Author's Note: Holy shit! A quick update? Why yes, your eyes do not deceive you. And this chapter is going to be fun, after all, it's Kurt's birthday and whether he likes it or not, Blaine's a bit of a romantic/show-off/lovebug.

This chapter has been written in Kurt's point-of-view, mostly because I need a break from Blaine and his insane brain and because Kurt's thought-process has been how I've been thinking for the past while.

I'd really like to thank all of you who read this and are sticking with it and praise me. It really makes my day and indulges me to write more. I appreciate all the kind words and support and couldn't wish for anything more.

Please enjoy.

Kurt

I woke up in the soft, large bed. Had I been any more tired I would have thought that I was back home in Ohio, smelling a sweet breakfast that Carole would have made. My father would be laughing and slowly making his way up the stairs to wake me up, seeing as how alarm clocks when unnoticed when I was deep asleep. I would have smiled upon seeing him, skipping my morning ritual to join him and my step-mother in the kitchen for a delightful breakfast. We'd make plans for the days, or at least discuss the one that we've made without each other.

But I wasn't in Ohio.

I opened my eyes and noticed that the window curtains were fully open, the blazing sun surrounding me in warmth. I wasn't positive as to who opened them, but most likely Blaine.

My mind and heart was doing overtime at the thought of Blaine. Never in my life had I met such an unusual, awkward person before. Sure there had been Finn, my large, clueless and clumsy step-brother. Even Puck was odd, what with his need to hump and be as cool as he thought people wanted him to be. Blaine was without a doubt the strangest person to come into my life, and that's saying a lot.

Though, he was sweet and clearly he did things on a whim, never using that strange brain of his. Some of the things he did made me angry, but there was something wrong about being pissed off at him. He was obviously trying to make this situation as comfortable as it was willing to go, but at the end of the day we were just two people trying to get what we wanted.

I sat up in the hotel bed, only realizing now that it was my birthday. I was twenty now, and I felt anything but it. In fact, I felt more like a fifteen year old than anything. Here I was, compulsively going to Las Vegas for sex and money. It was like some bad movie that was better off as a porno rather than a block-buster. I felt disgusted with my self, but in the back of my head I regretted that. Mostly because of Blaine, the man who'd promised me things, who'd cared for me even when I wanted him to leave me alone. How was it possible that two strangers could become this concerned for each other?

There was a knock on my doors and I smiled to myself.

"Stop that," I said quietly to myself as I got off the bed and calmly opened the doors. To my surprise it wasn't Blaine on the other side, it was Mercedes.

"Happy birthday!" she greeted, throwing her arms at the side as she waited for me to jump into them and hug her, which I did.

"What in the world are you doing here?" I asked, the smile on my face making it hard to speak.

"Your boy sent me here," she stated, pulling away and fixing her hair that I accidentally ruffled up.

I looked into Blaine's room, finding myself anything but surprised that he wasn't there, or anywhere in the hotel room for that matter.

"Where's Blaine?" I asked her, a smile still on my face.

"Doing something romantic, probably. That boy is crazy about you."

I rolled my eyes. Please, I said to her mentally. What me and Blaine have going is anything but romantic.

"So, confess. What's going on? What are we supposed to do? I need to know," I spat off to her, a bit breathless from the excitement.

She smirked at me. "First, you need to go get your ass in the shower and get ready. Wear something nice."

"Nice like what? Prom nice? Wedding nice?"

Her smirk grew into a full on grin. "Sexy nice. If Blaine's doing something for you, you sure as hell better make it worth it. I've seen how that boy looks at you. Right now it's adoration, we need to make it so that boy's jaw drops every time he sees you."

I rolled my eyes. "Please, Mercedes. I'm always making jaws drop."

She laughed and pushed me towards the bathroom. "Go get dolled up. We've got a to-do list to complete before this night ends."

-:-

Before me and Mercedes left the hotel I got onto Blaine's laptop and checked my email and Facebook. Spammed with happy birthday messages from co-workers and friends, not to mention family, I quickly thanked them all and apologized for not having a party they could all get trashed at (not really, I just said I was out of town and wouldn't be able to be back in time for a celebration, but the point was moot).

Puck had clogged up my email with links and stories to tell, and mostly questions as to where I was and why I hadn't been fired for missing work for two days. I constantly repeated myself in telling him that I had taken a week off for personal things, but he knew me too well to take that for an answer. The only thing I worried about was him running off to my dad, trying to get information out of him that he was also not-clued on, which would cause a lot of drama when I returned.

"Ready?" Mercedes asked as she put on a coat of lip gloss. I sighed and said yes, logging out of all my accounts and shutting the laptop before I followed her out, making sure I had my key card before it shut. Once sure that I had everything I needed, we headed out and down the hotel restaurant where we planned to get breakfast before we went shopping.

As we waited to be seated I spotted the familiar blonde from yesterday. He must've noticed me too because he walked over, a huge grin on his face.

"It's Kurt, right?" he asked. Mercedes eyed him like he was going to kidnap me.

I nodded. "And you're Sam."

"Sam I am," he agreed with a soft chuckle. I smiled back and Mercedes grabbed my arm.

"Our table's ready," she said in a low voice, almost as if it were a warning.

"Uh, if you don't mind do you think we could talk for a second?" he asked, looking rather concerned suddenly. I patted Mercedes arm.

"Go on, I'll be there in a sec."

I faced Sam after she walked away.

"So, I know it's none of my business and all, but are you and Blaine together?"

"Yes," I lied.

He nodded and seemed to believe me. "That's good. I'm happy to know he's with someone again."

"How long have you known him?" I was curious. Blaine and I had yet a chance to really dig deep into our pasts, which was actually a good thing seeing as how this wasn't a permanent thing.

"Since we were kids. Believe it or not he was my first boyfriend. My first everything, actually." He seemed just as shocked as I was.

"Oh, so you know him pretty well then."

He nodded. "Probably more than I'd like to."

I wanted to learn more, but it wasn't my business and from Blaine's unpleased attitude to Sam yesterday probably meant that he didn't want me to know.

"He's rather awkward, isn't he?" I threw out there.

Sam shook his head. "Not really. In my opinion he needs to let loose a little more."

Are you kidding? If this guy was told that he couldn't bungee jump because there wasn't a cord he'd probably jump anyway.

It was obvious that Sam new a different Blaine than I did, and I deeply wondered what had happened to make Blaine change into the person who he was now.

"Well, I guess I'll let you return to your friend," Sam said, gesturing to the tables full of chatty guests. I smiled and said goodbye, heading back to Mercedes who was scrutinizing me like I'd just set up a bomb.

"Who was that?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Someone Blaine knows."

"What'd he want?"

"Just to talk."

"About what?"

"What is this, an interrogation? Relax, Mercedes, it's nothing to get all momma-bear about," I said to her, setting my napkin on my lap as we waited for the waiter to make his way to our table.

"I'm just looking out for you, boo," she replied.

"Speaking of boos, where is yours?"

She rolled her eyes and flapped a hand in the air. "Off doing something. He found out I had plans so he made his own."

"Ah, well I take it then there's no surprise party being set up at the room?"

Mercedes glared but grinned. "Now if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"

"So there is a surprise party. I'll do my best to act it. How is this?"

I gave her a handful of surprised expressions to choose from and in the end we both took turns seeing who could pull off the better expressions. I favored for me, but she claimed I was biased and asked our waiter to pick a winner. He chose me after I announced it was my birthday.

In the middle of breakfast she got a text and smiled widely, and then tried to hide it when I noticed.

"Would you like to share with the class?" I asked her, laughing a bit.

She glared. "Nope. Just something sweet from Anthony. You don't want to hear about our sex-capades."

I shivered. "My innocent ears."

She snorted. "Please. The only thing that's innocent at this table is the fruit. Maybe." She put her napkin on the table, covering her cellphone. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to to the bathroom. Don't disappear on me. I will cut you."

"I like how my body is, thank you very much."

She walked away and I lunged for the cellphone, heading to her texts. Sure enough there was one from Blaine and I quickly read it.

I lost a shoe. - B

"That was uneventful," I muttered to myself. I quickly put her cellphone back and felt my brows knit. Why in the world would Blaine and Mercedes be texting about that? Especially on my birthday? It might have been selfish of me, but weren't these two planning something huge? Was I mistaken?

Mercedes came back and took in my expression.

"You went through my phone, didn't you?"

I nodded and before she could scold me a river of questions came out of my mouth. "Why is Blaine losing shoes? Is it his shoe? What is he doing that has shoes involved? Where is he? Why isn't he having breakfast with us? What's going on? What are you guys up to? Did Blaine find the shoe? Why-"

Mercedes threw a palm up and glared. "Calm your ass down, Hummel. Breathe. It's your birthday, stop stressin' and enjoy it with me. Hell, I never see you anymore."

"I know, and I'm sorry. It's just... It's my birthday and we're in Vegas and shouldn't it be "Kurt Day" or something?" I asked, moping into my hand.

"Honestly, this is your present. And I know it ain't much but Blaine noticed how much you missed me and he figured that a day of just us would be a great present. And he's buying you a birthday present and apparently he took his shoes off to try some on and lost a sneaker or something," she said as she read a recent text.

I sighed and slumped into my seat.

"What? Am I not good enough for your birthday?" Mercedes didn't look hurt, but I couldn't tell if she was joking or not.

"You're wonderful. I just expected more."

"Cheer up. You've got an entire day of celebrating. Breakfast was just mandatory; you know how you get if you don't get healthy food in you before you go out."

We finished breakfast and headed out of the hotel and made our way to the strip. Mercedes linked her arm with mine and forced me to smile as we flounced about, making our way into shops and sights.

"I didn't want to sound rude or anything, but I'm sort of dying here," she began while looking at some shirts, eyeing me every now and again. "What are you wearing?"

I glanced down and sort of shook my head. "I freaked. You said nice. And then sexy. And I didn't have anything sexy except for you know, the stuff I'd wear at work. And then I couldn't figure out what genre of nice would be acceptable and I thought of nice for every other guy on this planet who wasn't me or even close to being me and I ended up with dress-shirt-and-new-jeans nice. I hate it. It's too..." I searched for a word.

"Normal," she suggested. I nodded and grimaced. Normal? Me? This was really starting to turn out to be a pathetic birthday that met anything but my expectations.

"It's nice, though. If anyone back at Lima saw you there jaws would definitely drop, so you're halfway there."

I scrunched my nose. "Not sexy, though, right?"

She shrugged. "I don't know what Blaine thinks is sexy. But yeah, it's pretty sexy."

No, it's not. Blaine wouldn't even consider this sexy. Not enough skin is showing and I'm not pretending to be what the costume says I am. I'm not sexy because I'm not a stripper right now. And Blaine will probably think that there's no way he can be seen with me outside the hotel anymore and he'll just screw me and leave. Like a whore.

God, I'm such a whore.

"Holy shit, Kurt! Are you having a heart attack or something?" Mercedes put a hand on my cheek and ran it across my forehead.

"Panic attack," I muttered at some point. An employee and her pulled me to a chair and sat me down. I recall water being put in my hand but I couldn't drink it because I was shaking too much.

I was really losing it, wasn't I? I shouldn't be caring what Blaine thought of me. Hell, I didn't even want Blaine to think of me as anything more. But I didn't want him to think anything less, either. This was just supposed to be a job. Nothing more. It's not like we'd both walk away from this changed people or anything. Or together. Or in love.

We were just two strangers. That was it.

God, I needed to get a hold of myself. I was thinking too much about this. It's my birthday. I shouldn't be acting like this.

"Should I call Blaine?" Mercedes asked. I shook my head.

"I'm fine."

I stood up and drank some of the water, feeling myself calm down as I put the negative thoughts behind me.

"I was here yesterday with Blaine, and I saw something that made me think of you. Come on, I'll show you."

We continued on like that until lunchtime, Mercedes constantly worried I'd freak out on her while she was in the dressing rooms. I kept a smile on my face and threw myself into finding her a killer outfit. It distracted me enough to keep me from freaking out.

They were happening a lot since my arrival to Las Vegas, the panic attacks. I'd get them back home, too, but mostly when I did a really bad job at the club or when I'd spill something on my designer clothes, which probably forced me to work harder at stripping so I could buy more clothes to replace the ones that I'd ruin. And ever since Blaine showed up that day and offered all that money I'd been a wreck. I couldn't not take the money, especially when I needed it. But didn't I have more class than that?

Actually being here made it worse. I had actually agreed to sleep for money. I was lower than I ever had been before and I was so disappointed in myself.

The worst part was that I could stop this. Blaine would understand. Hell, he'd probably make sure I got first class back to Ohio. And that was another issue. Had I been doing this with anyone other than Blaine I'd be back in Ohio. But it was Blaine and he was so awkward and adorable and nice and for a horny gay man he didn't push me, but that was probably because of the terms I had set up.

In any other circumstance I'd have hoped that Blaine and I could get involved with a relationship rather than a strangers/friends-with-benefits sort of thing. I was glad that he was nice and all, but it was like this: if I felt horrible for doing this, he must've felt a million times worse.

But maybe I didn't know him enough to make that accusation, after all, Sam had said Blaine wasn't always this way. I was thinking too much about this. Blaine and I had only one more night. Tonight. Tomorrow we will probably head back to Ohio. Whatever it was that Blaine and I were doing was coming to a close.

Am I horrible for thinking that I'd hope something more would come out of this? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I couldn't have a relationship that started like this. I simply wouldn't.

Who am I kidding? Of course I would. But that's only because I was just as desperate to be with someone as Blaine was for sex.

"Excuse me, are you Kurt Hummel?" someone asked. I looked over at the pants rack next to mine. An older man with a white beard squinted at me through his glasses. I felt a soft grin grow and I nodded.

"Yes, I am."

He smiled at me and stuck his hand in his pocket, handing me a folded piece of paper. He walked away after that, grabbing an older woman with him and left the shop. I quickly opened the white sheet and read what was on it.

Someone's going to ask you a question.
Say yes.

I laughed, mostly because I was frightened. Mercedes returned from a dressing room and looked at me, smiling cautiously.

"What's so funny?"

I handed her the note and she read it over and over.

"Where'd you get this?" she asked.

"An old man gave it to me. He knew who I was. Mercedes, if you and Blaine have some tricks up your sleeve you better start to let me in on it. I'm starting to get worried."

She frowned. "There are no tricks. I promise. I'm just as puzzled as you are."

"Text Blaine. Ask him if he did this."

I felt even more worried when she pulled out her cellphone and texted him. It only confirmed my worries and the fact that neither of them had planned this.

"He replied. He says that he didn't do it. He also says that we should probably also get to a public place just in case."

"In case of what?" I asked in hysterics. Mercedes shook her head.

"No clue. Let me pay and we'll go out for lunch."

I bit my lip and looked at everyone as if they were the devil, avoiding eyes that would meet mine. I gripped onto Mercedes and let her lead me to whatever restaurant was the most busiest. Obviously she wasn't as worried as I was. She stopped at a cart that displayed jewelry and chatted with the lady.

I waited a few feet away from her, ringing my hands and glancing at the crowd around me. No one seemed to notice me and they moved around me when I blocked their way. A couple and three little kids stopped behind me. The mother was drowning in bags; totes, shopping bags, even a diaper bag and a purse. The husband tried to keep the three little blonde girls from throwing fits while trying to help relieve the mother of her baggage-burdens.

One of the little girls, who seemed to be the oldest, tugged on her mother's shirt and begged for a toy they must've baught. The mother told her to wait and she began to search for whatever it was the little girl wanted. The littlest, who was probably almost four, started to cry after the father accidentally bumped into her as he took some bags. He then began to comfort her as the mother finally got the toy. The third one must've felt left out because she started to whimper and got into the bags that were on the ground.

Both the parents told her to stop but they were busy juggling everything. The man's eyes met mine and he gave me a desperate plea.

"Would you like some help?" I asked, walking over to them.

"That'd be very sweet of you. We're trying to make it back to our car but we got caught up in the crowd and our kids..." the mother said softly.

I nodded and smiled at them.

"Do you think you could hold Sohpie so I can get the rest of the bags?" He bounced the littlest one in his hands, showing me who he was talking about.

"Of course." I reached out to the girl and she easily climbed into my arms, wrapping her little legs around my chest and resting her head on my shoulder. Her curls scratched my cheek.

"She's a bit tired from all the walking and the heat," the mother said. I nodded in understanding and rubbed my hand on the little girl's back.

Suddenly the music that had been playing stopped but the crowd continued on. The family set their bags down and tried to figure out who'd carry what. I jumped when the music turned back on, louder than it had been.

Instantly the family broke out into dance, the two little girls joining and perfectly executing the dance moves their parents were doing. Sophie pulled up and looked at them, nearly as curious as I was. A group of frat-boys joined in a few moments later, and then even more people joined in.

A flash mob broke out, people running out of stores and leaving their tables and food to dance along. Mercedes appeared then, conquering and taking lead of anyone. I saw a boy and a girl do back flips near the sides and a circle grew in around me, putting me and Sophie in the middle. She wiggled her way down and gripped onto my hand, jumping up and down as everyone danced around us.

I literally went in circles as I watched the flash mob continue from all angles, finding myself stopping short when I spotted a familiar face bobbing through the crowd.

Blaine kept up with the dance moves and he made his way closer to me, a goofy smile on his face as he cut past Mercedes and another girl. His eyes locked on mine and jumped onto an empty cart, making himself the tallest person here.

The music started to die down and the crowd came to a closing number. They all made a pose when the music died and Blaine held a black microphone to his mouth.

"Happy birthday to you," he started to sing. The crowd joined in as they stood normally. "Happy birthday to you."

Sophie sang along, her hand still in mine as she jumped about.

"Happy birthday, dear Kurt." Blaine pointed behind me and I looked over my shoulder. Three people pushed a large cake towards me. It was tall and white and covered in colorful dots. "Happy birthday to you."

The crowd all hooted and clapped and a showgirl popped out of the cake. It was silly and I was expecting it, but I jumped and laughed. It rained confetti then and I heard Blaine's voice.

"Happy birthday, Kurt. I know that birthday's aren't always great for you, so I thought that'd I'd make this one unforgettable." Oh, it was. "Sophie? Did you find my shoe yet?"

I looked down at Sophie and then at Blaine. He was staring at me, a large smile on his face. Sophie let go of my hand and sank into the crowd, returned a minute later with what I suspected as Blaine's shoe. She handed it to me with a white smile.

I grabbed it, thanking her. I tried to keep the confused look off my face but I couldn't help it. I heard Blaine's laugh echo around me.

"Look in the shoe, Kurt," he ordered. I looked down and saw white. I pulled out two tickets that read "Phantom: The Las Vegas Spectacular". I looked up at Blaine, eyes wide, and the crowd laugh.

"Wait until you find my other shoe," he chuckled. There was applause and I saw people high five and hug each other through the corner of my eyes, but they were naturally stuck on Blaine, who got off the cart and thanked people. He caught me staring at him and he winked.

I was in love with Blaine Anderson.

Ending Note: This chapter went rather smoothly for me. At first I was stuck but as soon as I got into it I couldn't stop. What did you think of Kurt taking over for this chapter? His birthday isn't over yet so he could stick around for a bit, or would we like to see what Blaine has planned now that most of the surprises are done? Plus Blaine really didn't get a chance to be romantic in this chapter, what with the flash mob and all.

Thoughts?