Kurt, "It's under the tissue paper," he said while motioning to the box.

Kurt gave his attention back to the box and gently lifted the paper up. Underneath was a photo of Blaine and Kurt inserted in a book cover. "Is…is this a scrapbook?" Kurt asked him, looking up at Blaine.

Blaine just nodded and gave a tip of his head to encourage Kurt to look at the rest of it.

Kurt flipped through the pages. Some of the pictures he didn't even remember taking, some were taken when he obviously wasn't paying attention, and then some he had taken himself.

"Blaine," he started, "I don't even know what to say."

Blaine curled his arm around Kurt's waist, pulling him in. "Well," he said, his voice a little sheepish, "I didn't make it all by myself. Wes and David helped with the pictures, and Thad and Nick used their artistic skills to make it look nice."

Kurt shook his head, leaning into Blaine. "It doesn't matter," he told him, "Because it's from you, and that's all I care about."

Blaine couldn't take it anymore. The look in Kurt's eyes was too much to handle, and Blaine's lips crashed down onto Kurt's. He heard Kurt gasp slightly, his hands threading themselves onto his neck.

Blaine lowered them down onto the bed until he was hovering over Kurt. Kurt pulled him tighter, not letting any air between their bodies. His lips moved with Blaine's, and he tasted so good. Kurt could tell that he'd had his morning coffee already, but that was just so Blaine.

Blaine moaned as Kurt bit his lip gently. "Trying to eat me?" He mumbled against Kurt's lips.

The response he got was a faint "Mmmphh." It sent shivers down Blaine's spine.

He removed his lips from Kurt's and trailed sloppy kisses up and down his neck and jaw. He could feel Kurt shiver every time his lips came in contact with his skin, causing him to smile against Kurt's neck. He bit lightly, earning a groan from Kurt, and went on to continue kissing down his neck and onto collarbone.

Kurt moaned slightly. He was having a wonderful birthday so far. His hands trailed down Blaine's chest until they reached the hem of his shirt. He was about to pull it off when Blaine caught his hands abruptly, moving his lips back to Kurt's and mumbled, "Later. I just ironed this shirt."

Kurt groaned. Of course Blaine would be worried about wrinkling his shirt.

Blaine chuckled at Kurt's disappointment and broke away. "You want me to look nice on your birthday, right?" he asked Kurt, slightly breathless.

Kurt just nodded, his cheeks still flushed. Blaine brought a hand up and stoked one affectionately. He trailed his hand down Kurt's neck and rubbed gently at the decent sized hickey he had given him. "You might want to put some cover up on that one," he told him playfully, "It's a doozy. I guess that can be part of your birthday present too."

Kurt just laughed and got up to inspect his neck in the bathroom mirror. "Blaine," he groaned.

"What?" Blaine responded innocently, reaching to grab his phone, "I was just marking you as mine."

Kurt just groaned again, not wanting to argue with Blaine about why he had a hickey.

Kurt announced that he was going to take a shower and get ready for the day, leaving Blaine in their room by himself. He sent Wes a text.

Kurts up and getting ready. When will the room be done? –Blaine

He waited for Wes to respond, hoping that he would get good news.

Around noon. Keep him busy until then. Did u give him the gifts? Did you make sweet gay love to him after he opened them? –Wes

Blaine rolled his eyes at Wes's last remark.

Good and I'll try. And yes, I gave him the gifts, but no, we didn't make 'sweet gay love.' At least by your standards ;) – Blaine

Two can play that game, Blaine thought as he set his phone down.

Kurt came out not to long after, dressed, hair done, and hickey somewhat covered. "What're we doing today?" He asked, prancing up to Blaine.

Blaine extended his arms and Kurt flew into them. "Want to go out for a while and then come back here for lunch?" He asked.

Kurt beamed, "Yes!" he said, now letting his excitement show. "Can we go to the park?"

Blaine nodded, "It's your birthday."

Kurt bounced with joy as he searched for his coat. "I think I left my coat in the choir room," Kurt announced after a few minutes of looking.

Blaine internally panicked. That's the room Wes was getting ready. "Oh, uh, wait!" He called just as he was about to leave the room.

Kurt turned around and waited for Blaine to say something.

"Uh, why don't you, uh, have Wes get it for you?" Blaine suggested, trying to act casual, "It is your birthday after all."

Kurt beamed. "I like the way you think!" He went to grab his phone, but Blaine's hand stopped him.

"Let me," he said. Kurt shrugged and gestured for Blaine to take over.

He dialed Wes's number and waited for him to pick up.

What Blaine? We aren't nearly read-

"Wes, Kurt's here too," Blaine interrupted once he realized Wes was going to give something away. "He left his coat in the choir room. Could you get it for him, please?"

Oh, yeah, sure, be right up.

Blaine hung up and smirked at Kurt. "Like putty in my hands," he said.

Kurt laughed just as there was a knock on the door. Wes stood beaming, "One coat for the birthday boy," he announced as he handed it off to Kurt.

Kurt smiled shyly.

"Well, happy birthday," Wes said as he walked out.

"Huh," Kurt said to Blaine as they made their way down the hallway, "That wasn't Wes's usual self. He seemed more like 'official' Wes."

Blaine just shrugged. He'd forgotten how observant Kurt was. "It's a busy day for him, he's got a lot of…big tests coming up."

Kurt nodded in understanding, touching the tails of his scarf fondly. "I really do love this scarf," he said a few minutes later.

Blaine looked at him, eyes full of joy. "Well, I really do love you."

"You never stop being cheesy, do you?" Kurt asked him affectionately.

"Not as long as you're around."

At the park, Kurt decided to have some fun at the whole concept of his birthday being about him.

"Blaineee," he whined for what seemed the hundredth time, "I want a balloon!"

Blaine mentally slapped himself for unleashing the birthday beast. "Anything for you, love," he said sarcastically. He bought the balloon for Kurt, who held the string tightly.

"Are you annoyed with me, Blaine?" he asked, feigning innocence.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "I know your acting all diva-like on purpose," he told Kurt.

Kurt huffed, "You're always one step ahead of me."

Blaine laughed and threaded their fingers together as they walked back to Blaine's car. Kurt Hummel, you have no idea how right you are, Blaine thought to himself as he wondered if the room would be ready. "Ready to head back?" Blaine asked Kurt outloud, "It's almost noon."

Kurt nodded as Blaine started the ignition.

Once they arrived back at Dalton, Blaine stealthily sent Wes another text.

We r back, so you better be ready – Blaine

He hoped that Wes would reply with an affirmative.

Yup. Bring him down! – Wes

Blaine relaxed. "Hey Kurt," he said, "Can you come to the choir room with me for a minute? I need to pick up some sheet music."

"Sure, but what's it for? The Warblers aren't performing anymore this year," Kurt responded, a little confused.

"Maybe I'm planning another Gap Attack," Blaine retorted, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"You better not be," Kurt stated, "Unless you're singing to me. You are not allowed to profess your love to anymore junior Gap managers."

"Don't worry," Blaine reassured him, squeezing his hand lightly, "It's just a little something I want to work on."

Kurt nodded in understanding. They had reached the outside of the choir room and Blaine stopped him abruptly.

"Well, here we are birthday boy," Blaine said loudly, letting the other people in the choir room know that they had arrived. He heard a slight shuffling and a click from the inside before opening the doors.

Kurt looked around, confused as to why it was dark, when suddenly the lights flipped on and a big "Surprise!" coursed throughout the room.

"Ohmigod!" Kurt squealed as he clung to Blaine's arm. He turned to him with wide eyes. "Did you plan this?"

Blaine nodded, "Wes helped a ton," he admitted, looking around the room. There were streamers everywhere, and all of the Warblers, along with the New Directions, were in attendance.

Kurt seemed to notice that at the same time Blaine did, because he let go of Blaine's hand and frantically dashed towards their little group, bouncing up and down in delight.

Yup, Blaine thought, Wes was right. I am good with birthdays.

That was wonderful. Wonderful, I tell you!

But I can totally see Kurt being upset about aging, can't you guys?

I was going to add a little more, but I felt that that last thought of Blaine's was the perfect note to end on. It just seemed right, did it not?

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