Wow, I was not expecting that! Thank you guys so much. I had hit 100 views before even 24 hours had passed and I cannot tell you how amazing it felt to watch my views climb from 20 to 50 in a matter of hours!

I have decided to name all of my chapters after dongs sung in Glee or lyrics in them. A lot of them do not relate to the Kurt/Blaine pairing, but just seem to fit. If you see a future chapter without a title, that probably means that I couldn't find anything, so please review or PM me with ideas.

A further note in that same vein - I'd love to hear from you guys and so I was rather disappointed to receive only one signed review for my first chapter, in comparison to the 120 who read it. Even if you hated it, please tell me! Even if you only want to say "waffles" or "table" or WHATEVER, I'd just love to put names to those anomynous readers.

Am-y, you've been brilliant. I said I'd mention you! You cheer me up when I'm feeling down and make me laugh when all seems dark. You're the perfect friend when all isn't well, but light up the room when all is. You're a fantastic writer and an amazing friend. And I've never had so many hugs in one day :)

Anyway, I shall stop rabbiting now - enjoy, and review!

Story so far...

Blaine comes home from shopping to find Kurt crying in the bedroom. His face is covered in spots which he has picked. Blaine comforts a very upset Kurt.

-*T&C*-

"You feeling better now?"

A devious smile spread across Kurt's face. "Much better, thank you."

"Well, get dressed and I'm cooking you dinner. And then we're going out, so make sure you look beautiful." Blaine leant over Kurt and gave him a quick peck on the end of his nose, escaping the room before Kurt had time to say, "Hey! Don't I always?"

With Blaine working in the kitchen, Kurt lay back in bed. His previously bloodied face was lit up with one of his famous smiles. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, reliving the previous hour. His breathing not yet steady, air rushed out of his lungs in intervals. He could have lain there for hours, until Blaine's voice called out from the kitchen, "erm, you do know we'll be leaving here in two hours, don't you?"

Kurt's eyes bulged. He sat up and threw the covers off of him, leaping out of the bed and into the ensuite in the same move. He yanked the door to the shower open and let it snap shut behind him. He fiddled with the temperature dial before pressing a button and hot water rushed down his body. With his face up, Kurt saw the droplets speed down and they bounced off his skin. He ran his fingers back through his hair, bringing them back behind his ears to ensure that the water got to every lock. Some water dropped off his hair and trickled down his back, following the exact same line that Blaine had kissed earlier. Kurt shivered, smiled, and turned the water pressure down to apply shampoo.

Blaine reached for the plates with the gold scalloped edges and put them in the plate warmer. He remembered his mum always saying that hot meals should be served on plates with 'the chill taken off them'. He smiled at this anecdote from his childhood, and turned back to the counter to remove the homemade ice cream from the freezer and stir in the dough. The remaining dough he flattened and put on a baking sheet and into the oven. With the dessert complete, he returned to preparing the main.

As Kurt stepped out of the shower, he grabbed his towel off of the rack and knocked some bottles off the bathroom counter. He winced, but luckily none of them were breakable. He wrapped the towel around his lower half before bending down and sorting out what had fallen. He picked up the moisturiser first, and that went straight in the bin with a satisfying thud. Next, he picked up his concealer and, with a quick glance in the mirror as he put it back next to the sink, he noted to himself that he would need to use it before going out later. The final thing on the floor was Blaine's. As Kurt picked it up to inspect it, a mischievous glint appeared in his eye and he pushed his lips out to form a sly smile. Not tonight, he thought, as he walked back to the bedroom and slipped the pot away in the top drawer of his bedside table. Not tonight.

While Kurt slowly selected what to wear, Blaine did the final touches on the dishes. He put the starter on the table, wiped his hands on the dishcloth that was hanging on the oven door, and turned around to survey his work. He smiled, knowing that Kurt would be happy with his efforts. As he glanced down to see what he was wearing, he grinned. They were the clothes that he'd been wearing all day that he'd had to throw back on hurriedly before leaving Kurt in the bedroom and starting the cooking. Kurt would go mad if he went out in these. He made a mental note to shower and change before leaving and called Kurt, prompting him to hurry up and get his ass in the kitchen to eat. Moments later, he appeared, putting an elegant hand on the doorframe and tilting his head. "How do I look?" His voice had an unusually deep, reverberating, Tracy Chapman sound to it that sent tingles down Blaine's neck and spine.

"A-amazing," stuttered Blaine like a foolish schoolgirl. Kurt made his way over to Blaine and knotted his hands together behind his boyfriend's neck.

"Good." Kurt leant forwards and kissed Blaine; a kiss that lasted for several minutes. Eventually, Kurt broke away and unlinked his hands, standing as if to say 'well, how was it?'

Blaine brought his left hand behind his head in an awkward move. "Ahem, well, dinner's going cold." He took his right hand out to gesture at the table where the food lay, waiting to be eaten. He was inexplicably nervous.

Five minutes later, Kurt had finished his starter and was ready for the next course. Blaine was sat opposite him with half his plate full, but feeling unable to eat it due to the butterflies in his stomach. He took the plates to the sink ready to wash later, opened the fridge and pulled out the champagne that he had stashed on the wine rack earlier that day. He got two crystal glasses and filled one for Kurt, passing it to him before he poured one for himself and put it on the table. He got the chicken breasts out of the oven and served them with the vegetables that he had been steaming, then set one plate in front of Kurt and put the other in his own place. He sat, lifted the champagne glass and said "a toast is in order, I do believe?" Kurt flushed.

"A toast to the amazing, brilliant, cute, darling, elegant, frightfully gorgeous, hot, inspiring, jovial Kurt. Or, as I like to call you, my boyfriend." He leaned over the table to receive a short kiss that ended up lasting nearly a minute. Their food going cold beneath them, Blaine broke away and started to eat with unfamiliar butterflies in his stomach. Kurt looked down at his plate and squealed "ooh, breast. I don't get that very often!"

Blaine choked and a horrified Kurt brought his palm to his mouth, eyes wide. Tears streamed down his cheeks for the second time that day, only this time with laughter. Blaine finally swallowed his mouthful and started laughing; the table rocked with the weight of both boys leaning on it and laughing into it. The awkwardness had gone and Blaine, with tears in his eyes, looked into those opposite him. "Oh, Kurt. Happy Birthday!"

This chapter was originally going to have twice as many events in, but it would have been about three times the length! So, I cut it here. The next chapter will start from about ten minutes on (yes, this one afternoon - evening will last about five chapters!)

A shoutout to one of my best friends: I-might-BE-slightly-INSANE. She's got a Harry Potter story going at the minute which she has put on hold, so if everyone goes and pesters her, that would be great :) I'm finding it really hard to not write your name but I guess rules are rules :/ So, I thought I'd do a quick shoutout to tell everyone how amazing you are. Oh, and do you know our prom table name? Or IThinkILeftMyCoatOutside? Oh, and today I-might-BE-slightly-INSANE has sent me the start of her new story. So prod her and she might get it up soon :)

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!

I never feel like I do enough for charities. Sure, all my old stuff goes to Cancer Research and I am always in the charity shops in my town. But I want to just go up to collection pots and put money in. So, for every review I get for this story, I will donate 10p to a charity. If you have a favourite, please let me know in your review and I'll see what I can do. Let's see how much we can donate, eh?

So, once again, thank you for reading. If you got this far, you can write "purple monkeys" in your review so that I know you read to the bitter end. Our secret, okay? ;)