Holy shit, Kurt Hummel could not get enough of sex if he tried.

Ever since he and Blaine finally had proper sex, it seemed like that was all they were doing now.

And that was like, three weeks ago. They were fucking like rabbits. Though, thankfully they could not impregnate each other. Blaine still bottomed, Kurt hadn't had his go at that yet, but still.

Good lord.

Since it was summer, they were together almost every night, whether it be at Blaine's house or his, they were always doing something between the sheets. Blaine had been pretty sore after that first night, but fuck if they didn't find something else to do instead. They even tried sixty-nine for the first time which was, yeah, pretty awesome in Kurt's mind.

Currently, they were making out on the sofa in Kurt's living room. Finn was off with Rachel, Burt went into the garage for a few hours, and Carole was visiting her sister.

So yeah. What else were two very sexually active teenage boys supposed to do while they were home alone? Anything involving grinding hips of course.

Blaine was straddling Kurt on the sofa, his head thrown back while Kurt sucked dark little spots on his neck. Kurt had his fingers under Blaine's t-shirt, scratching down his sides which made Blaine giggle and moan simultaneously.

"You're fucking evil," Blaine groaned when Kurt reached his hands around to cup Blaine's ass.

"Only in the best way," Kurt returned, nipping at Blaine's collarbone.

"I want you inside me," Blaine said, twisting his fingers into Kurt's hair. "Please…"

"You want me to fuck you on the sofa?"

"Yes, god yes…"

"I think I could manage that."

Neither heard the front door unlock.

"Please…please…" Blaine sighed, his voice low and deep as Kurt sucked at a tender spot in his shoulder. He slowly opened his eyes.

He froze when he saw Burt Hummel standing there with his mouth open, Finn behind him looking just as shocked, and Rachel Berry standing next to him with a hand over her mouth.

"Why'd you stop moving? I didn't want you to stop," Kurt whined, reaching for Blaine's zipper.

Blaine swallowed. Loudly. "Because your dad, brother, and your brother's girlfriend are standing right there."

"WHAT?" Kurt shrieked, jumping remarkably high and making to turn around to see for himself.

Such a movement caused Blaine to tumble right out of his lap and onto the floor, out of the line of sight of their 'intruders'.

"Shit, are you okay?" Kurt asked, reaching down to help Blaine up.

Blaine ran a hand through his ruffled hair and took Kurt's hand, both of them standing up and turning to look at their…guests.

"Uh…" Kurt was at a loss for words. Luckily, both of their erections had almost immediately died down so he didn't have to stand there with a pillow in front of his crotch. "I thought you…were all going to be gone for a while?"

Kurt's words came out at a much higher pitch than he was intending, betraying the nonchalance he was attempting to pull off. He cleared his throat. "I just meant…you didn't leave too long ago, so it's…weird that you're back now. Since, you know, it was such a short amount of time. And you weren't supposed to be back till later. You know, like…not now."

Burt coughed awkwardly. "Rachel's car broke down, Finn called me to come get them and we took the car to the shop. I was bringing them here so they could watch a movie while I fixed her car…"

"Ah," Kurt said, nodding, doing his best to NOT look at Blaine standing next to him.

An awkward silence followed.

"Right so I'm gonna go fix her car…I'll…be back later."

With that, Burt Hummel turned right around and walked out, leaving the two couples alone.

"We can uh…all watch a movie together?" Blaine suggested half-heartedly.

"Oh no, that's fine," Rachel said with a smile. "We were just going up to Finn's room."

"We were?" Finn asked, utterly confused and still slightly horrified by what he'd walked in on.

"Yes!" Rachel squeaked, grabbing Finn by the arm and dragging him to his room without another word to Blaine or Kurt. When they heard the door to Finn's room close loudly, Kurt finally turned to Blaine, who still looked kind of shell shocked.

"Maybe…we should go to my room," Kurt said.

Blaine's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "Are you serious? I'm completely mortified."

"You'll be anything but mortified in about five minutes," Kurt assured him, taking his hand and leading him to the basement. "Trust me."

A couple hours later, the couples were seated in the living room, snuggled up to their respective partners on the sofa watching Moulin Rouge when Carole walked in with large containers of Chinese food.

"Oh good!" she sighed. "I brought extra! Rachel and Blaine, you're welcome to stay for dinner."

Rachel agreed to stay immediately; Blaine just kind of nodded his head. A few minutes later, Burt came through the door.

"I didn't get to finish the work on your car, Rachel," Burt said apologetically. "I won't be done till tomorrow so…if you ah…wanted to call your dads to come get you…"

"Don't be silly!" Carole said, walking in from the kitchen. "Blaine's probably staying over, I don't see why Rachel can't."

Burt seemed like he was about to protest but Carole spoke quickly. "Dinner's ready!"

Everyone crowded around the kitchen table and Rachel was attempting to teach Finn how to use chopsticks while Blaine and Kurt ate silently.

"So did everyone have a good day?" Carole asked with a bright smile.

"Yuh," Finn said around a mouthful of sweet and sour chicken. "Till we walked in on these two goin' at it on the sofa." He gestured pointedly with his awkward hold on his chopsticks to Blaine and Kurt.

"Oh really?" Carole wondered, not even attempting to suppress the grin on her face. Her eyes turned to Kurt.

"Oh god," Kurt growled, dropping his own chopsticks to his plate.

"Oh don't even," Finn said, rolling his eyes. "You two were totally about to-"

"Oh my god, Finn, pleasestoptalking," Kurt said immediately.

"It's true though!" Finn countered. "Kurt and Blaine, sitting in a tree, F-U-C-"

"Just because YOU'RE not getting any doesn't mean you can-"

"Oookay!" Blaine interrupted. "How about we not put our sex life on display in front of your parents."

Rachel choked on some lo mein. "You two have had sex?"

"I don't need to know the answer to that question!" Burt hollered.

Carole literally burst into laughter. Finn stopped talking completely, his eyes going wide in shock. Rachel was busy coughing in her napkin and Kurt and Blaine had their heads in their hands.

"Really? This is funny to you?" Burt asked in disbelief.

"Hilarious," Carole admitted.

"But they're – I – sex!"

"Burt, honey, they're together nearly every night. If you really didn't see this coming then you probably should have been a bit more observant."

"We're sitting right here," Kurt grumbled to the table.

"Why do all the awkward conversations happen around your dinner table?" Blaine couldn't help but ask.

"I have no idea."

Burt sighed heavily. "Okay, I'm gonna ask this. And this is gonna be the only time I'm going to ask."

"Can we not do this in front of Finn and Rachel?" Kurt pleaded.

"I don't even care right now. Are you two having sex? Like…the…actual kind of sex?" Burt asked.

Kurt and Blaine shared a tentative glance. How the freakin hell did they even get themselves into these situations?

"Honey, it's not going to matter one way or another," Carole assured Kurt. "Just tell him."

"Yeah. Okay? Yes, we are," Kurt admitted.

"Are you using protection?"

"Yes!"

"And you," Burt gestured to Blaine, whose eyes went insanely wide at being singled out. "You force him into anything?"

"No, sir! I swear!"

Burt looked between the two boys through narrowed eyes. "Well. Alright, then."

Kurt released a breath he hadn't even known he'd been holding and grasped Blaine's hand beneath the table. Blaine shot him a relieved smile.

"So…does this mean Rachel can sleep in my bed tonight?" Finn asked hopefully.

"No." The answer was given by both Carole and Burt at the same time.

"But – he – they…that's not fair! Rachel and I aren't even having sex yet!"

"And they can't get each other pregnant!" Carole said in defense.

"But I never even actually got Quinn pregnant!" Finn replied.

"Doesn't change the fact that you could have," Kurt decided to put in.

"Kurt," Burt warned.

"Sorry," Kurt mumbled.

By the end of dinner, it was decided that Rachel would be sleeping on the sofa.

Being gay definitely had its advantages sometimes, Kurt decided, when he and Blaine were wrapped around each other in his bed that night.

It was the night before Kurt Hummel's seventeenth birthday. He and Blaine were giggling under his sheets after a riveting round of sex.

"I'll never truly understand your obsession with Harry Potter," Kurt was saying.

"Hey, you don't have to understand it. Just accept it."

"I suppose that's all there really is to do in these situations," Kurt sighed dramatically.

"Hey, I don't get your obsession with Lady Gaga, but I definitely don't question it."

"Lady Gaga is an icon though!"

"Harry Potter has influenced millions of people to read," Blaine pointed out.

"I suppose," Kurt conceded.

Blaine kissed the top of his nose and let a smile spread across his face. "So you'll be seventeen in a few hours. Do you think it'll feel any different?"

"I doubt it," Kurt admitted. "Seventeen isn't really that big of a deal."

"You can get into rated R movies on your own," Blaine said.

"I don't like scary movies though. You know this."

"Not all R rated movies are scary!"

"A lot of them are though," Kurt returned. "Did it feel different for you? You've been seventeen for a while now."

"Ah. Touche. No, it didn't really feel different for me," said Blaine.

"Yeah. Well at least I'll get to see all my friends tomorrow."

"Oh! What kind of cake do you want? I'm helping Carole make it tomorrow."

Kurt actually laughed out loud. "You? You're going to cook?"

"Baking is way different!" Blaine defended himself.

"Uh huh," Kurt teased.

"It is! I make mad chocolate chip cookies."

"You told me about the brownies. How when you were little, you tried to make brownies from scratch for mother's day but ended up putting the cocoa and sugar on TOP of the brownies at the last minute."

"My mom didn't end up eating them, though!"

"No, you just fed them to a squirrel outside. That squirrel died, if I recall your story correctly."

"I was like…seven!"

"It's all the proof I need to keep you away from my birthday cake. However, you can tell her that I prefer chocolate everything. Also…red velvet."

"You're so mean to me," Blaine pouted, scooting away from Kurt.

Kurt immediately wrapped his arms around Blaine's naked form and pulled him back. "I'd just rather my friends not suffer the same fate as that poor squirrel."

"Fair enough," Blaine finally said, nuzzling his face into Kurt's neck.

They stopped talking for a while, simply lounging naked together and cuddling close, despite their sweaty bodies. Blaine traced tiny circles on Kurt's chest.

"I…do have an idea for a birthday present though…" Kurt admitted.

"Oh?"

"Yeah…"

Blaine looked up at Kurt, readjusting himself so that his head was propped up on his hand. "Are you going to tell me?"

"Well…I was wondering if…tomorrow night, if I could…bottom," he finished quietly, avoiding Blaine's gaze.

"Is that what you want?" Blaine asked with no hesitation.

Kurt bit his lip and nodded. "Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty positive."

Blaine leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Kurt's cheek. "I think that sounds like an excellent birthday present."

"You…really?"

"Really."

"I just…figured you'd be all… 'no Kurt, let's wait for a little while longer'."

"Do you think you'll regret it being me? For your first time, I mean?"

"No," Kurt replied immediately. "Not at all. No."

"Then we can definitely do it," Blaine said finally, settling back down. "Oh, but tonight…I think we should at least sleep with pants on." He crawled out of bed before retrieving two pairs of pajama pants for the both of them. He pulled his on and tossed Kurt his pair.

"Uh…why?" Kurt asked, pulling the bottoms on anyway as Blaine flicked off the lamp on the nightstand and clambered back into bed next to him. "We sleep naked all the time."

"I just…think we should."

"You're weird," Kurt mumbled as Blaine cuddled up and spooned Kurt against his chest.

"You love me though," Blaine pointed out, planting a kiss to the back of Kurt's neck.

"I do, oddly enough."

"Good night, Blaine."

"Night, Kurt."

Blaine laid there for a little while, listening to Kurt breathe and sigh happily. When Kurt's breathing evened out and he was absolutely positive he was asleep, he slipped out of bed and up the stairs. He unlocked Kurt's bedroom door before climbing back in next to Kurt, allowing himself to fall to sleep as well.

"Kurt."

"Mmhng."

"Baby, wake up."

"Mmmno."

"Kurt, you need to wake up now."

Kurt cracked a single eye open very slightly. He felt around for Blaine's face before he shoved it away from his. "It's still dark outside," he groaned. "What the hell are you on?"

"I think…there's someone who wants to see you?"

"Who?" Kurt asked, still not very interested. He turned to face away from Blaine.

The light flicked on.

"SURPRISE!"

"AAAGH!" Kurt squealed in fright, jumping straight onto Blaine behind him, holding tightly to his boyfriend's arm.

In the light of bedroom, he saw the entirety of New Directions standing in his basement, all clad in their pajamas.

"What the – what are you all – what?"

"Time to get up, Kurt!" Mercedes said, gripping his arm and dragging him away from Blaine's warmth and out of bed.

"What're you-"

"No time for questions," Rachel cut him off. She shoved Blaine's hoodie over his head while Blaine got out of bed and pulled on a t-shirt. "Come on!"

"What-"

"Come on Kurt, let's go!" Brittany giggled, taking him by the hand and leading him up the stairs. The rest of New Directions followed them through the house and out the front door.

"We're kidnapping you. Happy Birthday!" Puck said, shoving him into a car.

"I don't have shoes!" Kurt protested, attempting to climb out but Blaine climbed in next to him and Mercedes was on the other side. Puck sat in the driver's seat and Sam sat in the passenger seat. Everyone else was piled in Artie's dad's van behind them. Puck started driving with no thought to Kurt's shoe-less situation.

"Here," Blaine said, handing him a pair of socks.

"Did you know about this?" Kurt snapped, snatching the socks from him and putting them on his feet.

"Maybe?"

"Now I see why you wanted us to sleep in pants."

"Yeah, thanks for that," Sam called from in front of them. "Glad you followed through on your end of the deal."

"Where the hell are we going?"

"To a place of magic and wonder!"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Calm down, boy," Mercedes said, putting a hand on his knee.

"Calm d – CALM DOWN? You snatch me out of my warm bed in the middle of the night and you're telling me to calm down?"

"We're just celebrating your birthday," Blaine assured him, kissing his cheek.

"You're in so much trouble," Kurt groaned.

Puck turned up the radio, blaring Lady Gaga until they pulled into a parking lot. Kurt glared hard at Blaine.

"…Are you serious right now?"

"Yup!"

Blaine had to drag Kurt out of the car, all the while Kurt protesting 'no shoes, no service! No shoes, no service!' The rest of New Directions met them at the front door the restaurant and the host immediately greeted them when they all walked in.

"Welcome to IHOP!"

Kurt shoved Blaine's arm off from around his shoulders as the host seated them at a row of tables already pushed together for their party.

"Happy Birthday, Kurt," Blaine whispered into his ear as he sat down next to him.

"I would have been happier sleeping," he grumbled. "I'll need coffee. Lots of coffee," he said to the server.

"You'll have plenty of time to sleep before your party today," Quinn reassured him from across the table.

"No, I have to clean and…do things!"

"It's your birthday, Kurt. No one's gonna make you clean," Finn told him.

"But I-"

"Kurt. Shut up and pick something to eat," Santana ordered.

Kurt growled, actually growled as he flipped his menu open. This was outrageous. This was ridiculous! Here he was, sitting in IHOP at…what time?

"What time is it?" he asked Blaine.

"Three am."

Three am! He was at IHOP at three am on the morning of his birthday! He had no shoes, no shirt under his hoodie, his hair was most likely a crazy mess, and he and Blaine hadn't showered after sex last night! This was…this was so NOT okay!

Oh…but they had crepes…

He loved crepes.

"I hate you all," he stated.

"No you don't, you luuurve us," Puck said from the end of the table, making a disgusting kissy face.

"What're you gonna get?" Blaine asked him.

"Crepes." He set his menu down.

Blaine grinned at him knowingly. Of course Kurt would order the crepes. "I'm getting chocolate chip pancakes."

"But the stuffed French toast is so good!" Tina countered. "I can't decide…"

By the time Kurt had at least four cups of coffee and an order of crepes in his belly, he was decidedly happier.

"How long were you all planning this?" he finally asked.

"About a week," Artie said.

"A week?" He turned to Blaine. "You kept this from me for a week?"

"It wouldn't have been a surprise if I'd told you," Blaine said.

"And who exactly was the mastermind?"

"Blaine and I collaborated," Mercedes said proudly. "Puck drew up the blueprints."

"Damn straight," Puck said before burping loudly.

"You're all insane," Kurt declared.

And maybe they were. It was definitely insane to kidnap someone in the middle of the night (double so considering they didn't let him put on shoes). It was totally insane to drag him to IHOP at three am. And Blaine was insane for making sure his door was unlocked (he wasn't so stupid that he couldn't at least figure that part out on his own).

But as he looked around the table at all of his happy, smiling, pajama clad friends…

Kurt couldn't ask for a better birthday morning surprise. He really had lucked out.

When they dropped Blaine, Kurt, and Finn back off at Kurt's house, they all promised to return later that afternoon to celebrate Kurt's birthday properly. Blaine tucked them both back into bed and let Kurt cuddle up against his side.

"Are you really that mad?" Blaine asked with a yawn.

"…I guess not."

"Good."

"That doesn't make any of you less cruel."

"Maybe not," Blaine replied, smiling sleepily. "But it was still fun."

Kurt pulled the blankets up to his neck and let his head rest on Blaine's shoulder. With Blaine's hand in his hair, he sighed contentedly.

"Happy Birthday, baby."

Blaine's whispered sentence was the last thing he heard before he drifted back off to sleep.

Later, Kurt woke to an empty bed.

That just was not cool at all.

He sat up and stretched his limbs, letting a strangled sound escape from his throat, and then he plopped back down on the pillows. He looked over to the space where Blaine usually was and rolled over. He could still smell his boyfriend's scent all over the sheets and pillows.

"Kurt?"

He heard his name being called from the top of the stairs. He sat up once more and saw Blaine walking down them with a smile on his face a large mug of coffee in his hand.

"You weren't here when I woke up," Kurt said with a small pout.

"Aw, I'm sorry," Blaine apologized, setting the coffee down on the nightstand and settling next to Kurt on the bed. He brushed a stray strand of hair away from Kurt's tired eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I've been helping everyone set up."

"But I was cold," Kurt protested, urging Blaine to put his arms around his naked torso. Blaine did so happily and held Kurt close.

"We've spoiled ourselves you know," Blaine pointed out. "Spending all these nights together. It's seriously going to suck when school rolls around."

"Yeah but it's my birthday."

"Aw, I know. I'm sorry, I should have been here. But I wanted to let you sleep while everyone cleaned and stuff."

"Well…I guess I can forgive you for being chivalrous."

Blaine smiled against Kurt's hair. "Thank you. Now have some coffee," Blaine said, handing Kurt the mug. "And then you can get ready."

"What time is it?" Kurt wondered, sipping the coffee gratefully and sighing in a…very inappropriate way.

Blaine simply blinked, watching Kurt's throat work as he swallowed the steaming liquid down.

"Blaine?"

"What?" His eyes snapped back to Kurt's.

"What are you looking at…?"

Blaine coughed and stood quickly. "It's uh…just after noon. And…I should get back to…helping. Yeah. I need to help Carole with…stuff."

Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Yeah. Just…don't make those noises when other people are around. Or right now. I…I'll see you upstairs."

Blaine was walking backwards and tripped on the bottom stair. He would have fallen down if he hadn't grasped the railing in time. He promptly stood straight, then bowed to Kurt, turned, and darted up the stairs.

What in the seven levels of hell was that?

Kurt shook his head free of confusion and finished his coffee before climbing out of bed and into the shower.

When he was finally clean, dressed, and had his hair just perfect, he made his way upstairs to see Finn and Burt setting up a few extra chairs, Carole pulling a cake out of the oven, and Blaine leaning over the kitchen island counter talking to her about something or another.

Holy…Blaine's ass looked far too good in those jeans.

He didn't get to look for much longer because Burt saw him and swept him into a hug.

"Happy Birthday, kiddo," Burt said affectionately.

"Thanks Dad," Kurt returned with a blush when his father released him.

"Kurt, honey!" Carole rushed over to him, oven mitts still on her hands, and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. He saw Blaine standing against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest with a smile plastered to his face. "Happy Birthday, sweetheart."

"Thanks Carole. You…didn't let Blaine help with the cake…did you?"

"No, he said he was going to leave the baking expertise to me," Carole assured with a pat to his arm. "He did seem kind of sad about it though."

"If you knew about the squirrel, you'd understand."

"The squirrel?"

"Nothing!" Blaine cut in, walking over to them. "Don't worry about it. Long story."

When Blaine got closer to Kurt, he was finally able to see around his family and notice exactly what Kurt had decided to wear today. Those…those black jeans. They were…really tight. And he had on this button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up so Blaine could see the pale, delicate skin of his forearms. The vest he wore was black too, with this odd zipper thing and…

Oh my god. Kurt looked delicious.

He can't look delicious! Kurt can't look like that, not when he and Blaine had to be around Kurt's family and their friends all day.

Truth be told, after Kurt had told him about the…birthday present that he wanted…Blaine couldn't get the idea out of his head. They were already having sex like, almost every night. But they were both horny teenagers. And now…getting Kurt into bed and pushing his cock inside…

Ah! NO. Blaine shook his head to clear his extremely inappropriate thoughts. Kurt's dad was right fucking there.

"We should go to the store and get drinks!" Blaine interjected.

"That's a wonderful idea, Blaine, honey!" Carole swooned. "You and Kurt do that and by the time you get back, the cake will be ready and we can order pizza and everyone will start showing up!"

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and dragged him out of the house and into his car.

"Why are you acting so weird?" Kurt finally asked when they were pulling out of the driveway. "You're all…fidgety."

"No I'm not. I'm not."

"Blaine," Kurt said giving him a hard look.

"You look really hot!" Blaine admitted loudly, eyes locked on the road. "I'm sorry."

Kurt snorted and shook his head in amusement. "Wait, you're apologizing because you think I look hot?"

"I'm apologizing for the fact that I almost bent your over the counter and fucked you senseless right in front of your parents," Blaine clarified. He had to reach his hand between his legs and adjust his jeans because they were now pressing rather uncomfortably against his hard on.

Kurt watched the movement of Blaine's hands with a gaping mouth. He licked his lips.

"You should unzip your pants," Kurt suggested. Well…not really suggested, per say.

"I – what?"

"I'll help," Kurt said, reaching over while Blaine's hands clutched the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Kurt undid the button and zipper in record time, pulling the opening of the jeans apart and reaching inside. He pulled Blaine's cock out and licked at the already purpling head.

"Fuck – Kurt…"

"Please don't crash the car."

That was all Kurt said before he swallowed Blaine whole. He was salivating at the whole thought of this. He felt the car lurch to a stop, assuming Blaine had either pulled over or they hit a red light. It didn't matter because he had Blaine's cock in his mouth and he could feel Blaine trying to thrust up. He swirled his tongue all around the thick shaft, letting his teeth graze the tender flesh just a tiny bit. Blaine hissed above him and Kurt suddenly felt a hand curl in his hair. He moaned around Blaine's cock which, in turn, caused Blaine to moan as well.

"Oh my…fuck!"

There was a honk behind them, signaling the light had turned green but Blaine hadn't been paying attention, so he pressed his foot down on the accelerator while simultaneously thrusting up into Kurt's willing mouth once again. Kurt moved his wet mouth up and down, occasionally letting his tongue lick the salty pre-come off the tip of Blaine's cock. Then he sucked. Hard. Thankfully, they had reached the parking lot of the store and Blaine pulled a shitty parking job near the back of the lot but fuck, it so did not matter right now. He kept one hand on Kurt's head and let the other fall onto Kurt's back while Kurt continued to suck him.

"Kurt…baby, I'm…nngh…"

This was so not going to last long.

Kurt slid his lips down as far as he could, his cheeks concave from how hard he was sucking. Blaine felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Kurt's throat and he was gone. He was coming hard into his boyfriend's mouth, right down his throat, whispering Kurt's name over and over again like some magic mantra. He was still panting heavily when he felt Kurt's lips release his softened, sensitized cock and tuck it back into his boxers, zipping his jeans back up.

Blaine's head was tilted back on the headrest, his chest heaving. When he turned his head, he found Kurt sitting in the passenger seat with a smug smile on his face and a bit of spit on the corner of his mouth. He reached over with a weak arm and wiped it away.

"Happy Birthday?" he breathed, his voice rough.

Kurt giggled and leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to Blaine's dry lips. "Seems like a happy birthday so far."

He watched Kurt climb out of the car, getting a really good view of his ass in those tight jeans.

Holy shit, Kurt Hummel was going to be the death of him.

When they returned home, loaded down with multiple twelve packs of soda, Carole had the cake iced and decorated.

"Chocolate?" Kurt asked happily.

"Chocolate on chocolate!" Carole said with a grin.

"You're an angel."

"I ordered the pizza," Finn thought to put in.

"You're actually going to eat pizza?" Blaine wondered as he set down the last pack of sodas onto the counter.

"It's my birthday. I can do whatever I want," Kurt said with a glare.

"Hey!" Blaine said, holding his hands up in surrender. "I just figured that since it was your birthday, you'd want to make everyone else eat what you wanted."

"This is the one day a year he allows himself to go all out," Burt said with a bit of sarcasm in his voice, as if he was thoroughly baffled by the fact that pizza itself fulfilled the 'all out' clause.

"Yes. And besides, I'm a health nut. Not a sadist."

"Whatever you say," Blaine countered, hiding his smile.

"I can be a sadist if you prefer," Kurt said simply.

"Can we…not talk about…either one of you being sadists?" Burt begged.

Kurt smiled and then there was a knock on the door. His house quickly began filling with all of his friends from Glee club. The pizza arrived and was devoured by all, including Kurt, who sat nestled on the sofa under Blaine's arm. Everyone else was scattered about the living room.

"So I hear from Hudson that you two go at it like rabbits," Puck threw into the conversation casually.

Blaine choked on his pizza crust and Kurt's head snapped to Finn.

"I thought we agreed to not divulge the details of my personal life with Noah Puckerman," Kurt said hotly.

"I just…it just kind of…"

"He was going on and on about how it wasn't fair that hobbit number two gets to stay the night in your bed when hobbit number one can't sleep in his," Puck clarified.

"Hobbit number two?" Blaine asked quizzically.

Puck shrugged. "Better than gay boy," he said offhandedly after he finished stuffing his face with another slice of pizza.

"I suppose so," Blaine agreed.

"So like…how often?" Puck continued with an evil smirk.

"I do believe that's none of your business, Noah," Kurt put in.

"I'll take that as a 'we're at it almost every night and probably sometimes during the day too'."

With the recent experience of Kurt sucking him off in the car, Blaine blushed furiously and ducked his head. Kurt glared but he didn't refute the point.

"Can I get a bro-fist, Anderson?" Puck asked, holding out his fist.

Just as Blaine was about to hold his fist up as well, Kurt shoved his arm down. "Don't you dare."

Everyone started laughing loudly and they were saved from further embarrassment when Burt and Carole walked in with her large, homemade chocolate cake, complete with seventeen individually lit candles.

The chorus of the Happy Birthday song filled the air immediately. As all of his friends sang, Kurt looked around at everyone with a huge smile, even at Puck. Even though he had a mind that constantly resided in the gutter, he'd proven himself to be a good friend. He saw Tina, Quinn, Artie, Mike, Mercedes, Brittany, Rachel, Sam and Santana all grinning broadly as they sang, their eyes alight with genuine love for him. Finn had that crooked, happy little smirk on his face as his eyes met Kurt's. In between sixteen and seventeen he had gained a true brother; he was someone who was willing to stand between Kurt and his bullies. Sure, it might have taken him a while to really get to that point, but they were here now. He finally turned to Blaine.

Beautiful Blaine.

His eyes were warm with affection and his stunning smile filled the room with light. Blaine was the person he really was most thankful for.

So when it was time to blow out his candles, Kurt realized he didn't need to wish for anything more. Because the people that he loved were all in this room together and that was all he could ever wish for.

Thank you, he thought as he blew out the candles.

He felt Blaine reach over and wipe away a stray tear that had fallen onto Kurt's cheek unknowingly.

Maybe seventeen did feel a little different than sixteen, Kurt decided as everyone clapped around him.

Later, after everyone had had their fill of Carole's delicious cake, they were all crowded around the kitchen table while Kurt opened his gifts. His favorite gifts so far included a few authentic Hermes scarves from Carole and five new song books filled with Broadway Classics from Rachel. When he finished opening all the gifts that had been on the table, he finally noticed there wasn't one from Blaine.

"I have to go get yours from me," Blaine said when he noticed they were done with everyone else's presents. He rushed off into a room (not Kurt's, Kurt noticed) and returned with a large box that he was holding and walking with very, very carefully.

"I hope it's not another coat," Kurt groaned. "I don't think I can handle that."

"It isn't," Blaine promised with a laugh. "It's actually…pretty silly." He set the box down gingerly on the table. "I wanted to preface this saying that I actually planned on giving you the ring for your birthday." Blaine nodded to the ring which still resided on Kurt's finger. Kurt unconsciously reached down to stroke the band lovingly. "But I decided to give it to you before then 'cause…well, I didn't exactly want you turning me down in front of all of your friends."

"I wouldn't have done that," Kurt protested.

"Maybe. But I still wasn't taking any chances." Blaine shrugged and kissed Kurt's cheek. "So I got you this instead."

Blaine unfolded the top flaps of the box, reached in, and pulled out…

A giant…vase…thing.

Filled with water.

And pretty little stones at the bottom.

And…

"You got me a fish?" Kurt squeaked, peering down at the thing.

It was indeed a fish, a beta fish to be exact. It was a beautiful blue color, but the blue faded into a pretty sea foam green at the tail.

"Yeah," Blaine said lamely. Though he looked as if he was trying to suppress a grin.

"You…it's a fish!"

"Mhmm."

"It's really pretty," Kurt said, moving his face closer to the vase to get a better look.

"It's ah…I got that one because…the color reminds me of…your…uh…your eyes."

Kurt looked up and saw that Blaine was blushing. All of the girls were practically swooning. Kurt half expected them to burst out into something along the lines of 'why didn't you get me a fish' to their respective boyfriends. But they didn't, for which Kurt was grateful. Kurt had to bite his lip to keep the goofy smile off his face. He did indeed remember Blaine's words when he woke up in the hospital, about wanting them to have a cat or a puppy or a fish in their future.

"Is this some kind of…inside joke thing?" Finn finally asked aloud. "Because Kurt isn't really a…pet person."

"It's not really a joke, but yes. It's a thing between the two of us," Kurt clarified as he moved over to Blaine, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck. "I love it."

"You do?" Blaine asked hopefully. Kurt could see something in Blaine's eyes. It resembled that look he had when he had given Kurt the promise ring.

"I do," Kurt assured him, giving Blaine a very chaste kiss. "I don't know what to name it though."

"You should call the fishy Klaine," Brittany put in from across the table. "Like how Finn and Rachel are Finchel and me and Artie are Bartie? You guys can be Klaine."

Kurt inwardly sighed. These name mashups were pretty silly to him, but when he saw the huge smile spreading across Blaine's face…he knew he couldn't stop it.

"Klaine it is," Kurt said with finality.

Blaine kissed his cheek and whispered in Kurt's ear. "I like the name Klaine. A lot."

"Me too," Kurt returned softly.

Later that night, Klaine was settled happily on Kurt's desk. Kurt and Blaine however, were grinding against each other while standing up, their lips clumsily mashed together.

"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, his voice gone deep and husky. "Because we can wait."

"Shut up and take your clothes off," Kurt demanded, quickly removing his own vest and starting on the buttons of his shirt. "I've been waiting for this all day and I won't let your gentlemanly nature get in the way of your cock up my ass tonight."

"Jesus Christ," Blaine groaned, hastily pulling his shirt over his head before reaching back to Kurt. He wound his arms around his boyfriend's waist and then slid his hands down and grabbing Kurt's ass roughly. "You don't know how good you look in these jeans."

"Oh you wouldn't prefer them off of me?" Kurt teased, bending down to nip at Blaine's lower lip, pulling a moan out of the other boy.

At that, Blaine reached between them and fumbled with the button and zipper of Kurt's skin-tight jeans. Kurt was right, he decided. He much preferred Kurt with nothing on at all. He promptly pulled the jeans and Kurt's underwear down his legs in one swift movement before pulling the rest of his own clothing off and pushing Kurt down onto the bed. He licked at Kurt's lips and then trailed his wet tongue down Kurt's chin, down his neck, over a pebbled nipple, and down his smooth, taut stomach.

"Pull your knees up," Blaine ordered with a gravelly voice, pressing a kiss to the top of Kurt's already leaking cock.

Kurt moaned but obeyed quickly as Blaine retrieved the lube from Kurt's dresser drawer and coated his fingers thoroughly. Holy…when he turned back to Kurt, the sight nearly took his breath away. Kurt was so…so fucking beautiful and pale and…and he looked so wanton. His legs were spread open eagerly, revealing his entrance. Blaine brought his slick fingers up and pressed two of them in slowly. They'd done enough fingering lately that Blaine didn't need to worry about hurting his lover all that much, but he still went slow.

"M – more," Kurt stuttered. "I need…please…"

Blaine added a third finger, spreading them around and stretching Kurt as quickly and meticulously as possible. He looked up from between Kurt's legs to see his chest blushed pink and his head thrown back in ecstasy, moaning like some…oh god…he had to pause in his preparations just to get himself in check. Otherwise…this was going to all be over far quicker than intended.

"I want you inside me," Kurt moaned softly. He looked down to catch Blaine's eyes. "I want you."

Blaine gave a shaky nod and snatched a condom out of the drawer, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth. He tossed the foil thing aside and his nervous hands rolled the condom on slowly. He urged Kurt to lie on the bed the proper way and shoved a pillow under Kurt's hips before slicking his cock up with plenty of lubricant.

"You…" Blaine had to swallow before speaking again. "It might be…easier on you if you were on all fours."

Kurt shook his head quickly. "I wanna see you."

"Okay…yeah. Okay." He exhaled a shaky breath and climbed back onto the bed, covering Kurt's body with his.

"Hey," Kurt said quietly, bringing a soft, warm hand to stroke at Blaine's cheek. "You seem more nervous about this than I do."

"I just…I don't want to hurt you," Blaine admitted.

Kurt smiled and kissed him gently, their lips moving slowly and languidly. "We both know it's going to hurt a little. But it'll pass, you told me so."

"I know. I know I did. But…it's going to really hurt you this first time."

"You'll go slow. I know you will."

"And I'll stop when you tell me to," Blaine finished

"Yes, you will. Are you ready?"

"Yeah. Yes."

Kurt kissed Blaine's forehead. "Good. Because I'm dying here."

Blaine laughed nervously and nodded. "Lift your legs up again."

Kurt obeyed and Blaine positioned his cock at Kurt's entrance. He kissed him once more on the lips and pushed in as gently as he could.

He felt Kurt tense immediately. He paused. Kurt was biting his lip so hard he thought he might draw blood. Okay it did hurt more than he was initially expecting. It hurt a fucking hell of a lot. But he didn't need to say anything because Blaine had stopped, allowing Kurt to get used to intrusion. He didn't start moving again until Kurt used his hands to press down against his back, urging him deeper. Blaine pressed in more. He moved his hips excruciatingly slowly towards Kurt's.

He was doing his very best to not thrust. Kurt was so tight. So incredibly, amazingly, beautifully tight. And the way Kurt looked…he was panting and his lips were red and his head was thrown back and…

Oh god he was finally all the way in.

"I love you," Blaine breathed when he was finally completely buried deep inside Kurt.

Kurt's eyes fluttered open and they found Blaine's. He gave a slow smile and released a sigh. He slid his hands up Blaine's sweaty, tense back.

"I love you too."

Blaine bent his head down and settled himself on his elbows. He let his quivering lips press against Kurt's red, parted ones and then slowly pulled out, feeling Kurt moan into the closed mouthed kiss. He slid back in and Kurt wrapped his long legs around Blaine's waist, but the grip was tentative.

"Tighter," Blaine whispered, pressing their foreheads together. "I want to be as close to you as I can."

Kurt did as Blaine wanted, pulling his legs tighter and Blaine closer and deeper. Blaine didn't move his hips, he simply held them there, pressed firmly against Kurt. He'd never felt closer to another person than in this moment. He let his face hover above Kurt's and couldn't keep from smiling as he released a shaky breath. He let his fingers stroke Kurt's flushed cheeks tenderly.

I love you, I love you, I love you, Blaine thought.

On his part, Kurt simply stared up at Blaine, staring deep into the warm brown eyes that were brimming with affection. Here they were, intimate as ever, close as they'd ever get, and Kurt couldn't love Blaine Anderson any more than he did in this moment. He would have started crying if Blaine hadn't started moving his hips again and oh fuck…it still stung like mad but holy shit…everything felt so right. They fit together so perfectly, they moved together so well and everything was just…oh god.

Blaine thrust his hips slowly and surely, his eyes never leaving Kurt's. He felt like he wasn't breathing, he felt like time had stopped and it was just them. The world outside didn't exist, no one hated them for this, no one thought they were horrible people. They were simply two boys in love and they were loving each other. Every movement was tender and beautiful and Blaine adjusted the angle of his hips which caused Kurt to whine below him and claw at Blaine's back.

"This is…"

"I know," Kurt nodded.

And he did know.

"We're…"

"Perfect," Blaine finished.

And they were.

Blaine only sped up the pace a little bit, but he kept his angle steady, wanting to wring out every bit of pleasure for Kurt.

"I'm…I…"

"I know," Blaine nodded. They were both close and they hadn't even sped up their movements that much.

But something about the way they were doing this, something about how they held each other, something in their bodies recognized the love inside them. That heat inside them turned to boiling and their eyes never left each other when they're breathing turned to groaning and they never stopped staring when Blaine brushed against that magic spot inside Kurt just one more time and that was that. They came together, the words 'I love you' spilling from both of their lips as Kurt came between them and Blaine came deep inside of him, not moving anymore at all. They rode the long, glorious high together in stillness.

Just as they'd done everything together before.

They were right for each other in every conceivable way.

END.