A/N- Next update will be Monday. Have a lovely weekend :)

Blaine wakes feeling tired and cranky on his birthday. His arm has been giving him pain all night, whether from over use as a result of playing the piano almost constantly this past week, or adjusting to the lack of support from the cast he doesn't know. But he does know that he really wants to get these next few days out of the way.

Kurt is driving him to the airport this evening, then he has to navigate New York by himself and find his hotel, before reporting to the Julliard campus at ten the next morning for his audition. He's dreading it. Kurt has talked him down many times over the last few days. When Blaine's been screwing sheet music up in frustration and yelling, he has stayed the calm voice of reason, telling Blaine that yes, he can do this. He's still not happy though. He has to present three pieces, one secular, one classical and one composition. He's decided on 'You Raise Me up,' feeling that it showcases his vocal talents as well as his piano skills, and a segment from Rachmaninov's 3rd- a challenge but definitely his favorite piece of music. His composition, however, he's still undecided upon.

Hauling himself from his bed, he stomps downstairs in search of food and is surprised to find Kurt sitting in his kitchen.

"Oh!" he exclaims. Maria ruffles his hair as she walks past.

"Happy Birthday!" Kurt and Maria say together, Kurt coming over to loop his arms around his neck and kiss him lightly.

"So now there's only nine years between us." he smiles.

"Yeah, but you're still old." Blaine jokes. "I didn't know you were coming."

"I thought it would be nice for you two to spend some time together before school." Maria states as she flips eggs in a pan.

"Well we won't have much time later." Blaine says as he sits at the table.

"I'm giving you a ride to the airport." Kurt points out.

"Oh wow."

"Hey, it's not Kurt's fault your audition fell the next day. I told you, we'll celebrate on the weekend." Maria chastises as she sets two plates in front of the boys. "Cooper is flying home."

"He is?" Blaine asks, bad mood forgotten. "That's awesome. Kurt, you can meet my brother. He's uh...unique. But you'll love him."

"I'm sure I will." Kurt answers between mouthfuls.

"Presents time." Maria announces, disappearing and returning a few minutes later with a stack of packages. Blaine unwraps it all, thanking her for the clothes, sheet music, books and dvds before she hands him an envelope.

"What's this?" Blaine asks, surprised. "You've done enough."

"Just open it."

His eyes go large when he sees the check. "You can't...I can't take this..."

"You can, and you will. Living in New York is expensive. This will cover your rent for a while at least."

"But I..."

"Listen. When you get there, you want to be concentrating on settling into college, not worrying about having to get a job to support yourself."

Blaine glances at Kurt, who gives a small nod. "Mom...there's something I should tell you. Kurt and I...we're both moving to New York. Together."

Maria sits for a moment. "I can't say I'm surprised." she says after a while, and smiles although her eyes are filled with tears. "I'm happy for you, I really am. I'll just miss you both. A lot." she sniffs, and Blaine quickly embraces her.

"We'll miss you too mom, but you can come and visit as often as you like."

"Yeah, and my dad and Carole will still be around." Kurt points out.

"I know. I'm just astounded at how quickly Blaine has grown, that's all. He's become a man right in front of my eyes, and I didn't even notice. And now it's all college talk and moving in with you and...oh I don't know." Maria smiles through her tears and kisses Blaine's hand where it's wrapped around her. "I'd better go to work. I won't see you later, so best of luck my darling." she hugs Blaine fiercely. "I love you. I'll see you when you get back. Call me tomorrow as soon as you're done, okay?"

"Okay. I won't know anything though."

"I don't care. Call me anyway. Stay safe. 'Bye Kurt."

"Bye" Kurt calls, already pulling Blaine to him and connecting their lips.

"Soooooo, you told me no sex until my birthday." Blaine teases, hoisting Kurt onto the counter with ease. "And it's now my birthday so..."

"So no." Kurt says, pulling Blaine between his legs. "We'll be late for school."

"Don't care."

"I do!" he laughs as Blaine pretends to pout. "I swear, we've had this conversation a hundred times before. Now go take a shower while I clean up here."

"Or...I put all this in the dishwasher and then we take a shower together." Blaine persists.

"I've already had one. Now go."

They end up arriving ten minutes late for school, Kurt having waited patiently downstairs eventually decided to go and see what was taking Blaine so long, and found him stark naked on his bed, watching their tape from Christmas. Although he huffed a bit at first, Kurt ended up laughing before he realized the time and frantically told him to get dressed.

Blaine skids into his History class, just managing to sit before the teacher arrives.

"Why are you late?" Santana asks him, and Blaine swears he's never seen her looking so happy. "What, or rather, who were you doing?"

"Behave." Blaine blushes, but grins right back.

"Glee practice at lunch."

"What? But I have plans." Blaine protests, but it's no use.

"Too bad. It's regionals soon, Berry wants this figured and I do too. Choir room at twelve."

Blaine sinks low in his seat and sulks, sending off a quick text to Kurt when his teacher's back is turned.

Lunchtime sex is out, Santana wants a practise.

? I wasn't aware we were having a lunchtime hook up.

You promised me sex on my birthday.

NOT in the janitors closet. Patience.

Easy for you to say, you're not sitting there trying to hide a massive boner under the desk.

Aren't I?

Oh fuck.

Blaine manages the rest of his morning classes, still horny as hell and pissed off about spending his lunch break in the choir room. He pushes open the door to loud cheers and shouts of Happy Birthday, and his heart swells when he sees Kurt standing there, a knowing smile on his face.

"Happy Birthday hobbit." Santana says, kissing his cheek and leading him into the room. "We just wanted to let you know that we love you, and we're so glad you're okay. So Lady Lips baked you a cake."

"Santana, the average height of a hobbit is three feet and six inches. Blaine is five eight. Get over it." Kurt retorts, finally fed up of hearing that ridiculous nickname.

"And Kurt's lips are not ladylike." Blaine adds, then realizes what he's said when everyone turns to stare at him.

"Well you'd know." Puck murmurs in his ear, so quietly that Blaine feels sure he's misheard.

"What I mean is...um...enough with the nicknames. We know you're badass and extremely lovable with it," he continues, ignoring Rachel's snort. "You don't need to prove anything to anyone. And thank you, for arranging this." he hugs her tightly, realizing with a lump in his throat that he will really miss these guys when they all go their separate ways. But then his eyes find Kurt, and as always, everything falls into place.

By the time Kurt pulls up to the airport, Blaine is so tightly wound up from holding all his emotions inside that he feels he may scream. Kurt had followed him home after school, Blaine feeling sure they would be taking full advantage of the house being empty, but no. Kurt had loaded his bags into the trunk and then promptly driven them both to Burt and Carole's where they were joined by Finn and Rachel for more cake and gifts. Kurt had given Blaine a beautiful Bulova watch, which was now securely fastened around his wrist, but the alone time he had promised...it didn't happen. And now here he was about to board a flight to a strange city, to attend the most important audition he would ever have, and his boyfriend was pulling away from him again.

"I'll get your bag." Kurt says politely, the atmosphere tense. "And I still have one more gift to give you. Go inside- I'll park quickly."

Blaine doesn't say anything, not sure if he will cry, yell or both if he opens his mouth. He paces impatiently, waiting for Kurt's return. On his sixth turn, he sees him. Standing in the terminal doorway, holding a small suitcase.

"Well Birthday boy, shall we board?" he says, offering his arm to a shocked Blaine.

"What's going on?"

"I told you I had another gift...well it's me."

"Huh?"

"You didn't think I'd let you go to New York on your own did you? Some young, eligible guy might sweep you off your feet, and that would never do."

"Serious?"

"Deadly. We fly back on Friday, meaning we have four nights, alone, in a New York hotel room. Four days too, but it's more the night time activities I was thinking of."

"Does my mom..."

"You know that day you so rudely interrupted us at my apartment? I invited her over to talk about it. I asked if it would be okay and she said yes."

"But what about work?"

"Well there I possibly have been a bit...erm..."

"Naughty?" Blaine offers with a smirk.

"Yes. My dad is going to call in sick for me. And Rachel is sworn to secrecy. I shamelessly promised her the solo at regionals."

"You're one badass teacher."

"I'm out of there in a few months. I love the New Directions, but other than that I won't miss it at all. And right now all I'm concerned with is taking my beautiful boyfriend away for his birthday and Valentine's treat and..." he lowers his voice to a whisper, his breath hot against Blaine's ear "fucking him senseless."

Blaine moans, earning him a strange look from the check in clerk and they board the plane, laughing and Blaine thinking to himself how perfect this trip will be.

"So do I get to meet your friends?" he asks Kurt once they are seated.

"I'd really like that, but only if you want to. They're quite...loud. And forthright."

"I want to. And they can't be that bad."

"I wouldn't be too sure." Kurt says with a laugh.

"So anyway, in a minute, when the seatbelt sign goes off, I'll go to the bathroom. Give me a couple of minutes then you follow."

"No Blaine. Just no. No, no, no, no, no."

"Why not?"

"It's a short flight."

"We could go twice."

"No! Just wait."

"But I've been waiting. For ages." Blaine whines.

"So a few more hours won't hurt. We can go right to bed when we get there."

"Who said anything about bed? I'm gonna fuck you against the wall." he says darkly, and Kurt gulps and keeps his eyes front as he feels his pants becoming tight.

"Holy shit." he gasps, as Blaine's hand begins to caress the inside of his thigh, inching ever closer to the straining bulge he is desperately trying to hide under his jacket.

"Oh God," Kurt moans and lets his head thump against the headrest when Blaine's fingers graze over his cock, and then suddenly they're gone. "What're you...?"

"I'm stopping." Blaine says smugly.

"What? Why? Why would you do that to me?" Kurt hisses, trying to pull Blaine's hand back into his lap.

"It's only a short flight." he retorts, suddenly prim. "Besides which, you'll start yelling."

"I do not yell!"

"You do. Everytime. Or maybe not yell, more...scream." he winks at Kurt, squeezes his cock briefly then feigns interest in the vogue magazine covering his own erection for the rest of the flight.

They land and head to baggage claim, Blaine overwhelmed with all the hustle and bustle and Kurt practically bouncing with excitement at his side. His enthusiasm is catching, and Blaine feels a small thrill when Kurt takes his hand and pulls him along eagerly.

"You know the absolute best thing about being here?" he asks Blaine as they walk through the airport.

"What?"

"I can do this in public as often as I choose." he grins, and pulls Blaine into a deep, passionate kiss.

Blaine stands shocked for a moment before regaining control of himself and grinning broadly. "Yes, more of that please."

"Oh you'll get more, trust me. I'm not letting go of you the entire time we're here." he hails a cab quickly and ushers Blaine inside. "The Sheraton, Times Square please." then attaches his lips to Blaine's once more.

Blaine is in awe of Manhattan and Kurt is ecstatic watching his face light up as the infamous skyline comes into view. They remain wrapped in each others arms, but halt their kissing so Blaine can take in the sights around him.

"It's so huge Kurt! How do you ever get to know your way around?"

"You'll get to know it quicker than you think."

"It's so loud too, just busy busy everywhere."

"Yup. That's why I love it. This is home to me."

"It's gonna be our home soon." Blaine says excitedly.

"Can't wait."

Blaine is like a cat on a hot tin roof while Kurt checks them in, both ridiculously excited at Kurt being able to say he's made a reservation for himself and his partner, all the while holding Blaine's hand proudly. The kisses start as soon as the elevator doors close, and continue all the way along the corridor, until they reach their room.

"Here we are." Kurt announces, flicking the lights on as they step inside. "We should be able to see Times Square from the window if we...Oh!" he exclaims as Blaine pushes him roughly against the wall.

"I don't wanna see Times Square. I want to see you. Clothes off. Now."