AN: I'm sorry it took me so long to get this up! Everything has been a little crazy. But it's finally here! Big THANK YOU to my wonderful beta, Christine who edited this while I was sleeping! :) and to you, my lovely readers for sticking with me!
Breakfast Saturday morning was only awkward because Santana spent most of the time eying them knowingly and making comments that, thankfully, went over Kadie's head. Kadie had no idea that the clothes Blaine had on were the same ones he'd worn the night before. After Santana left, Saturday continued just as it would if the nature of Kurt and Blaine's relationship hadn't changed. Kurt had promised Kadie they would make oatmeal raisin cookies, and he couldn't help the smile on his face when Blaine agreed to stay— in his clothes from the day before—and help.
And the first thing Kurt did Monday morning was promote to Santana to assistant manager.
"You're right," Kurt told her while standing in front of the desk in his office, "I need a little help around here."
"All it took was a power outage," Santana responded from her chair, "And for you to get laid."
"Har har," Kurt said going to take his seat behind his desk.
Maybe Santana was right, but an extra day or two off each week would give him more time with his father and Kadie; and with Blaine.
"So did you tell Kay you were banging her teacher?"
"In detail, actually," Kurt joked before his voice went serious "We talked to her about Blaine and I being together now, yes."
"And?"
"Before Blaine left Saturday we sat her down and told her that Blaine is my boyfriend now—and then I had to explain that—and then she just said okay. I don't know what I should have expected, but I think it went pretty well."
"I assume he's coming to Thanksgiving now?"
"I invited his brother and sister-in-law too."
"When's the wedding?"
"I was thinking next week, are you free?" Kurt retorted, "We've been together—really together—for two days, Santana. We're just going to see where this goes and if there are wedding bells in my future, you'll be the first to know."
"Good," Santana said standing, "Now when do we tell everyone I'm in charge around here?"
"I'm sorry, do I know you?"
Blaine had just walked in the door after work when his brother called out from the kitchen.
"I mean," Cooper continued, "I have this brother who lives here, but I've barely seen him this last week because he either comes in late, or he has sleepovers with his boyfriend."
The redness in Blaine's cheeks had little to do with the near freezing temperatures outside. He and Kurt had been together for a little over a week and, yes, he spent a lot of time at Kurt's house. He'd either head over there as soon as his classroom was straightened up or he'd take Kadie home and they'd meet Kurt at his house.
"I never see you anymore, Blaine," Cooper said with a tiny of melancholy in his voice. He used to not see Cooper for months on end, now just a few days seemed to feel like months.
"I know and I'm sorry," Blaine said, "But I'm home tonight, and we'll be together most of Thanksgiving weekend."
"Will we see you for your birthday?"
"Yes, course" Blaine said excitedly, he'd just finalized the plans for his thirtieth birthday, "I'm going over to Kurt's Friday night for dinner with him and Kadie and then Saturday is Karaoke night."
"That sounds like fun, Squirt."
"Are you mad?" Blaine asked, "That I spend so much time with Kurt."
"No. No. The complete opposite actually."
"Good. I'm glad, Coop. Because I really-really, like him," God, he sounded like a teenager, "and I feel like we've got a lot of time to make up for."
"I'm happy you're happy, Blaine. That's what you came to Lima for right, to be happy? I'm glad you've found someone who could give you that happiness."
"Cooper, if you say happy one more time…"
"What can I say, Squirt? Seeing you get everything…it just makes me happy!"
Thanksgiving had always been one of Kurt's favorite holidays. There were no presents involved, but he got to spend all day cooking and all evening with his family, and by the time he got into bed at the end of the day, he was both sated in his belly and in his heart. The last few years had been hard, but this year when he woke up in his bed, he looked up at the ceiling and smiled. He was alone—Blaine had gone home the night before to spend some time with Cooper—but his heart was light and he was ready to conquer the world. Or at least Thanksgiving dinner.
The turkey was in the oven and Kurt was showered, dressed, and dancing around the kitchen, humming along with the radio when Kadie made her first appearance of the day. She stood in the doorway, the sleep still in her blue eyes that looked electric in the morning sun , her cinnamon colored hair messy from sleep—but she was still the most beautiful girl Kurt had ever seen.
"Happy Thanksgiving, sweetie," Kurt exclaimed going over and scooping his daughter up into his arms, spinning her around the room.
"Daddy!"
Kurt stopped spinning but kept Kadie in his arms, pretty sure she'd be too big for him to hold like that. Kurt wanted to stop time.
"Grandpa's coming over for breakfast soon; we need to get you out of your PJs."
Kadie shook her head vehemently.
"No?! Didn't you tell Auntie Tana you'd wear the outfit she bought you today?"
Kadie nodded, "Yes."
"Then I think you should go upstairs, brush your teeth and get dressed. Then bring down your brush and we'll do something with that crazy hair of yours."
Kadie smiled, "Okay, daddy!" Kurt's heart melted.
Kurt kissed his daughter on the cheek and set her back on her feet. The moment they touched the ground she was running out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
Ten minutes later, Kadie came bustling back into the kitchen, dressed in a blue and brown plaid dress, complete with a black bow tied at her waist and black leggings. In her right hand was her hairbrush and a black headband. She looked stunning, even with her hair still a mess. Kurt checked the turkey and turned the burners to low, then sat down at the kitchen table, gesturing for Kadie to join him. Kurt took the hairbrush and headband from his daughter, and then patted his thigh, smiling when Kadie climbed into his lap so Kurt could brush out her bedhead.
"Daddy?" Kadie asked after a moment while Kurt softly dragged the brush through her hair.
"Yeah, baby."
"Is Dad coming to Thanksgiving?"
Kurt winced at the inquiry, his eyes widening, the blood draining from his face. He hadn't been expecting that question, but he should have. It had been so long since she'd asked about Daniel, that he wasn't sure she would again, at least he hoped she wouldn't. He'd never avoid the subject if she asked, like she was now, but there was only so much that she would understand now. Kurt took a deep breath and forced a smile that Kadie couldn't even see and continued running the brush through his daughter's hair.
"No, sweetie, he's not."
"Okay," she responded. Her voice small as if she was trying to keep it from wavering.
"But Blaine's coming over, and his brother, and you remember Nurse Anderson, don't you?"
She nodded.
Kurt put the brush down on the table, and then turned Kadie around so that she was looking at him. The happy girl who'd run into the kitchen a few moments before was gone, Kadie's face now drawn, her lips pouting, but Kurt was relieved to find that there were no tears in her eyes. He pulled her in and held her close.
"I love you, Kadie," Kurt whispered into her hair. Because after everything, Kurt needed Kadie to always know that he loved her. That he would never leave her, not in a million years. That his love was the one truth she could be certain of for her entire life.
"I love you too, daddy."
There was a knock at the door and a second later it opened and the sound of work boots in the foyer pulled Kurt and Kadie from their moment.
"Where is everybody?"
When Burt appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, Kadie ran to him, squealing as she was scooped into her grandpa's arms. Kurt's father took one look at his son, and in that silent way they'd communicated since Kurt was little, asked him if he was alright. Kurt shrugged, letting out a breath, and willing the tension that had been building in his muscles to let go. With a silent declaration that he would not let Daniel's absence ruin this day for him or anyone he cared about, he found it easier to breathe. And the excitement that had been pulsing through his veins when he woke up returned.
It was Santana who had greeted Blaine, Cooper and Allison at the door of Kurt's house just before three o'clock that afternoon. She wore a big smile that didn't seem forced, and her eyes danced. Not that she usually looked particularly sad, but there was always this hardness to Santana whenever Blaine was around her. But Santana was even more beautiful when she wore her happiness proudly. And as Blaine stepped into the house and took of his coat, it was obvious why today was special. The first thing he noticed was that the smell coming from the kitchen was divine, the mixture of all the parts of their feast coming together, making his mouth water before he could even get into the living room.
The couch was full of a few employees from Hummel's, and sitting in the chair Kurt had told him was his dad's favorite spot was Burt Hummel himself, the football game on the television with Kadie on his lap. He was pointing out something to her when Kadie spotted Blaine and immediately leaped in his direction shouting, "Mr. Anderson!" before wrapping her arms around his waist. Blaine's heart warmed. When he introduced Kadie to Cooper and Allison, Kadie shied behind Blaine. And that warmed him to his very core. Blaine greeted some of the guys he recognized from Hummel's who were watching the game along with Burt.
"Where's your daddy?" Blaine said bending over to look Kadie in the eye.
"In the kitchen," Kadie told him.
"He's going to yell at you if you go in there," Santana said.
"No, he's not," Blaine said scooping Kadie up into his arms and heading towards the kitchen.
With Kadie settled on his hip he moved quietly into the kitchen and put his finger to his lips to signal for Kadie to remain silent. He could hear the radio on low, Kurt humming along as he moved the pots and pans around. Blaine stood at the threshold and watched him in those few moments before Kurt noticed he was no longer alone, smiling at the focus in Kurt's eyes. He wanted this to be special for everyone and he wouldn't be satisfied unless he got what he wanted. It was only a moment before Kurt looked up and saw them leaning against the doorframe, his face breaking into a smile
"See," Blaine told Kadie, "I told your Auntie that he wouldn't yell at me."
"I'm not going to yell," Kurt said walking over to them and planting a soft, quick kiss against his lips and then a kiss to Kadie's cheek, "but you have exactly wo minutes before I kick you out."
"It smells amazing in here."
"Thank you. Everyone was hovering so no one is allowed in here until it's time to eat," Kurt said, "I should go say hello to your brother and sister-in-law."
"They can wait," Blaine said, "Are you sure I can't help you with something?"
"You can help me by going into the other room and watching football with my dad," Kurt said, "No more distractions."
Blaine put Kadie down on the floor, "Kadie, why don't you go back into the living room and we'll meet you there in a few minutes. I have to talk to your daddy."
Kadie looked slightly disappointed she couldn't hangout anymore but hurried away.
"What are you—"Kurt started, but his words faded away as Blaine pressed his lips on to Kurt's. It was longer than the kiss Kurt had given him before, more desperate, but still as soft.
"You play dirty, Mr. Anderson," Kurt said, shooting Blaine a flirtatious smile that promised time for themselves later, "Too bad your two minutes are up. Now let's go so I don't look like a bad host and so you can get out of my kitchen!"
"How are you doing, Blaine?" Burt asked the moment Blaine sat down in the loveseat next to the chair Burt was sitting in. Kurt had just disappeared back into the kitchen and didn't allow Blaine to follow despite his insistence that there would be no further distractions.
"Good, Mr. Hummel. How are you?"
"I'm just fine. And I believe I asked you to call me Burt."
"Right, of course."
"How's school going?"
"Good," Blaine answered, "It's been a good year."
"And Kadie? She's doing good too?"
Blaine turned his head and looked over to where Kadie was sitting at the table talking to Cooper and Allison who were positively engrossed by the littlest Hummel as she told them a story that involved big hand gestures. Blaine loved those stories.
"She's doing great. She's very smart."
"Just like her daddy," Burt said, "speaking of her daddy. What happened there?"
"I'm sorry?"
"I mean—and I'm not saying I don't support you and Kurt being together, as long as you make each other happy," Burt said, "But the last time I saw you, Blaine, you seemed pretty adamant that you and Kurt were just friends. So what changed?"
Blaine remembered that day in the nurse's office, a very sick Kadie asleep against his shoulder. It seemed like so long ago, another world maybe. Back then he was trying so hard to keep his feelings for Kurt at bay; to be his friend and nothing more. They'd come a long way since then, but at the core, nothing about the way he felt had changed.
"Nothing," Blaine told him, "Nothing really changed. We finally hit a point when we couldn't keep lying to ourselves and to each other. The feelings had always been there, we just weren't allowing ourselves to feel them."
"So you were just being stupid? Both of you?"
"Definitely," Blaine said with a laugh, "And everyone thought so but us.
Burt chuckled.
"And I get it now," Blaine said.
Burt eyed him curiously.
"That day that Kadie was sick," Blaine clarified, "You said that maybe the reasons Kurt and I had been denying ourselves were the reason we should together. It didn't make sense at the time, but it makes sense now."
And it did. Back then two wounded hearts and a five year old had been the things that kept them apart. They were afraid of getting hurt but what neither of them seemed to realize was that they were each the salve for their burns, the thing that would heal the other. And Kadie did nothing but warm his heart. She was just as spectacular as her father.
"I really care about them; both of them," Blaine added.
"I know, kid," Burt said leaning back in his chair, "Now, tell me you're not a Giants fan and everything will be alright."
"Dad," Kurt said appearing with the turkey in his hands, "Can you please let Blaine eat before you try to scare him away?"
After spending Friday morning shopping with Cooper, and the afternoon hanging out with Sam, Blaine was blissfully happy to go out to Kurt's for his birthday dinner. His birthday wasn't until Saturday, but Kurt had wanted to do something special, and Kadie insisted she be a part of it as well. And Blaine would take any excuse to spend time with either of them: Kurt, the man who gave him so much happiness, and his daughter who he was growing fonder of every day. And even if every night was like tonight—dinner, a movie, and everyone cuddled together on the couch, keeping each other warm while the air outside was cold—Blaine wouldn't have a single complaint. Kurt and his daughter had turned his world on its head, and for the first time in his life, he welcomed it.
He rang the doorbell and was greeted by a bright eyed girl with her brown hair in pigtails and a beaming smile on her face.
"Mr. Anderson!" she shouted grabbing onto Blaine's hand, "You have to see what Daddy did!"
Laughing, Blaine followed her—pausing only to take his shoes and coat off at the door—as she dragged him through the house and towards the kitchen. Inside he found Kurt at the stove, stirring a pot of noodles, the smells coming from the oven making his stomach growl and his mouth water.
"You're here!" Kurt said excitedly.
Still holding onto Kadie's hand, Blaine walked over and kissed his boyfriend on the cheek.
"Dinner will be ready soon," Kurt told him.
"It smells amazing, but you didn't have to do all of this. You did so much cooking yesterday."
Kurt waved him off like it was nothing. But it wasn't. For Blaine it was a really big something. He couldn't remember the last time anyone—Cooper and Allison excluded—had cooked for him. All the romantic dinners he'd had in his life were the ones he'd made for other people. And he fell for Kurt Hummel just a little bit harder for doing this. For him.
"Daddy! Can I give Mr. Anderson his presents now?" Kadie asked bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Presents are for after cake," Kurt told her as he took the noodles from the stove and dumped them into the colander.
"Then let's eat!" Kadie whined, gaining amused laughter from both her father and Blaine.
Dinner was amazing. Kurt had made one of his favorites, Chicken Parmesan, from scratch and it was positively to die for.
"Did you have fun with your brother this morning?" Kurt asked Blaine while he was cutting the chicken on Kadie's plate.
"Yeah," Blaine said after finishing a bite of chicken, "I think this might be the first Christmas Cooper actually gives Allison something she's going to like."
When the dinner plates were cleared off—which Kurt refused to let Blaine help with—Kadie jumped excitedly back into her chair while Kurt disappeared back into the kitchen. Kadie kicked her feet in excitement. A moment later, Kurt returned, his hands full with a chocolate frosted cake that Kurt had made himself. Blaine thought he was going to cry. There were three candles flickering on the top of the cake as he set it in the middle of the kitchen table.
"You have to turn the lights off!" Kadie exclaimed and rushed to the flip the switch until the only light came from the three candles, one for each decade of his life that danced on the cake.
The moment was perfect. Tomorrow he'd turn thirty, but he was already looking forward to the next decade of his life, and he hoped that he could be able to share every moment with the people in the room with him then. They would make those years the best of his entire life.
"Make a wish," Kurt whispered into his ear after he and Kadie sang Happy Birthday.
He reached down and took hold of Kurt's hand, then leaned over and blew out the candles. The smoke was softly rising into the air was Kadie turned the lights back on.
"What did you wish for?" Kadie asked.
"If I tell you," Blaine said teasingly, "It won't come true."
Kadie pouted.
"Is it time for presents yet?" she asked again.
Kurt sighed, "Fine. Go get them."
With an excited squeal, Kadie disappeared from the room.
"She wanted to bring them to your house earlier and give them to you there," Kurt said, "You'd think she was the one getting presents."
"I love how excited she is," Blaine said, "Thank you for this. It was amazing."
"Just wait until you see what I have planned for your actual birthday?" Kurt teased.
"No. Kurt, you don't need to do anything else. This has already been more than enough."
They bantered playfully back and forth, Blaine insistent that he didn't need another thing from Kurt—except maybe a kiss, which Kurt gave him without a moment's hesitation—and Kurt insisting that he wanted to spoil Blaine, therefore he would. They'd hardly noticed when Kadie came back into the kitchen, two gifts that had clearly been wrapped with Kadie's own hands. "Daddy! Mr. Anderson!"
Kadie had no patience for their budding love.
Blaine took the gifts from her and carefully peeled the paper away. He laughed when he spotted the pink bow of Hello Kitty. He moved to the next package, a lot bulkier and when he peeled away the paper to reveal a 64 pack of crayons.
"So you can color with me," Kadie said, the proud smile on her face creating a warmth within both Kurt and Blaine.
Blaine got up and moved to give Kadie a hug, kissing her forehead, "Thank you, Kadie. I love it."
A little while later, the credits began to roll on the movie the boys and Kadie had huddled together on the couch to watch. Kadie yawned as she rubbed tiredly at her eyes.
"Alright, missy, bedtime," Kurt said standing up and reaching out for his daughter's hand. She took it and followed Kurt a few steps before stopping and looking back at Blaine.
"Mr. Anderson," she said, "Would you read to me tonight?"
Stunned, Blaine looked from Kadie to Kurt, who only shrugged.
I'd love to," Blaine said standing up and reaching for the outstretched hand of the little girl in front of him that was slowly nuzzling her way into his heart.
When they arrived at Kadie's bedroom, the five year old let go of their hands and ran over to the bookshelf.
"PJs and teeth first, little lady."
"Right," Kadie said putting the book she'd chosen on the bed and hurrying over to her dresser, grabbing her pajamas out of the drawer and then hurrying out of the room. She returned five minutes later in bright blue pajamas and hopped immediately in her bed. She had so much energy for someone who was nearly asleep fifteen minutes before. Blaine remembered one of the reasons he envied kids.
"Here, Mr. Anderson," she said patting the space on the bed to her right, "You can sit here."
Blaine followed his orders and took the book that Kadie was offering. He knew this book; he had it in his classroom. It was the favorite of all of his students.
"Ready?" Blaine asked.
"No," Kadie said with a huff slapping the spot to her left, "Daddy, come on!"
Kurt pulled himself away from his thoughts, the ones that had been pleasantly buzzing in his head as he watched his daughter and his boyfriend cuddle together on her bed, ready to read a bedtime story. His mind flickered to the past for only a moment, and then fluttered to the future, and then he smiled.
But he chose to focus on the present and sat beside Kadie as Blaine opened the door and began reading.
One dark, dark night in Burrow Down,
a rabbit named Eliza Brown
found a book and settled down…
It was two more books before Kadie finally felt the tug of sleep again and let herself be tucked beneath the covers. She got two kisses on the forehead and then Kurt turned out the light and followed Blaine out into the hallway, softly closing the door behind him. It was only another second before he was grabbing onto Blaine's shoulder, pushing him into the wall opposite and then kissing him hard on the mouth. It was desperate, like Kurt would explode if he couldn't feel Blaine against his lips, and feel him close to his body.
"What was that for?"
"I just—seeing you with her like that. It just made me really want to kiss you."
"Then please, by all means," Blaine said capturing Kurt's lips with his own. This was what heaven felt like.
"Do you have to go home tonight?"
"No, I don't have to," Blaine said kissing along Kurt's jaw, "Although, I did promise Cooper he could make me breakfast."
In response, Kurt kissed along Blaine's jaw line, nibbling on the skin just beneath his chin.
"I suppose he could make me lunch instead."
Blaine always thought he'd hate turning thirty. He had it in his head, especially a few months ago when the entire world seemed to be out to get him, that he would find himself broke, alone, and completely unhappy. But he woke up on his thirtieth birthday wrapped around a man who stole a little more of his heart every day. And that night he celebrated at Hummel's surrounded by the people who he couldn't imagine his life without, and some really terrible karaoke. Life at thirty somehow managed to be better than it ever was.
Because it was karaoke night, Hummel's was packed. There was a woman singing a not terrible rendition of Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?, while Sam, Cooper, and Andrew, Marley's boyfriend, were talking about the football game coming up and Marley and Allison were discussing a Black Friday sale that was still exciting even after they'd made their purchases. Blaine just took in the moment while he sipped his drink.
"Oh, no. You look bored."
The voice came at the same time a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. He knew from the sound of the melodic voice that it was Kurt and the soft kiss just beneath his ear was all Kurt. Blaine turned his head and kissed his boyfriend's cheek.
"That's because someone promised me that he wasn't going to work tonight and then disappeared into the back on me," Blaine said entwining their fingers with Kurt's where they lay against his chest.
"It wasn't work related, I promise," Kurt said. Keeping their fingers locked together, Kurt pulled away and took the seat next to Blaine, scooting it closer so that they legs were touching, "But you're having fun? There isn't something else you wanted to do on your birthday?"
Blaine lifted Kurt's hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss against his boyfriend's knuckles, "I'm having a great time. I'd have an even better time if you stopped disappearing to check on what's going on in the back."
"I promise," Kurt said leaning forward and gripping on tighter to Blaine's hand, "That I am all yours for the rest of the evening."
"Good," Blaine said leaning in him and placing a kiss on Kurt's lips.
Yep. Thirty was good.
"Hey, Blaine."
Blaine hesitantly pulled his attention away from Kurt at the sound of his name. When he looked up, Claudia was standing there a beer in one hand, the other on her hip.
"Claudia," Blaine said, "Hi."
"I heard that it's your birthday," she said sweetly, "Happy Birthday!"
"Thank you," Blaine replied.
The truth was, ever since Blaine ditched Claudia's Friday Night Drinks in exchange for hanging out with Kurt, Santana, Puck and Sam, Claudia hadn't been very friendly towards him at work. It wasn't so much that she was rude, but she didn't try to engage in conversation with Blaine and treated him like a stranger. So much for the 'let me know if you need anything' song she'd been singing the day they'd met. Blaine had no idea why she was approaching him now.
"We were actually thinking about getting out of here," Claudia said, still not acknowledging Kurt's presence, "all the bad singing is becoming a little too much. You're welcome to join us if you'd like."
Blaine was almost certain that Kurt was biting his tongue so hard that he'd drawn blood, "Uh, no. I'm good right here."
"Your loss. I'll see you around," she said turning away calling out, "Hi, Kurt," when she was just far away enough so that Kurt could hear here, but not reply.
"I hate her," Kurt said, "I really do. Tell me she doesn't do anything like that to Kadie? Because then I'll have her head."
"I don't even think they see each other," Blaine said, "But let's bring out focus back to the task at hand. Celebrating my birthday and listening to the really bad singing."
"Are you singing tonight?"
"I'm sitting out of this one tonight," Blaine said, "Are you?"
"Blaine, I haven't sung in public in years," Kurt told him.
"But you sing beautifully."
"What would I even sing?"
"I don't know, anything," Blaine said, "You could sing the alphabet and it would be the greatest song I've ever heard."
Kurt laughed, "How many drinks have you had?"
"Not nearly as many as you think," Blaine leaned in close and whispered in Kurt's ear, "Will you sing? For me?"
Kurt kissed his boyfriend soundly and then flashed a playful smile, "We'll see."
"I'll be right back," Kurt said getting up and heading toward the back, ignoring Blaine's protests.
He eyed Sam across the table who only shrugged in response. The girl on the stage finished her version of Piece of My Heart and then Santana took the mic from her.
"Listen up," Santana said, "Tonight is a very special night because tonight we are celebrating Blaine Anderson's journey into old age. Despite his height, our Blaine is now thirty, truly an adult—though he hangs out with five year olds for a living. And though he's only been in Lima for a few months, but we've grown to love his stupid ass. So in honor of you turning the big 3-0, we' made you a little something."
He looked at Sam again, confused, but Sam only pointed to something behind Blaine. Blaine turned to look and standing there accompanied by his very beautiful boyfriend, was the biggest birthday cake Blaine had ever seen. From a distance Blaine could see the light blue frosting, but as Kurt came closer he saw that the entire cake was frosted the color of the sky and on top someone had made a shirt and a little red bowtie. And on the pocket it read Happy Birthday Mr. Anderson, and Blaine's jaw dropped. It was not only the biggest cake he'd ever seen, it was the most beautiful cake. There were three candles burning brightly. So that was where Kurt kept disappearing off to.
The whole bar was watching them as Kurt sat the cake down in front of Blaine and then a moment later started singing. Half a second later the entire bar joined in. He was blown away. No, there was no way that Blaine could possibly be miserable on his thirtieth birthday.
Making a wish, Blaine blew out the candles and then pulled Kurt in for a kiss. The group around him catcalled, the rest of the bar cheered, and Blaine Anderson had never been happier.
"Happy Birthday, Blainers!" Santana said, "Trouty, you're up!"
Sam patted Blaine on the back and headed towards the stage where his guitar was waiting where the opening chords of In the Midnight Hour made Blaine smile. It was one of his favorite songs.
Cooper and Marley also contributed to the string of songs dedicated specifically to Blaine.
"Ok, ok," Santana said, "Now, you're in for a treat because this hasn't happened in an eternity. Please welcome, our very own Kurt Hummel to the stage."
Kurt kissed Blaine on the cheek and then left a stunned Blaine, eyes wide, jaw dropped, sitting in his chair.
"This one is for the birthday boy," Kurt said into the mic, a smile on his face. Blaine's heart was swelling in his chest as the first notes were played and then Kurt began to sing.
Strangers in the night
Two lonely people, we were strangers in the night
Up to the moment when we said our first hello little did we know
Love was just a glance away, a warm embracing dance away
Blaine was, dare he say it, in love with this man who seemed on a personal mission to make Blaine the happiest person in the world. He only hoped that he could give enough of that back to Kurt.
Kurt finished and the entire bar was on their feet cheering. Kurt took a bow and left the stage. Everyone but Blaine took their seat but Blaine who was looking at him with amber eyes that burned with fondness, joy, and so, so much love.
"You're not coming home with us are you?" Cooper asked.
"Nope!" Blaine exclaimed and taking the few steps that were between him and Kurt and laid the biggest, wettest, most awesome kiss on Kurt's lips.
The entire bar erupted in cheers once more.
AN: In case you were wondering: The book Blaine was reading is called The Snatchabook and if you have children you should go buy a copy and read it to them. Or buy it for yourself. It's adorable. The song that Kurt sang is Strangers in the Night by Frank Sinatra which I heard and started shouting about (on Twitter) when I realized how fitting it is.
Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I've already gotten a head start on Chapter 11 and will get to that to you as soon as I can!
Have a great night!