Kurt wakes on the morning of his thirtieth birthday to hear the rain slamming against his window. In the cold, gray gloom of a December morning, he feels angry at the entire world, and is not looking forward to the day in the slightest.
He stretches, rolling over to make sure he's not late, and there, sitting on his nightstand, is a cupcake and a note.
Don't even think about being grumpy today! You're not old, you're still beautiful and I love you.
See you soon xxx
He can't help but smile, but he feels a small pang of regret that he didn't ask Blaine to stay with him last night. Come to think of it, Blaine didn't ask to stay with him either, which leads him to feel annoyed, especially since he had obviously gone to all the trouble of asking Santana to put the cupcake in his room.
He gets out of bed and pulls on his robe, stamping through to the bathroom without even acknowledging Santana in the kitchen. He makes plans. Plans which involve calling Blaine before work to tell him that he should have stayed last night, and that he doesn't want to see or speak to anyone today.
Satisfied that he will spend his entire day making everyone as pissed off as he feels, he finishes in the bathroom, and heads to the kitchen in search of coffee.
"Happy Birthday!"
"Oh!" Kurt is shocked to find not only Santana, but Blaine and his dad sitting at the kitchen table waiting for him. The table is filled with food, and a large pile of gifts are set on the counter alongside a cake and a balloon. "When did you get here?" Kurt asks his dad, who gets out of his seat to hug him tight.
"I flew in last night to surprise you."
"Well you did that alright."
"Happy Birthday."
"Whatever."
Burt lets it slide, having been fully briefed by Blaine about Kurt's anger over turning thirty, and he hands Kurt coffee instead.
"You like your cake?" Santana asks proudly. "Mommy and her baby made it late last night after you'd gone to bed."
"Not your baby," Blaine mutters, but he keeps one eye on Kurt, as he looks at the enormous chocolate cake and then at Blaine.
"You were here last night?"
"Until about two this morning," Blaine says shyly. "It was...we wanted to get it all ready. To surprise you."
"So you were here, yet you didn't stay? You went home and came back again at eight this morning?"
"Seven, actually," Blaine says with a laugh. "So if Santana and I are yawning all day, you'll know why."
"So you'll stay in my apartment with your bestest buddy while I'm asleep in the other room, but you don't stay the night with me?"
"It wouldn't have been a surprise then," Blaine points out. "Besides, you didn't ask me to stay."
"I shouldn't have to!" Kurt cries loudly, slamming his coffee cup down on the counter. "You should know! Ugh, I'm going back to bed."
He storms from the kitchen again, leaving his bewildered boyfriend staring at the space where he was, and wondering what on earth he had done wrong.
"He's such a bastard to you sometimes," Santana says angrily. "I'm gonna go and..."
"No you're not," Burt says as he stands. "I am."
But it is Blaine who stills him with a hand on his arm, and walks into the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. Kurt lies on the unmade bed, curled up on his side and staring forlornly out the window. He doesn't move when Blaine sits down, and he doesn't respond at all when Blaine's hand rubs over his thigh.
"You need to stop." Blaine says it quietly, yet there is a firmness in his tone that tells Kurt he's not about to back down. "You know I didn't deserve that, and you know you're being unreasonable."
"I don't wanna be thirty," Kurt whispers, and Blaine feels a small pain in his heart when he sees Kurt is crying. "It's like...this is it. Grown up time, and I don't want to be a grown up, Blaine. I'm not ready. You're still a teenager, for goodness sake. What will people say? A thirty year old man, in a relationship with an eighteen year old boy?"
"Since when have you ever cared about what people think?" Blaine asks. He hands Kurt a tissue, who sits up against the pillow and gives a sniff. "This works for us, doesn't it? You're happy?"
"I am," Kurt confirms. "But I just..."
"There are no adults in this world," Blaine tells him, holding his hand up to silence his protest. "Just people trying to make it look like they know what they're doing. What does it matter if you want to..to...to...I don't know, eat peanut butter right from the jar when you're eighty? What does it matter if a college kid prefers to save his money, instead of going out to parties? Or dress nicely instead of lounging around in baggy jeans?"
"I know you're talking about yourself, Blaine."
"Well, maybe, but what I'm saying is, the year on your birth certificate doesn't determine how you must live your life."
"I just don't want everyone celebrating it, you know? Like, oh, Kurt's thirty, let's have a party. I mean, I'll open my gifts."
"Yeah, I'll bet you will."
"And that cake looks good."
"Kurt, this isn't people celebrating that you're thirty, you dumbass. It's the people who love you getting together to celebrate that you were born. I mean, maybe I'm way off the mark here, but I would have thought it was a pretty important day for your dad."
"Oh, shut up."
"Exactly," Blaine grins. "Think back to this time last year. Your relationship with your dad was at an all time low, and we were in a really terrible place. In fact, we had no real warmth between us at all, except the feelings we were trying to hide. I know how drunk you got that day, before lunchtime too, because Santana told me. She wanted to take you out for lunch but you were passed out. Look at your life now, Kurt, how far you've come. Please let us celebrate with you, because we love you and we love seeing you happy."
"I hate you more than ever," Kurt grouches, then falls forward into Blaine's arms and lets himself be held. "I love you so much," he whispers, playing with Blaine's curls and sighing contentedly. "I'm sorry I was mean."
"Don't worry about it. I knew it was coming, and more importantly, I know you didn't mean it, so..."
"Blaine?"
"Yes?"
"I know we say three nights a week, and I know you have to study and stuff, but I'm feeling really low right now, however hard I try. Would you maybe...would you maybe stay with me for a few nights? Just until I feel a little bit stronger."
Blaine squeezes him in his arms before kissing his cheek sweetly. "Of course I will."
Blaine tugs a reluctant and embarrassed Kurt back into the kitchen, but there are no comments made by either Santana or Burt, they all just eat breakfast together as if nothing had happened, and then Santana clears all the plates away, before handing a large package to Kurt.
"Happy Birthday. Appreciate the gift."
"Thank you," he laughs, then unwraps a large throw in a deep navy color with red edging. "Oh wow. This is..." He holds it up to his face, smiling at the feel of it against his skin. "Santana this is gorgeous. Thank you."
"Yeah well, it's big enough for you and lover boy to both fit under," she retorts. "So I don't have to look over when we're watching TV and see those hands wandering."
"Oh hey now!" Blaine objects. "That's not...we... no. We've never done that with you in the room."
"No, but now we can," Kurt says happily, while Blaine tries to hide in the tablecloth. "Thank you," he says to Santana again. "Now, who's next?"
Burt laughs, and sets a large and heavy box down on the table. "Be careful," he warns Kurt as he lifts the lid. "The contents are breakable."
Kurt is confused when, under layers of tissue, he unwraps an entire tea set. The china is an elegant pale blue, with a tiny rose pattern running around the edges of the plates and over the cups. "Cake stand!" he gasps happily, as he lifts it from the box. "Dad, thank you! But uh..."
"Why?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I bought you your first tea set for your fourth birthday. It was all you had been talking about."
"I remember," Kurt smiles. "It was white with pink bunnies on it."
"Yep. You see, back in those days, boys weren't encouraged to have toys like that, you know? So I didn't know what to buy. Your mom said she would take care of it, but I really wanted to do it myself because...well, because I didn't find it easy, raising you, and I wanted to make sure you knew that I loved you, that I cared. So I chose the tea set I liked best, and hoped you wouldn't be disappointed. You weren't," Burt says with a smile, "and we had to play tea parties all damn day. At one point, a handle broke off one of the cups. You cried, but I glued it back on. It was only plastic, and I said to you, I said..."
"You'd buy me a better set when I was thirty," Kurt says quietly.
"You remember that?"
"I do. I was sitting on the kitchen counter watching you fix the cup. You said I might know how to take care of nice things by then."
"Well there ya go then," Burt says gruffly. He is emotional and embarrassed, but he happily accepts the kiss on his cheek and warm hug from Kurt. "And um...we're going out for tea this afternoon, all of us."
"But I have to work," Kurt starts, then looks to Blaine with a grin. "You organized this already, didn't you?"
"Yeah," he admits. "You're not working today. I do have one class though."
"Blaine found this English tea room place in Greenwich village," Burt tells Kurt. "Proper afternoon tea."
"Really?"
"Is that...I didn't think you'd want a party, really," Blaine says nervously.
"I didn't, no," Kurt admits. "And I was kinda worried you'd assume I would."
"I'm glad," Blaine breathes. "I wouldn't know where to start with organizing a party. Can I uh...can I give you my gift now?"
"Not at the breakfast table, Blaine," Santana says quickly. "That's not appropriate at all."
Burt laughs loudly, while Blaine tries to hide again, and Kurt kicks her, but he recovers enough to hand Kurt his gift, and his eyes go wide when he unwraps an elegant cross body briefcase in a dove gray. "Blaine!" he shrieks. "Is this….oh my god it is. It is! It's Hermes! Are you out of your mind?"
"It's uh...it's last season," Blaine admits. "Or maybe the one before. I couldn't afford a..."
But he is cut off by Kurt's mouth on his in a firm kiss. "I love you," he says with a massive grin. "I love this. I've never owned an Hermes bag. Never, and oh my god this is amazing! Thank you."
"You're welcome," Blaine laughs. "Now I really have to get to class so...enjoy your morning, and I'll be back here soon, okay?"
"You can't have cake before you go?" Kurt asks with a little pout, and Blaine shakes his head. "But I wanted you to have cake."
"Later," he says as he stands. "Bye everyone."
"Bye baby. Momma misses you already."
"I will hit you before this day is out," Blaine tells Santana, but he kisses her cheek nonetheless, and does the same to Burt. "Kurt? C'mere a second."
Kurt follows him out into the hallway, out of sight, and he's pleasantly surprised when he is pulled into a deep and passionate kiss. It's all tongue and teeth and hands framing faces, and it's entirely perfect. Kurt knows he lets out an audible whimper when they part, but that means Blaine kisses him again, so it's a win.
"Don't go to class," he says weakly, when Blaine's hand slides down the back of his pajama pants. "Let's leave, right now, and go to your dorm. No one will notice we're missing for a while."
"No, but Brandon will certainly notice us arriving," Blaine laughs. "He doesn't have class until later."
"Damn Brandon and damn his schedule."
"I know, but I really do need to go to class. I was only going to say, about the cake, that I wanna feed that to you later."
"What?"
"It was all I could think about when I was making it," Blaine whispers. "It's the most richly decadent chocolate cake and, my god, I wanna feed it to you, and eat it off your naked body."
"Oh my... Blaine? Is this some kind of sexual awakening you're having?"
"Maybe," he grins, then glances at his watch. "Ugh. Damn. I have to go. I love you, okay? I love you to the moon and back again several hundred times."
He kisses Kurt again, then pulls open the door, and all Kurt can say in response is, "Cake."
As the day moves on, Kurt realizes that, actually, it's quite wonderful to celebrate the day you were born. That's how he prefers to think of it, anyway, rather than turning thirty. He goes for coffee with his dad, and the rain clears, meaning they can walk their way to the coffee shop in the freezing cold morning, his arm linked through Burt's as they talk easily. After that, they go to meet Blaine after his class, because that's Kurt's favorite thing to do whenever he can. He's even been known to take his lunch break really late in the day, so he can rush across town to arrive breathless, just in time for Blaine's class to finish at three o'clock.
He never tells Blaine he's coming, unless they have a pre-arranged date. He just stands and waits for the sight of his face cracking into a wide grin, as he says goodbye to his friends and rushes into Kurt's embrace. Their time together is extremely brief when Kurt has to return to the office, but Blaine usually accompanies him on his journey back, and sneaks in a few kisses before they part.
Today though, he knows that he gets Blaine by his side for the rest of the day, and really, nothing could be better. It suddenly occurs to him that he once thought he'd get fed up with Blaine's company if they were in a relationship, and it's all he can do not to laugh out loud at the absurdity of his thoughts all that time ago. What was he so scared of? The reverse has proven over and over to be true; he simply can't get enough.
"Hey beautiful," he says with a smile, when Blaine's arms come around him at last. "Good class?"
"Yeah. We're looking at pistons and how they...eh, whatever, kiss me," Blaine grins, and pulls Kurt close.
"Standing right here, buddy," Burt chuckles, when he realizes Blaine hasn't even noticed.
"Oh! Dad. Sorry. Right. Of course you..."
"We went to get coffee," Kurt laughs, kissing his cheek and taking his hand. "Then I figured..."
"I love it when you meet me," Blaine admits. "But I do need to go home to get some stuff if I'm staying for a few days."
"Sure. We can do that."
"Ah, you two do that, I'm going to head back to the hotel and change," Burt says, ruffling Blaine's hair just to annoy him. "I'll meet you at the tea shop place thingy."
"Okay," Blaine says brightly, then glances at Kurt, as they both realize the opportunity they've inadvertently been given. "Wanna run?"
"You betcha."
It's perhaps a brisk, urgent walk, rather than a run, but they're quickly back at Blaine's dorm, breathless and with red cheeks and noses from the cold. They sign Kurt in quickly, both huffing impatiently at the clerk, who diligently checks his ID despite having seen him several times by now.
"For gods sake just...hurry up," Kurt moans, and the clerk looks up and eyes him suspiciously.
"Why?"
"Because...uh..."
"Kurt really needs to borrow a book," Blaine says quickly, before Kurt can give details, then snatches his ID back and they run up the stairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator.
"This is insane," Kurt giggles, as Blaine fumbles for his key.
"I know, but fun, right?"
"Totally," Kurt agrees. "I'm always desperate for you, but stolen moments are even more thrilling."
"This doesn't mean it's not on for tonight, right?" Blaine says, as they walk swiftly down the corridor. "I mean, we can do it now and then again tonight?"
"Hell yes."
"Good." He gives a furtive glance up and down the hallway, but it's silent in the middle of the day, and he pins Kurt to the wall and kisses him fiercely. "Hot," he murmurs, tugging Kurt's scarf open to kiss in the hollow of his throat. "So hot."
He throws open the door to his room and they stumble inside, kissing passionately and hastily unbuttoning their heavy winter coats at the same time.
"Totally still here," a voice says, and Kurt almost falls over when Blaine steps away quickly.
"Brandon! Hi!"
"Hi Blaine. Kurt. Oh, happy birthday, by the way."
"Thanks," Kurt mutters, refraining from exploding in a desperate rage.
"So, you got any plans?"
"Well, we did….."
"Oh. Um...sure, I can go," Brandon says, gathering his textbooks and backpack. "I'll head to the library."
"Thanks," Kurt says, but Blaine is quick to intervene.
"No really, that's fine, Brandon. It's um...I just needed to grab some clothes, actually. I'm gonna stay at Kurt's for a few days."
"Oh," he says, settling down again much to Kurt's dismay. "Thats cool. When you coming back?"
"Monday? Maybe? I don't know. Not before, anyway."
"Sweet. Cause I've met this girl and..."
"Yes, Brandon," Blaine laughs. "That's fine."
"So he can get laid but we can't?" Kurt storms, when they leave the dorm again.
"It's not like that, is it?" Blaine laughs. "I'm coming to stay with you. What do you think we're gonna be doing at night?"
"I know but...it's like...predictable. Go to bed, make love, fall asleep."
"Well, maybe we'll just have to make it back to your apartment in record time," Blaine says, glancing at his watch. "We have...an hour….before we have to meet dad."
"Can we run again?"
"Totally."
But Santana sitting in the living room with three girlfriends kind of kills the mood, and they end up trailing despondently to the bedroom, and closing the door behind them. "Every damn time," Kurt moans.
"I know."
"I'm gonna go take a shower," Kurt announces sadly, and he wanders away to the bathroom, leaving Blaine to sit on the bed and check his emails and study program.
They swap when Kurt returns, and Blaine makes sure to take all his clothes into the bathroom with him, so he doesn't have to walk back through the apartment in a robe and risk being seen by one of Santana's friends. After being in New York for four months, he's finally gotten comfortable enough to let Santana see him in his pajamas or robe, but the thought of anyone else doing so disturbs him greatly, so he emerges from the bathroom again in his maroon suit, which he knows Kurt likes.
"Oh my baby..." Santana starts, then quickly corrects herself with a glare from Blaine. "You look good," she says with a smile. "Very..."
"Hot," one of her friends finishes, and he all but squeaks as he runs back into the bedroom.
"Jesus Christ," Kurt exclaims, when he closes the door. "Blaine..."
"Is it okay?" he asks fearfully.
"It's better than okay." Kurt, who is only wearing briefs, walks over to him and straightens his bow tie a touch. "You look divine."
"So do you," Blaine admits, then boldly lets his hand cup Kurt through his briefs. "Oh god Kurt..."
The tension shatters as they kiss heatedly, with Kurt's briefs quickly pushed to the floor. "Yes," Kurt moans weakly, as Blaine moves lower.
"Shh," he laughs, looking up. "You're leaning against the door."
In his wildest dreams, Kurt would never have imagined that Blaine would be the type to give him a hot blow job with just a door between them and an apartment full of people, but he doesn't even freeze when Santana's friends start to leave, chattering loudly as they walk right past the door.
Kurt bites his lip so hard he can taste blood, and he knows he's pulling hard on Blaine's hair, which he's just carefully styled, but he really is past caring, and his head falls back against the door with a thump. "I'm gonna come," he whispers, as Blaine goes faster. "I'm gonna..."
"We need to leave!" Santana yells. "Otherwise we'll be late."
But neither one hear her as Kurt spills into Blaine's mouth and tries his best to keep quiet. "Fuck," he whispers, one arm bracing himself against the wall, the fingers of his other hand massaging Blaine's scalp.
Blaine pulls off, looking up with a smile before giving a kiss to Kurt's thigh. "You need to get dressed."
"What? But you..."
"It's okay," he says with a shrug. "I just..." He stands, and contemplates saying nothing, but then thinks better of it. "Am I predictable? I try not to be."
"What? No." Kurt pulls his underwear on and grabs his pants, then drops them back on the bed as it hits him. "Oh Blaine! No! No, I didn't mean it like that I just...please, please believe me. I wasn't saying we were predictable, or you, I was just...I don't know, annoyed, I guess, because I was horny and wanted to be naked. Oh Blaine, I'm so sorry."
"Okay."
"Really?" Kurt asks worriedly. "I need you to be okay, because I totally didn't mean it that way. You're not predictable. Well, you are, but in the best possible way. I can rely on you, and know that you'll always be there for me...but that's great, right? We're great, me and you, aren't we?"
"I'd kinda like to think so."
"I love that we can go to bed and make love before falling asleep," Kurt says, as he buttons his shirt before taking him in his arms. "I love that you're here with me. Please...I just said that as an offhand remark. I didn't even think."
"Okay. Cause...it's like...I worry about that, you know."
"I know you do, but really, there's no need." He watches carefully as Blaine moves to the mirror and restyles his hair. He knows he's not okay from the slump in his shoulders, and the way in which he doesn't look back at Kurt in the mirror, so Kurt goes to him, sliding his arms over his shoulders and kissing his neck. "Blaine please. I love you. You're dependable, you make me feel safe, but predictable? Sexually? Not at all."
Blaine turns and leans against the dresser, giving a small nod. "How many others were there?" he asks quietly. "Before me?"
Kurt sits heavily on the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Blaine, please."
"It won't make any difference," he says quickly, kneeling on the floor and holding Kurt's hand. "I just want you to tell me."
"I can't."
"I won't be mad."
"No, I can't tell you, because I don't know," Kurt admits, his face flooding with color. "More than a hundred? I think so, anyway. I had ten years of promiscuity before I met you, Blaine. I don't know what else to say."
Blaine reaches out, cupping his cheek tenderly. "It makes me sad to think that's all you thought you were worth," he whispers, his eyes shining with tears.
"They were all predictable," Kurt says, reaching up to rest his hand over Blaine's. "Do you get what I'm saying? It was always the same, whatever we did or didn't do, it was always deeply unsatisfactory and not what I needed at all. You...us...together..it's everything I ever dreamed of, in and out of the bedroom."
"I get it," Blaine says, and he leans close and gives his lips a gentle kiss. "And I'm going to spend the rest of my days making sure you know how much you really are worth."
"Ah, you make me feel like a million dollars anyway." Kurt laughs softly, and rests their foreheads together, suddenly wishing he could spend the whole afternoon in Blaine's arms instead.
"Oh well, I won't bother taking you out tonight then."
"You're taking me out?" Kurt asks excitedly. "Where?"
"Um, well..." Blaine breaks off nervously, and gets up off the floor to sit next to Kurt on the bed. "I got us tickets for the ballet."
"The ballet? Really?" Kurt looks astounded and then laughs, making Blaine frown in confusion.
"Why are you laughing? What's...what's funny?"
"You know me better than anyone, I swear," Kurt says, and kisses his cheek. "If you'd given me those tickets a year ago, I would have thrown them back in your face and said no way, even though I would have really wanted to go."
"I wouldn't have given them to you a year ago," Blaine points out. "You were a rude and stubborn ass."
"True." They both laugh, and their moment of worry is forgotten, as Kurt quickly finishes dressing. "What are we seeing?"
"Sleeping Beauty. I mean, I know we know the story, but I've never watched a ballet before so...I figured it'd be best to see something we could understand. I got us a box," he adds proudly, holding Kurt's jacket for him to slide his arms inside.
"You did? I'm impressed. Can I go down on you in the box?"
"No you cannot!" Blaine cries, then shakes his head in despair. "Kurt Hummel, whatever will I do with you?"
Quick as a flash Kurt turns, pulling Blaine close and whispering in his ear. "Anything you want."
Their afternoon tea is wonderful, and plenty of laughs are had at Burt's expense, as he tries to be graceful and refined, and moans about the size of the sandwiches. From there Santana and Burt depart, with Santana managing to convince Burt that he would like to look at the Christmas displays on fifth avenue. She also adds, not so quietly, to Blaine, that she is sleeping over at a friend's house, so that he and Kurt can get loud.
Of course, Blaine blushes profusely and tries to protest his innocence, but Kurt tugs him away to the subway and onto the ballet.
"That was wonderful!" Kurt says at the end, as they make their way to the exit. "Don't you agree?"
"Amazing."
"So uh...those male dancers...they don't wear any underwear," Kurt says casually, and Blaine bursts out laughing.
"They certainly don't."
"I noticed you seemed particularly entranced by that blond guy, the one who played the prince."
Blaine laughs again and ducks his head. He's slightly embarrassed, but then he knows Kurt had been looking too. "He uh...well...I couldn't help it," he protests. "He had quite a nice ass. Not as nice as yours though."
"It better not be," Kurt replies haughtily, but there's a twinkle in his eye and Blaine knows he is playing.
"Of course not. Until I met you I'd never had the urge to bite someone's backside before."
Kurt laughs and turns to him, paying the busy crowd around them no heed. "You're not gonna bite my ass."
"I am," Blaine says smugly. "And when you least expect it, too."
He takes Kurt's hand as they step outside, a frown immediately creasing Kurt's features. "It's snowing."
"Ooh yay!" Blaine is ecstatic. It must have fallen hard in the time they were inside, because the sidewalks are all covered in a dusting of white, and it's still falling heavily. "C'mon, let's walk home."
"Are you kidding me right now?" Kurt cries. "We'll get a cab. I hate snow."
"Snow is magical," Blaine says happily, leading Kurt down the steps of the theatre.
"Snow in New York is disgusting," Kurt grouches, as Blaine pulls him along the street. "It turns gray and slushy the moment it hits the ground."
"Catch it on your tongue," Blaine encourages, tipping his head back and opening his mouth wide.
"Oh my god you really are a puppy," Kurt shrieks, laughing in spite of himself.
"Come on," Blaine says with a grin. "It's really fun."
"I'm thirty," Kurt moans, but he opens his mouth anyway, and finds himself laughing at how ridiculous they must look, walking through the dark, cold night with their tongues hanging out to catch snowflakes.
Together, their walk home seems so much quicker than the forty five minutes it takes. Yes, they're soaking wet, but they're wrapped up warm and arm in arm, their breath fanning out in little white clouds as they laugh at nothing in particular. Kurt reluctantly lets go of Blaine, as they walk through the small park opposite the apartment building, and he turns to look up at the stars while Blaine ties his shoelace.
"Hey, Kurt?"
"Hmm?"
He turns and is met with a face full of snow, as a cackling Blaine runs as far away as he can, and tries to hide behind the thinnest tree known to man.
"You bastard!" Kurt shrieks, scooping up as much snow as he can. "I can still see you, you fool. You're about three foot wider than that tree."
"Hey!" Blaine objects, stepping out into the open. "Three foot?"
"Hmm, maybe four," Kurt says, then launches the snow in the general direction of Blaine, but fails miserably and falls over instead.
The ensuing snowball fight has them shrieking and screaming around the tiny park, much to the annoyance of cold and wet New Yorkers trying to make their way home, but Blaine and Kurt don't care. Eventually, Kurt makes a bid for freedom and dashes across the road, while Blaine chases after, pelting him with snowballs, before catching him in the doorway to their building, and pinning him against the door.
They are breathless, red cheeked from the cold and exhilaration, their eyes sparkling with excitement. "My birthday boy," Blaine whispers, rubbing his nose against Kurt's. "How I love you."
"You have made this the best birthday ever," Kurt says softly, his arms wrapping around Blaine's waist. "In fact, you've made this entire year the best ever."
"Gonna kiss you now," Blaine says with an impish grin, and Kurt bites his lip for a moment before he gives in and smiles.
"Please do."
Blaine teases, giving Kurt the lightest of kisses before pulling back, making Kurt growl and tug him into a passionate kiss, which has them moaning into one another's mouths. Blaine's hands slide into Kurt's wet hair, displacing the remainder of the snow as they kiss heatedly.
Kurt almost seems to buckle under Blaine's touch, and he's grateful he's against the wall when he feels Blaine's tongue brushing against his lips. He relishes everything. The way Blaine's thumbs rub over his earlobes, the way he can feel just the edge of his teeth as they kiss, the way Blaine breathes in sharply when Kurt kisses back just as eagerly.
And Blaine doesn't stop, even when he breaks the kiss with a gasp, it is only to trail kisses along Kurt's jaw until he can bite softly at his earlobe. "Upstairs, tiger. You're mine."
"Oh my god," Kurt moans weakly, and though he really, really wants to move upstairs, he also needs to kiss him again, and so his mouth, hot and wanting, finds Blaine's again.
"Excuse me," a voice says, as the building door opens. "Sorry. Oh, you two again, hello."
"Brian, right?" Kurt asks, and the man nods. "Good to see you again," he smiles, unable to be embarrassed when he's busy floating on cloud nine.
"You too," Brian smiles, sidestepping them awkwardly. "You know, my husband and I used to kiss fervently in darkened doorways too," he says with a smile. "Takes me back."
He walks away before either Kurt or Blaine can comment, but his nostalgia makes them both smile, as they realize that one day, that will be them. "I wonder where Brian goes so late at night?" Blaine muses, as they climb the stairs. "I often see him when I'm leaving to go back to my dorm."
"Work? I don't know," Kurt says, unlocking the apartment door. "So you want hot chocolate?"
"I want you," Blaine says simply, kicking the door closed behind him and grabbing Kurt around the waist.
A trail of wet clothes marks their path into the living room, and they don't even bother with lights, the hall lamp casting a dim glow as Blaine leads Kurt to the couch and makes him kneel on it.
"What...what are you?..." Kurt starts, but he gasps loudly in pleasure at the feel of Blaine's tongue on him, and he quickly pushes back, seeking more. "Oh fuck yes," he cries, whimpering again when Blaine's hands massage him, stretching him wider. "Oh my god. You're gonna wreck me. Please wreck me, please."
"All in good time," Blaine whispers, and then suddenly his teeth clamp down, making Kurt yelp.
"Jesus!" He stops a moment and looks back over his shoulder, to where a laughing Blaine kneels on the floor looking very pleased with himself. "I hate you. Now get your tongue back where it's supposed to be."
Blaine is more open and unguarded than Kurt has ever seen, taking the initiative and not letting go, and Kurt submits happily, as Blaine keeps him on all fours and pushes inside.
"Hotter than hot chocolate," Blaine helpfully observes, which has Kurt snorting into a cushion. He gets serious when Blaine starts to move though, because he moves faster, deeper and harder than Kurt has known from him before, his body draped over him so he can feel his breath on his neck.
"You...fuck...love...you..." he pants, and Kurt reaches back to rub the back of Blaine's neck.
"You too Blaine, oh Blaine."
"Turn around," he commands, pulling out for Kurt to roll over.
He feels vulnerable, with his legs pushed back to his shoulders as Blaine slams into him again and again, but in the best possible way, like there is no more barriers between them. Leaning down, Blaine pauses a moment to give the most gentle of kisses and a bright smile, as if he can feel and sense it too.
He picks up his pace once more, his body flushed and sweaty as he grips Kurt's thighs hard. "Kurt," he moans brokenly, and wraps a hand around him. "Kurt you just..." but he doesn't get to finish, as they reach their climax together, with Blaine pushing as deep as he can for an orgasm that seems never ending. He eventually pulls back with a shudder, when he suddenly notices the cold air on his skin.
Kurt keeps his eyes closed, still breathing hard, but gradually a blissful smile comes over his face, which only gets wider when Blaine tugs him to lie on top of him.
"We totally had sex on your couch," Blaine whispers, with a kiss into his hair. "Santana is going to kill us."
"She never needs to know."
"Oh she'll know. It's that Mexican third eye she has."
"You know that's not actually real, right?"
"Of course," Blaine says, though he doesn't sound entirely convinced. "We should move to bed."
"Hmm, we should," Kurt agrees, but he cuddles tighter into Blaine's arms. "I love you."
"Love you too."
"This is pretty perfect, isn't it?"
Blaine smiles up at the ceiling, running his fingers up and down Kurt's spine. "Just us, like this? Yeah." They are silent and still, with Blaine watching the snow still falling outside, and Kurt with his eyes closed, his head resting contentedly on Blaine's chest. "Oh!" Blaine says, suddenly remembering. "Cake. We didn't have cake."
Kurt gives a sleepy laugh, pulling the throw Santana gave him over their naked bodies. "I'll wake you up with it in the morning."