Eighteen Candles
Kurt eyed the classic vanilla cake before him. Eighteen lit candles stuck out on top. He knew they had to be planning something; he wasn't asked how to temper eggs because his Dad was curious to know, but he wasn't expecting this. His birthdays always involved only his dad and himself, but here Blaine and him were, alone.
"Make a wish, Kurt." Blaine whispered, his caramel colored eyes reflecting in the dim cake light.
Hey Monday began singing in his mind and he smiled, remembering the moment, every moment, leading up to now.
"But it's already come true." Kurt replied.
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