"Happy Birthday to you..." Blaine sings softly as he spoons himself tighter around Kurt's sleeping form.

"Is it today already?" he asks groggily.

"Yes," he laughs. "Come downstairs when you're ready."

His warmth vanishes so Kurt drags himself reluctantly from the bed and into the bathroom before wandering downstairs to find the kitchen table filled with presents and food.

"What's all this?"

"Your dad and Carole left gifts with me- though they have more for when they come home. Plus there's a gift from Cooper in there somewhere and the rest is from me," Blaine says proudly, taking him in his arms.

"You didn't have to get me anything," Kurt mutters, embarrassed. "Not after..."

"Oh hush. You know that's over and forgotten." Kissing his lips firmly, he guides him to the table where he sits in a chair and pulls Kurt into his lap. "Do you remember when I first held you like this?" he asks as Kurt snuggles against him.

"I do."

"You were so lost, so frightened."

"Don't remind me."

"I want to, because I want you to recognize how far you've come- how far we've come- since then. I'm so proud to be with you."

"Really?"

"Of course!" Blaine cries indignantly. "Why would I say it otherwise?"

"I don't know. I just...sometimes I still have trouble believing that this is all real, that we are together and that I am loved."

"Well believe it, cause it's real and I'm not going anywhere. Now. Food first, or gifts?"

Kurt brightens considerably as each gift is opened, and he actually squeaks when he moves onto Blaine's gifts and unwraps a Burberry coat.

"Oh my god Blaine! This is...This is...This is current season! I've never owned anything current season before. Oh my god!" Standing, he puts it on immediately, twirling happily as Blaine laughs. "This must have cost you so much money," he whispers suddenly, looking at him with wide eyes. "You didn't have to..."

"Kurt. That damn magazine of yours has been open on the same page for weeks. Everytime I pass your desk, there it is. And I'm guessing it's either the model or the coat you were referring to when you circled the picture, wrote 'want sooo badly' on it and drew hearts everywhere. I just hoped it was the coat."

"It was the coat," he laughs happily. "It's cashmere," he says knowledgeably.

"I know."

"It's full name from the collection is mid-length cashmere trench coat in pale gray melange," he continues blissfully.

"Okay."

"And it retails at..."

"I know what it retails at," Blaine says, smiling happily as he goes to him. "And I also know that you look insanely hot wearing it- even over your pajamas."

Kurt kisses him happily, pulling away slightly breathless, cheeks pink with exhilaration. "Thank you," he says against his lips. Closing his eyes, he runs his fingers happily over the lapels, laughing when Blaine pulls him close once more.

"You have more gifts," he says softly.

Kurt doesn't remove the coat, but settles back into Blaine's lap as he hands him the last gift.

"Uh...and this is...yeah."

"That makes perfect sense Blaine, thank you."

"No I mean it's...um...you know. If you don't like it you can change it."

Kurt removes the lid from the box carefully, setting it aside and gasping as his eyes fill with tears. He holds the silver charm bracelet carefully, running his fingers over the links before examining the three charms.

"It's uh..."

"Why these ones?" Kurt asks quietly.

"Um..." Kurt looks up to him as he pauses and notices him struggling to speak. He flushes red as he clears his throat and tries again. "So um...the music note is because that's how we first met- and it's something that means so much to both of us. The uh...the microphone is to remind you how much I love your voice, and it has blue and amber crystals inset because that was the closest match I could get to our eyes," he pauses to laugh softly- still shy- then takes the bracelet in his own hands. "And the heart...for love obviously. To remind you that you always have my heart, and..."

"To have courage," Kurt says softly, eyes filling with tears as he traces a finger delicately over the word engraved on one side.

"A-and I had a diamond inset," Blaine says nervously. "Because one day I hope- more than anything- that I can put a diamond on your finger." He bites his lip, worried he has said to much but then Kurt surprises him.

"Not if I get there first," he says, wiping at his now streaming eyes. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, or all this," he says, gesturing to the table. "But I love you so much. Thank you," he says, eyes full of sincerity and love.

They exchange sweet kisses then settle back in the chair, content to be held by one another and just let time wash over them, until Blaine reluctantly moves.

"You have to get going," he says begrudgingly.

"Me? What? Why? Where am I going?"

"To the mall. You're meeting Rachel, Tina, Mercedes and Quinn. Rachel has my credit card along with instructions to buy you whatever clothes you want and lunch for everyone."

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"Nope," Blaine grins. "You can take my car, but be back by three- my parents want to stop by and say happy birthday."

"Why aren't you coming?"

"Because they're your friends and they want to see you for your birthday. We have the rest of the weekend together...namely tonight."

"You have plans for tonight?" Kurt says, winding his arms around his neck.

"I do."

"Kiss me," he breathes. "Kiss me hard, like you're never gonna get enough."

"I never can," Blaine says, cupping his face. "I wanna drown in your kisses."

Kurt is late to meet his friends, though they are hardly surprised. He does feel a small glimmer of satisfaction though- shutting up Rachel's moaning with "Sorry I'm late, I was getting my birthday blowjob." Then he remembers Santana isn't present to laugh, and the others look horrified apart from Quinn who smirks. "Okay!" he says brightly. "Let's shop."

He returns home triumphant- eagerly telling Blaine that a lot of stores had sales and happily showing off his new purchases before handing back his credit card.

"I-I wasn't going to use it..." he starts.

"I know you weren't, which is why I gave Rachel express instructions to stand right by your side and hand it over before you each time. I trust she delivered?"

"She's Rachel," Kurt remarks dryly. "She has to win."

The doorbell rings and Kurt answers, leaving Blaine to feel slightly silly at the thrill of Kurt making himself at home in his house brings.

"Kurt darling!" Sara hugs him warmly and kisses his cheek. "Happy Birthday! I'm so glad it's your birthday," she prattles as she makes her way inside with Mike trailing behind. "Seventeen sounds better than sixteen. Seventeen is nearly adult. Not that I have an issue, but Mrs. Edgemont did raise her eyebrows slightly when I told her. Of course, she's hardly one to talk. She's eleven years older than her husband for a start so I really don't..."

"Mom," Blaine cuts her off.

"Hello darling."

"Please stop talking."

"Okay darling," she smiles happily. "We have cake. I'll go make myself busy with that."

Mike falls into the nearest armchair and sighs with relief before nodding in Kurt's direction. "Happy Birthday my son," he says- ignoring the way Kurt's mouth falls open in surprise and carrying on. "Have you spoken to your dad?"

"Uh...this morning," he replies meekly, still in shock at this man calling him his son.

"Good. Are they having a nice time?"

"Yeah. Um...yes. Dad keeps moaning that it's too hot, but other than that they're enjoying themselves."

"I see you like the bracelet," Mike comments as he catches sight of the silver around Kurt's wrist.

"Oh," Kurt starts in surprise and confusion. "Yes. I um..."

"Can I look? I've not seen it. Blaine asked my advice- whether I thought a bracelet was too feminine or not. I said not. I'd wear one. Cooper does, not a charm one but a bracelet nonetheless."

As always with Blaine's parents, Kurt finds himself relaxing in their presence- enough to share a slice of birthday cake with Blaine and take turns feeding each other. Sara calls them cute and demands a photo, Blaine gets embarrassed and Kurt laughs at him- even more so when Mike retells a story of four year old Blaine smashing his cake up so he didn't have to share it.

"He gets protective of his food," Sara laughs along with him as Blaine hides his head in his hands.

"I noticed," Kurt agrees. "I have to fight him for cheesecake. I've found my nemesis."

"I remember when Blaine was six..." Mike starts, but Blaine gets to his feet.

"Okay, okay. Enough. Go. Leave now," he laughs. "You've said too much already."

"He was playing in the yard with the neighbours daughter, Jessie..."

"Dad..." Blaine moans. "You really do need to leave. I have plans. Plans that don't involve you- and this is why."

"I go to check on them," Mike continues unabashed, "only to find them both naked under the apple tree. Well..."

"Oh my god. Please. Mom. Help me," Blaine begs as he pushes his cackling dad out into the hallway.

"I think it's safe to say that's the only female Blaine has ever been naked with..."

"Go!" Blaine cries, opening the door and pushing his dad outside. "Mom, thank you for the cake and I..."

"Apparently it had all been her idea, and Blaine had been disappointed when she refused to go and fetch her brother!" Mike laughs heartily, while Kurt wipes at tears and Blaine looks mortified and tries to hide in Kurt's shoulder.

"Are you done?" he asks weakly.

"I am," his dad says as he hugs him and Kurt in turn. "I promise to leave and not return until I have some more stories," he grins.

"I'll look forward to it," Kurt smiles in return and then kisses Sara's cheek. "Thank you for everything," he says sincerely. "You didn't have to do all this."

"We wanted to," she says warmly as she holds tight to his hands. "We love that Blaine is so happy and settled, and we have you to thank for that. Plus, we love having you in our lives, darling. You're a wonderful young man. I know your dad is proud of you, and rightly so. Enjoy your evening," she says as she climbs in the car.

Kurt and Blaine stand arm in arm in the driveway waving them off- the picture of domesticity as Kurt kisses Blaine's still hot cheek. "You are adorable when you're embarrassed," he says softly. "And your parents are wonderful."

"I look like a little kid when I'm embarrassed, and my parents are mortifying," Blaine corrects, then makes Kurt yelp as he hoists him over his shoulder.

"Blaine! Where are we going?"

"To get ready," he replies.

He refuses to elaborate further, just telling Kurt to dress smart casual until he notices his anger at not knowing what to wear is starting to simmer.

"Okay. We're not going out anywhere," he says as he kneels between his legs. "Why don't you wear your jeans, and that shirt you got today? The scarf from my parents too," he says as he notices a large hickey forming from their efforts in the shower.

"Yes, I wonder why your parents thought to get me a scarf?" Kurt teases as he looks in the mirror. "Maybe it's because I've been unable to stop wearing them since I've been with you."

"Sorry."

"Don't ever be sorry for loving me," Kurt says as he turns and wraps his arms around him.

"Yeah...your fault for being so damn lovable."

"Hey... You okay?" Kurt asks as he lifts his chin gently.

"I just...want you to be happy with tonight's plans," he says nervously.

"Do the plans involve you?"

"Of course."

"Then I will be."

Blaine throws open the door to the music room and flips the light as the loud cry of "Surprise!" goes up, followed by a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday in true Glee club style. Kurt struggles to take in all the smiling faces, but he sees enough to know that every one of his friends is there- even Mr. Schue. Wes, Sebastian, Nick and Jeff line the back wall and Santana makes her way over to him and hugs him tight.

"What the...?" he starts.

"You like?" she asks, gesturing to all the decorations. "I couldn't come to the mall with you because I was helping Blaine and Wes set all this up. Actually, it was because I can't stand Berry for longer than five minutes, but this seemed like the perfect excuse."

"But...how did they all get in?" he asks, turning to a smiling Blaine.

"Wes has a key," he says with a shrug. "That's maybe why I kept you in the shower longer than strictly necessary," he whispers in his ear.

"Really? And I thought you just wanted to make sure certain parts of me were really clean," he teases- then gets deafened by Rachel's shriek of indignation.

"Kurt! Really. Wasn't this morning enough?"

"Never enough where my boyfriend is concerned," he says smugly as she blushes. "You got beer?" he asks Blaine as Puck and Finn immediately head to the table.

"Uh...yeah." Blaine shrugs, embarrassed. "I don't...I didn't know what to do. I'm not altogether comfortable with it, but I'm your boyfriend, not your dad so..."

"Thank you. Not just for the beer," he adds hurriedly. "But for doing all this. Convincing them all to come."

"I didn't have to convince anyone," Blaine says as he holds his hand people are all here because they want to celebrate your birthday with you- even my friends. You are liked, Kurt. You are loved."

He kisses him then, deeply and passionately in front of everyone. Kurt ignores the catcalls in favor of winding his arms around his boyfriend's neck and kissing him back with just as much emotion until they break, breathless, with their pupils dark and wide with longing.

"Let's get this party started," Blaine whispers. "Cause I'm looking forward to bedtime already."

"Truth or dare!" an over exuberant Brittany calls loudly the second Will and Emma have politely said their goodbyes.

"Really?" Sebastian snarks. "What are we, sixteen?"

"Um...most of them here are seventeen, but close enough," Wes says with a friendly pat on his shoulder. "It may not be your thing, but it's Kurt's party- and he looks pretty happy to be playing." He nods across the room where Kurt is hurriedly gathering everyone together. Blaine stands with Wes, watching. Kurt's cheeks are flushed adorably after two beers, and he's perhaps more giggly than usual but other than that nobody seems too bad. He silently congratulates himself for buying just the right amount of alcohol and hiding the rest of his liquor in the trunk of his car- having already caught Puck trying to find it.

"This is gonna be mortifying," Blaine moans as he settles behind Kurt who happily leans back to rest against his chest.

"It'll be fun," he answers excitedly. "Just don't choose a dare."

The first few rounds are pretty tame, everyone rolls their eyes when Finn happily dares Rachel to kiss Quinn, then looks like all his christmases have come at once when she obliges. Brittany answers a vulgar question from Puck which leaves the entire room knowing more about her and Santana than they ever wanted, and then it is Kurt's turn.

"Truth," he says with a nod.

"What's the filthiest thing you and lover boy have done?" Santana asks with a smirk.

Kurt blushes, hard and swallows repeatedly before answering. "I..uh..I don't want to answer that," he says quietly.

"Okay. Move on," Wes calls, trying to save him any further pain.

"Hold up!" Quinn calls to him. "If Kurt won't answer then he has to take a dare."

"I have one," Sebastian says eagerly. "Kurt. I dare you to kiss..."

"No." Blaine's answer comes loud and clear as he pulls Kurt back against him protectively.

"I wasn't going to say me!"

"Doesn't matter," he snarls. "Kurt doesn't kiss anyone else. Only me. Now move on."

"Thank you," Kurt whispers and Blaine relaxes as he feels the tension leave Kurt's body.

"Blaine," Tina says with a smile. "What's the furthest you and Sebastian have ever gone?"

"Ew. Some credit please," Blaine says, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "I've kissed him three times. Once when we were playing spin the bottle at school, on my twenty first and on his- when we were both incredibly drunk. That's all. No further."

"Sebastian?" Rachel looks to him as he nods.

"He's telling the truth. It's not for want of trying on my part, I can tell you."

"Why were you playing spin the bottle?" Quinn asks in confusion. "Didn't you go to an all boy's school?"

All the school friends look anywhere, everywhere- except at the line of questioning faces- and Blaine pushes a laughing Kurt into the crook of his neck as he tries to explain. "We were just..."

"I guess that explains why you're all such good friends," Santana remarks. "I never had you down for that, Wesley."

"I only kissed Blaine!" he cries indignantly as everyone else falls into laughter.

The party breaks up not long after, and Blaine takes a weary Kurt in his arms as the front door finally closes. "It's late. Let's go to bed, I'll clear all this in the morning when I've taken you to school."

"No, let's do it now," Kurt says as he tries to stifle a yawn. "Then we don't have to worry. It's not too bad anyway."

"Really Kurt..."

"Blaine. Don't argue with me. We're not leaving it until tomorrow."

An hour later and Blaine has just taken out the last of the trash. Stepping back in the kitchen he looks around to see Kurt has disappeared, and his phone immediately alerts him to a new text.

O...On the piano.

He runs, tearing his shirt over his head as he bursts into the music room, now pristine again after the party.

"Fucking hell."

"I couldn't stop thinking about this," Kurt says as he lowers his phone with a grin and picks up the bottle of lube instead. "When we were playing truth and dare, all I could really think about was what it would feel like to be taken by you on the piano." Completely naked and sitting on the smooth piano top, Kurt unashamedly leans back and opens his legs wide- and Blaine struggles to breathe when he notices Kurt has stretched himself already.

"When did you...I can't believe...fuck...When did you do that?" he asks in amazement.

"On and off all evening," he answers lightly. I've been sneaking out to the bathroom and stretching myself that little bit more each time- imaging it's you and your fingers doing it instead."

"Holy shit."

"Cause you like that, don't you Blaine?"

"Yeah," he breathes- incapable of answering any further.

"Because I'm yours."

"Oh fuck. You're so hot," he murmurs as he runs a hand over the front of his pants.

"Take the rest of your clothes off, Blaine." Kurt commands softly, swallowing down the nerves that make his palms slick and his heart pound. "Then climb up here and fuck me. Take me. Show me that I'm yours and nobody else's."

Blaine is naked by the end of Kurt's sentence and doesn't hesitate in climbing atop the piano where Kurt has draped himself elegantly. Taking the lube, he quickly runs his hand over himself before pushing swiftly inside, moaning louder than Kurt has ever heard as he buries himself deep inside.

"Fuuuuck," he growls as he clutches Kurt tightly, nails digging sharply into his shoulders. "So good."

"All yours," Kurt murmurs in response as he kisses from Blaine's shoulder up to his neck before finally finding his lips.

"Mine," Blaine says simply, kissing him hard and dirty as he drives into Kurt at an unrelenting pace. The room is silent apart from their labored breathing and the sound of skin on skin. Blaine holds Kurt so tightly that the friction from their bodies is enough and he moans wantonly beneath him.

"More...need...more. Harder."

Pulling out, Blaine jumps to the floor and pulls Kurt with him, spinning him around so he rests his arms on the piano lid. Kicking the stool out the way, Blaine holds Kurt's hips tightly as he bends him over and fucks into him hard, repeatedly, as Kurt works his own hand over his hard cock.

"Blaine I can't...I'm...oh fuck!" He comes hard, vision turning blurred as his orgasm rips through him. Blaine carries on, too far gone to stop, coming with an almighty yell as he slams harder than ever into Kurt, who holds the edges of the piano for support. He drapes himself over his back for a moment before pulling out and falling to the floor, encouraging Kurt into his lap where he kisses him softly.

"We have defiled my piano," Blaine smiles against his mouth. "Or rather, you have."

Looking up, Kurt gasps as he sees the splashes of white dripping slowly down the lid. "Oh my god Blaine! I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it," he says easily. "I'll just think of you everytime I play. Holy shit Kurt. That was incredible. Are you okay? I was pretty rough."

"It was amazing," Kurt agrees as he twirls his soft curls in his fingers. "And I'm fine. I just might be limping for a few days."

Blaine laughs softly into his skin. "I think you need to help this old man to bed," he says quietly. "And let me curl up in your arms all night."

"I couldn't stop you if I tried," Kurt says, standing and pulling Blaine to his feet. "Thank you Blaine, for the best birthday ever."

He smiles softly, running his hand over Kurt's cheek and looking deep into his eyes.

"Anything for you."