Hey guys! Ohmygod I haven't updated this story in nearly two months! I am so sorry it's taken me so long to update this, but I'm glad to say that now I have written this chapter I have a good idea of how the next few chapters are going to go. So have you all been? I've missed uploading and writing and everything that comes along with it so much, and I am very glad to be back!

Now I don't know when the next chapter of this story will be up, but I'm hoping to write chapter ten of True Colours by the end of the week. I'm actually at school right now, cheekily uploading this on my friend's iPad. We have a whole day off timetable, so I shall most likely spend the majority of my day writing notes and such about my two stories. Who knows, I may even write a Drabble or a one shot if I find the time (of course I'll find the time, it's more finding the effort with me).

Now onto the chapter; I know this was meant to be a chapter all about Kurt's ex-boyfriends, land I am still writing that chapter but its incredibly long and after so much time away from my writing I really wanted to get back to the story. I'm hoping to upload the long chapter of flashbacks at some point, but for now there will just be references to the previous men in Kurt's life. I hope you guys don't mind and that you will just go with me on this one.

Also, so I know Rachel's birthday is meant to be the 18th December, but just roll with me on this one. I'm not giving a specific date here, but I'm going to say that her birthday is maybe March/April time (Kurt's birthday is staying in May, and I didn't want the two events too close together). Cool? Cool. This is Rachel's Party Part A :) Enjoy xxxx


Blaine awoke to a pair of strong arms around his waist, a hand over his with the fingers entwined. Breathing in deeply, he could smell Kurt's cologne despite the fact that he was facing away from his boyfriend, and a small smile crept onto his lips. Keeping his eyes shut, he pulled Kurt's arm tighter around him, like a child does a blanket, before snuggling into the pillow that he was sleeping on. The scent that greeted him was a combination of his and Kurt's colognes due to the fact that they both preferred Kurt's bed over Blaine's, meaning that they normally slept in Kurt's room. A few nights had passed since their first 'date night', when Blaine had taken Kurt to see the Phantom of the Opera, and neither of them had tried to take anything too far since then. There were still the lazy kisses in the morning before Kurt went to work and the stolen midnight snuggles when Blaine returned from the theatre, but their still-conflicting schedules meant that they didn't have time for much else. It was on the weekends, however, that they were able to spend a considerable amount of time together.

Today was a Saturday, which meant that Kurt didn't have to go to work at all and Blaine normally wouldn't be needed until twelve. Turning over in his boyfriend's arms, Blaine allowed himself to gaze over Kurt's sleeping face before placing a gentle peck to the corner of his mouth. Kurt turned his head slightly towards the contact as Blaine trailed kisses along his cheekbone, lips gently caressing his features in what was Blaine's way of rousing his boyfriend from sleep. Kurt cracked one eye open and immediately his smile grew at the sight before him; Blaine, with his tousled curls and a slight hint of stubble along his jawline, gazing down at him with warm, loving, hazel eyes and a dopey morning-smile on his lips.

"Morning," Kurt blinked a few times, trying to resist the sudden urge to yawn and failing. He turned his face away from Blaine and hid behind his hands, playfully batting Blaine's away when they tried to creep around his waist again.

"Aww, did I wake you up too early, sweetie?" Blaine teased as he nuzzled his face into Kurt's neck, cuddling up next to him with an arm across his chest. Kurt grunted in agreement, making Blaine laugh and his breath tickled the sensitive skin below Kurt's ear, and glanced over at the bedside table. 09:18, it read. Good, that's another 3 hours until we have to leave for Rachel's… Kurt thought to himself, his eyes slowly slipping shut in contented serenity as a hand crept up to tangle itself in Blaine's curls, the other holding onto the arm across his chest.

"I could just lie here forever," Blaine mumbled, his voice already heavy again with sleep, followed by a relaxed sigh. Kurt's eyes had gently opened at the sound of Blaine's voice, and once the word 'forever' had passed his boyfriend's lips his minds whirred into action, flashing images at him of what could be if the dream became reality.

A house in the suburbs… A flash of- what was that? An engagement ring?... The distant sound of wedding bells… Bright eyes accompanied by the musical tinkling of a child laughing…

"Me too," He finally replied, even though Blaine's breathing had levelled out a while ago. Even so, the words meant just as much to him when spoken into the silence of his room than if they had fallen upon the ears of who they were intended for.


"…You make me
Feel like I'm living' a
Teenage Dream,
The way you turn me on…"

Kurt had to repress a growl as he was awoken by the alarm on Blaine's phone. He had only agreed to it because Blaine had the most adorable pleading face, but now he was starting to deeply regret it. It wasn't the song choice – Katy Perry was one of his favourite artists, and he still owned all of his copies of her CDs from his teenage years, as well as the more recent ones – it was just the sheer volume of it.

"...I can't sleep-"

"You're telling me," he grumbled, grabbing Blaine's phone and switching off the alarm. He let the phone drop back down onto the table, but in his just-woken state his aim was slightly out, causing the phone to clatter over the edge and onto the carpeted floor below. "Oh, for God's sake..."

Rolling over to reach down the side of the bed, Kurt ended up lying across Blaine's stomach as he let out a frustrated groan. Blaine's phone had disappeared under the bed but looking for it properly would mean getting out from under the warmth of the covers, and so Kurt resorted to fumbling around blindly as he tried to keep his balance.

"Well, this is definitely the best way to wake up." Kurt squeaked in surprise at the sound of the voice next to him and nearly fell head-first onto the rug. He put his hand out to brace his fall, using the other to grip onto the bed sheets, but his hand barely brushed the floor before he was being hauled back up.

"What were you doing down there?" Blaine asked, an amused, mischievous grin teasing at his lips.

"I dropped your phone when I turned your alarm off, and I was trying to find it but it went under the bed." Kurt felt like a scolded child and bowed his head, Blaine still with his hands on Kurt's biceps from where he'd saved him from falling. He wasn't really sure what else to say other than "Sorry."

"Hey," A finger under Kurt's chin tilted his head up, and Kurt was met with a pair of warm honey-hazel eyes gazing directly into his. "You never have to apologise to me for anything." Blaine kissed his forehead gently, lips lingering for a few seconds before he looked back down into Kurt's ocean-blue eyes. "Especially for the way you were just lying across me."


"Blaine, let me go!" Kurt exclaimed, giggling as he tried to struggle out of his boyfriend's grip.

"No!" Blaine cried back, maintaining his hold around Kurt's waist and pulling him back into bed. Kurt ended up lying on top of him, his back to Blaine's chest, laughing freely as his hands relaxed around Blaine's rather than trying to prise them apart. "Stay in bed with me." he murmured as he placed feather-light kisses to the back of Kurt's neck. Kurt's insides melted, his limbs momentarily turning to jelly until he remembered exactly why he had to get out of bed. Or, why both of them did.

"I'd love to," he started, feeling Blaine's triumphant grin against his skin. He waited until Blaine relaxed his grip, satisfied and victorious, before rolling out of his grip and jumping out of his reach. "But we have a party to get to."


Checking his reflection in the mirror one last time, he stepped out of the bathroom.

"How do I look?" He asked, spreading him arms out wide and slowly turning in a full circle on the spot. When he had completed a single turn he stopped, dropping his arms as his eyes automatically locking onto the deep brown eyes that now gazed lovingly upon him.

A small smile slowly crept onto Rachel's lips, its intensity increasing with every second that passed. "Fantastic," she finally grinned, rushing up and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Absolutely fantastic," she whispered before pressing her lips to Finn's, rising onto her toes to reach him. Finn embraced her, arms carefully around her waist so as not to crease her summer dress. Keeping his hold around her, Finn pulled away and gazed down at his fiancée: in that moment he felt so unbelievably lucky that this gorgeous woman, with her exuberant personality and contagious excitement, returned his undying love for her, although he doubted that she would ever be able to comprehend just how much of his heart she had stolen – and that was all of it. Rachel gazed up at him through her mascaraed lashes, a hesitant smile on her lips. "Aren't you going to tell me how pretty I look?"

Finn beamed down at her, taking her by the hand and twirling her around. She giggled lightly as he pulled her back into his arms, dipped her backwards like the elaborate end to a ballroom dance and whispered "you're perfect" before reattaching his lips to hers. Running his tongue along her bottom lip, he pulled back surprised.

"What's wrong?" Rachel was watching his face worriedly with eyes filled with concern, nervously biting the lip that Finn had been caressing just seconds before. Finn licked his lips, confirming his suspicions to be true.

"You taste like cherries," he said simply, a wide grin breaking out across his face. Rachel's shoulders dropped in relief as a light dusting of a blush spread across her cheeks, a matching smile gracing her features. She nodded, cupping Finn's cheek with her hand. "My favourite." he whispered as he pulled his fiancée closer to him, wishing that there was a higher level of closeness than their bodies being flush together.

"Your favourite," Rachel muttered with a smile as their lips brushed together before offering Finn another taste in the form of a kiss.

"Is everything ready, d'you reckon?" Finn asked her when they pulled apart, glancing around their apartment. For the majority of the morning, the two of them had been rearranging furniture to offer more space whilst still supplying seating and adding delicate touches. Rachel had been serious when she had told Kurt that she didn't want an elaborate birthday, which is why she had not invited him over to help her set up.

"I think so," she answered with a satisfied smile, still keeping her arms linked around Finn's neck. She took one last glance around the apartment before turning back to Finn, carefully nestling into his chest without smudging her make-up or getting any on his white button-down. "Thank you," She murmured.

"What for?" Finn enquired just as quietly, placing a kiss on the top of her head as he embraced her.

"For everything; for this morning," Both of them smiled fondly at how Finn had awoken Rachel with a gentle kiss before spoiling her to breakfast in bed and gifts, including the gold heart pendant that hung around her neck. "For loving me; for putting up with me all these years; for supporting me; caring for me." She took a shaky breath, blinking back the tears that threatened to draw black lines down over her cheeks. "Thank you for everything."

Finn stayed silent for a while, choosing his next words through the cloud of emotion that descended on his mind. "I should be thanking you," He admitted, resting his cheek on the top of Rachel's head. From here he could smell the sweet, strawberry-scented aroma of Rachel's shampoo; a smell that immediately made his heart all giddy no matter where he smelt it.

"Why?" Finn tilted his head slightly to take in the scent again before responding.

"For letting me do all of that."

They held each other silently, allowing the moments to pass them by. As a couple, Finn and Rachel prided themselves on living in the present, not allowing the past to hold them back nor the bright lights of the future to blind them. But there were the occasional moments, such as this, where they would let their minds wander hand-in-hand down memory lane through all of their combined memories that made them the people they were today. When they reached present day, they would subconsciously hold the other just that little bit tighter, before looking out over the path that was steadily being laid before them.

They were already one step down that path - the engagement ring on Rachel's finger was evident proof of that – and they were planning on taking the next step before the year was out. Already, Rachel and Finn were in discussion of venues and flowers and colour schemes, albeit only just venturing onto the borders of details.

The other steps had been discussed – buying a house and making it Home, starting a family and having children – but never in such close proximity to it becoming a possibility. For now, though, a wedding was a big enough juncture to plan.

"Knock knock!" A voice called through the door, startling the couple as it was accompanied by an excitable series of the action. Rachel and Finn silently agreed who would do what, with Finn going to the door and Rachel going over her seventh 'last check' of the decorations, food and music arrangements.

Finn was halfway to the door when he heard an exasperated "Blaine, you're twenty-five! How are you still so excitable about parties?"

"It's a party, Kurt! How can you not be excited?" Blaine called back, the sound of Kurt's footsteps approaching down the hall.

"I am excited! Just not excited enough to run up six flights of stairs!" Before the two boys could discuss the topic any further, the door in front of Blaine flew open to reveal an amused Finn just as Kurt joined his boyfriend.

"Hey guys!" He greeted them, biting back a bark of laughter at the stunned expressions on their faces; they obviously had not been expecting the door to open so swiftly. "Come on in!" He called back over his shoulder, already walking into the apartment to find his fiancée. It was all Blaine could do not to bound into the living room, and so instead kept by Kurt's side in order to remind himself to keep collected. Kurt closed the door to the apartment behind him, placing the bottle of champagne, gift bag and card he had been carrying on the small end table as he removed his jacket.

"Wow," Kurt looked up at his boyfriend, blushing when he saw Blaine's eyes raking up and down his body.

"Blaine, stop it," He giggled quietly, batting Blaine lightly on the arm as a warm blush crept up his neck. Blaine grinned but his gaze continued to wander over Kurt's baby-blue button-down and dark skinny jeans, the prior with the top few buttons left open and the latter highlighting the curve of his slender hips. "Blaine, I'm serious! Stop!" Blaine adored the way Kurt giggled and was just about to take a step closer to tell him just how beautiful he was looking, when a voice from somewhere within the apartment called out to them.

"Kurt? Blaine? Is that you?" Rachel appeared in the doorway to the kitchen a few seconds later, the hem of her dress swaying slightly around her knees from her movement. Upon seeing her best friend, her eyes completely lit up.

"The very same," Kurt grinned, opening his arms wide and rushing towards her. Blaine and Finn watched on with eyes of adoration for their partners as Kurt and Rachel embraced tightly, already babbling excitedly about the party. "Happy Birthday, Rach, from the both of us." Kurt murmured in her ear once they had calmed down a little, holding her close as she smiled against his chest.

"Thank you," Rachel pulled away from Kurt and smiling warmly at the both of them, moving over to take Finn's hand in hers. "Come in and sit down, boys!" She called over her shoulder as she and Finn led the way into the living room. Kurt and Blaine had been here a few times before, but it still took them a while to adjust every time they walked through the door; it was amazing how much Rachel had transformed Finn's apartment since moving in with him, from the fresh palette of colours to the new drapes, and the delicate touches that still managed to keep the whole image of the apartment relatively neutral between feminine and masculine.

"Happy Birthday, Rach," Blaine wished her as he handed over the presents, placing a kiss on her cheek as he did so. She gushed and thanked both of them, giving the presents to Finn so that she could pull them into a tight hug.


With the champagne in the fridge ready for later, Kurt, Blaine, Rachel and Finn had sat together in the living room discussing their past week, although the conversation was dominated mainly by Blaine and Finn as Kurt and Rachel knew about the majority of the others' week.

Other guests had started arriving around half an hour after Kurt and Blaine, the first of which were Rachel's dads, Hiram and LeRoy Berry. Rachel took great pride in introducing them to Blaine, as well as stressing to her parents that Blaine and Kurt were 'together'. Kurt, used to the genetic enthusiasm of the Berry clan, chatted warmly with the two men who had raised his best friend and laughed along with their jokes, only allowing a feather-light blush to grace his features. Blaine, on the other hand, found himself a little overwhelmed at how open and welcoming the Berry men were. Used to parents who didn't respect or even acknowledge his sexuality, he found himself feeling a little out of place meeting two men who so fully embraced his and their own.

Others trickled in; Rory and Sugar appeared arm-in-arm, and Blaine was able to meet the infamous 'Chang Squared', the adorable Mike and Tina who had lasted since high school. As the party began to fill up, more and more faces Blaine had never met before started to appear. But Kurt stayed vigil by his side, no matter how many old friends called to him from across the room, he kept his hand firmly intertwined with Blaine's as he informed him who was who.

"See that tall, black-haired guy over there? That's Harry. Me and Rach met him when we were at NYADA; he does all of the technical stuff like lights and sound effects and whatever. Really nice guy. Oh! And that blonde over there talking to Finn? That's Kelly. Wow, I haven't seen her for a while… We all went to McKinley together. And there's Ted – met him at NYADA as well – and I think that's his wife, Sandra." The couple in question caught Blaine's eyes just as Kurt pointed them out and so, following Kurt's lead, he waved somewhat hesitantly with a small smile. "Um, I think that's George, but I could have sworn his hair wasn't that shade of blue when I last saw him… Obviously you know Sugar and Rory- you have met Rory haven't you? Yeah, I thought you had. And there's Mike and Tina, also known as 'Mina', 'Tike', 'Team Asian' and 'Chang Squared', among a few other nicknames. There's Joe- still got his dreads, I see. Thankfully he's started wearing shoes when he comes to New York now. And- oh. My. God." Blaine turned anxiously to look a Kurt, who in turn was staring open-mouthed across the room.

"Kurt, honey, are you okay?" Blaine gave the taller man's hand a gentle squeeze, concern furrowing his brow.

"I can't believe she found her…" Kurt whispered, his eyes locked straight ahead. Blaine tried to figure out who Kurt was talking about, his eyes landing on a short, older-looking blonde when the crowd finally parted. Her skin looked well-tanned, but not in a way the contrasted her fair blonde hair. Blaine could tell that she was definitely older, the tell-tale signs of laugh lines around her eyes and mouth just visible from where he stood.

"Who's that?" He asked Kurt, both of them now gazing across the room at the woman.

"That-" Kurt finally managed to stutter, his face breaking out into a huge smile and his eyes glistening with the beginnings of tears as he spoke. "That's April Rhodes.


How was that? Was that okay for nearly eight weeks of no story? I hope it was, and I can't wait to hear what you guys thought of it. Is there anyone else you want to appear (taking into consideration who has already appeared in this story)? Any ideas for OCs? I don't mind, whatever you want to happen over the span of Rachel's party, or even afterwards, let me know. Obviously if its OCs you'll have to give me some details about them, such as their appearance and their behaviour etc.

The next chapter will be Rachel's Party Part B, but I have no idea when it will be uploaded :)

See you next time, whenever that may be. Much love for everyone who has stuck with me for this long, and who has waited out the past eight weeks in patience. I really hope this chapter wasn't a disappointment!

Love you all so much!

C xxxx