Kurts blond lashes fluttered. His rosy lips parted. His pale fingers quivered on Blaines brown skin. Curling his toes and arching his shoulders, Kurt sighed and opened his eyes, nearly blinded by a bright, summer sun glimmering through his window. He squeaked and burrowed into a warm chest. Blaines body rumbled with a low laugh, and he ran his fingers through Kurts messy hair, "Happy birthday, my little sweetheart."

Kurt lifted his cheek from Blaines collarbone and he put his chin on his hard chest, blue eyes peeking up at Blaines amused expression. His nose scrunched when he sniffed something sweet with a hint of a spice, maybe cinnamon. He glanced to his right and spotted plates of cinnamon muffins, cheesecake, and two medium drips. His mouth watered and his stomach gurgled. "Oh, Blaine!" He chirped, perking up then hissing when the blankets fell off his back and a cool breeze flirted with his skin. Blaine gathered the blankets around the two of them again, the smile on his face growing wider. "You didnt do all of this for me, did you?"

"No," Blaine snorted, reaching for the plates and dragging them closer, "because one of those muffins is mine."

Kurt was still touched, "How sweet of you." Before he reached for the warm cheesecake, he tilted his head and pressed his lips to Blaines, an even tastier treat than the slice of cake. "Remind me to tell you more often that you are the best boyfriend ever. I feel so spoiled. You werent up early to make this, were you?"

"Kurt, stop worrying and dig in." Blaine slid the plate of cheesecake toward Kurt, "Youve been eyeing this."

"Mm..." Kurt scooped a bite into his mouth, then collected another and held it to Blaines lips, "you must share it with me. Its so delicious, Blaine. Youre an amazing cook!"

Blaine lapped his tongue along the fork, then he started to scoot out from under Kurt. Kurt distracted himself from his wonderful breakfast long enough to look alarmed at Blaine. Blaine soothed him with a kiss, "Ill be back in a minute. Im going to run you a bath."

Kurt stroked Blaines face, "Breakfast-in-bed and a bath? Blaine, if you do any more Ill feel so guilty."

A wicked smirk curved Blaines lips, "Would getting in with you and massaging every inch of your skin with my tongue make you feel anything but good, honey?"

Kurt shivered and blinked, but he was speechless.

Satisfied, Blaine turned away and strode out of the room. A moment later, Kurt heard the water spraying into the bathtub. He swallowed the cheesecake on his tongue and looked at his food, wondering if he hurriedly devoured everything he might get into Blaines arms any faster.

But when Blaine was in one of these moods, Kurt knew hed take his time to torture him, so he picked up one of the muffins and nibbled at the top, savoring every flavor bursting on his tongue.

At last, Blaine strode back into the room and stopped at the end of the bed. And suddenly Kurt couldnt remember that he even had a muffin in his hand because Blaine was absolutely nude, not a strip of cloth covering his powerful body. Kurt choked on the bite hed been chewing and stared at Blaine, unable to help himself from glancing between his muscular thighs to his engorged cock. A blush bloomed on his skin, from his toes to his hairline, almost as if he was the naked one.

Blaine, not self-conscious at all, glanced down at his stiff cock and cupped it in his hand, lazily stroking the tip. Pre-cum dribbled onto the tip of his finger, and he smeared it onto the dark, veiny shaft. "Kurt, where is our strawberry flavored lube?"

Kurts skin absolutely flamed and his hands began shaking. Blaine knew where the lube was! Was he trying to provoke Kurt? Not looking away from Blaine, Kurt twisted and pulled at the handle of the drawer of their nightstand, and he picked through their lubes until his trembling fingers closed around the bottle. He held it out to Blaine, and he bent to take it from Kurt. His face was just centimeters from Kurts, and Kurt could see the darkness in Blaines eyes, the faint flush to his cheeks. His neck was straining, jaw clenched.

Blaine stood upright again, his fingers twisting the cap until it popped off. He squirted a small amount onto his finger, then put it to his lips. He stared at Kurt as he slid the finger into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing when he sucked the lube onto his tongue. The finger popped out and he licked his lips, noisily moaning.

Kurt twitched, a sound slipping from his throat.

"Your muffins are getting cold, Kurt," Blaine reminded him like it was casual conversation, coming closer to the bed and setting the bottle just lower than Kurts tiny feet.

Kurt nipped the top off his muffin and chewed, his mouth numb to any of the deliciousness hed delighted in before Blaine came in. He watched Blaine squirt a generous pool of lube onto two of his fingers, and, to Kurts surprise, Blaine put his hand behind his back. His other hand squeezed his bulging sac, but Kurt was blind to anything but the way Blaines hips popped as he pushed his ass onto his fingers. Kurt moved his head to see those two fingers disappear inside his puckered hole, and Blaine spun when he realized what Kurt wanted.

His ass cheeks were peeled apart and his slicked up fingers were scissoring inside of himself, sliding deeper and deeper into that tight heat. "Oh," Kurt whimpered, as if he was the one being pleasured.

Blaine grunted and moved until the backs of his knees hit the bed, and he bent over to push himself closer to his prostate. Whimpering, he swiveled his hips and fucked himself on his fingers.

They slid back out of his hole, then Blaine slammed them in, hips jerking and fingers curling. He brushed his prostate and a whine escaped him, "Kurt."

"Oh, Blaine!" Kurt squeaked, writhing because he was so needy to be touched by Blaines wet mouth and hands.

Blaine popped his fingers out and whipped around, pouncing on Kurt. He flung his arms around Kurt and sloppily kissed his lips, tongues dancing between their mouths. His erection bumped Kurts with every grind of his hips.

Moving down Kurts body, Blaine pressed kisses over Kurts jaw, neck, and chest. He paused at Kurts stomach, lips lingering over his belly button, hot breaths blowing from his mouth. Sticking his tongue out, Blaine licked the tiny hole, then clenched his buttocks in his strong hands.

He bundled Kurt in his arms and threw his legs off the bed, stomping out of the room and into the bathroom with Kurt wrapped around him. Slamming the door behind himself, Blaine set Kurt on his feet and gently stripped his nightgown from his pale, porcelain body. His mouth watered at the sight of his precious skin, all of it bared and needing to be kissed and admired.

Blaine took Kurt against his chest and he guided him toward the bath, stepping into the steaming water then lifting Kurt in. He set Kurt down so he straddled his hips, and Kurt didnt even take a minute to appreciate the hot water splashing his skin before his lips covered Blaines.

Their tongues twisted and sighs blew into each others mouths. Kurts hands found Blaines face and one of his arms, squeezing the taut and soaked muscles. Both of Blaines hands covered Kurts butt.

Kurt left Blaines mouth, and at first Blaine grumbled until Kurt stuck his tongue out on Blaines neck and licked to the middle of his chest. "You taste so salty," he moaned, his lips drifting to Blaines trimmed pubes. He rubbed his bottom lip across his abdomen, then took Blaines head in his small mouth.

He pressed a kiss to the tip, his lips popping as he moved to the side of Blaines cock and licked a large, protruding vein. Returning to the tip, Kurt took it between his lips and bobbed his head, sinking until Blaines tip jabbed the back of his throat.

Suddenly, Kurt popped off his cock and he lifted his head to kiss Blaines mouth again. Blaine tasted the strawberry lube and salty pre-cum on his tongue, and it was so sexy.

Kurt placed his hands on Blaines shoulders and boosted himself up, then he plopped onto his cock. A small shriek pierced the quiet of the room, and Blaine snarled and nipped Kurts bottom lip, tugging it until he feared it would bruise. "Oh, Blaine," Kurt whispered, pointing his nose at the ceiling.

Blaine pressed his lips to the hollow of his throat and suckled a dark spot onto his pale skin, wanting to mark him with himself.

Kurts blue eyes popped open and he gazed into the gold of Blaines beautiful eyes, "You are the best boyfriend ever."

Blaine tightened his arm around Kurts waist and lifted him off the last stair, setting him on the soft carpets of the living room. Finn, who was sitting on the couch and stroking Pavarotti, immediately scrambled to his feet and rushed over to Kurt. He enveloped Kurt in a tight embrace, slipping a present into his hands. "Happy nineteenth, Kurt," he grinned.

"Oh, merci," Kurt followed Finn to the couch and perched in the middle, giving both Finn and Blaine room to squish him from either side.

Blaine crossed his ankles and laid his arm across the back of the couch, his hand finding Kurts shoulder as Kurt patted his lap and urged Pavarotti to hop onto him. The little bird scampered across Finns thighs and curled up against Kurts stomach.

"Are you having a good birthday, Kurt?" Carole asked, a smile flicking at her lips.

Kurt smiled and snuggled into Blaines side, "Its lovely, Carole. Thank you. I couldnt ask for anything better than spending it with my family. And all of my friends are celebrating during glee club on Monday!"

Finn patted Kurts knee, "Why dont you open your presents? I dont know about anyone else, but I spent a long time finding the perfect gift for you. I even went to Blaine for help."

Considering the box Finn had handed him, Kurt stroked his fingers over the silver bow. He plucked it off and set it aside, giggling when Pavarotti stretched his neck and nipped it, dragging it closer to himself. Kurt pulled at the wrapping paper and pushed it away, revealing a black box with the Louis Vuitton label on top.

Kurt peeled the lid off and a locket necklace spilled into his hands. A gasp slipped from his throat as he ran his fingers over the silver chain. "Oh, Finn..." he whispered, cupping the heart locket with a K engraved in it, "its so beautiful. Thank you." He glanced at his boyfriend and stroked his cheek, "And thank you for helping."

"Theres no picture in it yet." Finn cleared his throat, his skin flushed as Kurt admired his gift, "I thought that... you know... you could take a picture of something you like and keep whatever you want to remember about America with you when you go back to France."

"Finn," Kurt leaned into Finn and wrapped his arms around his neck, "its a wonderful gift. I will think of you every day because of it."

Blaine pulled Kurt against his thighs and he took the necklace, laying it on Kurts shoulders. He clasped it and the heart dropped to Kurts collarbones, a cool weight on his sensitive skin. Rubbing Kurts shoulders, Blaine muttered, "Youre so pretty."

Kurt touched the necklace, more than pleased with the way it shimmered and glowed against his pale skin.

"Looks nice, Kurt," Burt approved and nudged Carole, who instantly leaned over the arm of her chair and grabbed a thin, wide square. Blaine stood and walked across the room to take the heavy gift from her, then he returned to Kurt and scooted so close that there was no space between them. He kept the gift on his lap so it didnt crush Kurt. "Kurt, honey... this is something Carole and I put together. Take it with you when you go to France. Youll need it."

Kurt and Blaine started peeling at the corners of the wrapping paper. Blaine tore it away and crumpled it up, then tossed it to Pavarotti who chased after it with his beak and dropped it on top of his bow.

Blaine returned his attention to the gift and furrowed his brows at a picture frame decorated in photos of a blue eyed boy, most of them of when Kurt was very young, but quite a few of Kurt as a teenager. The first was of a gorgeous, blue eyed woman in a hospital bed, clutching a bundle of pink blanket and soft baby to her chest. The next was of Burt, also clinging to a tiny baby who was gazing up at him with dancing eyes, a wrinkled nose, and a toothless smile.

Blaine flicked his eyes to one of Kurt-probably five or six-proudly posing in a showgirl costume. He skipped over to a little Kurt standing by his mom, both with glittery microphones at their lips as they belted out a song.

The next one caused Blaine hesitation, a sore ache in his heart, as he looked at a picture of a young Kurt kneeling by his moms grave with a rose twined between his fingers. Blaine lifted his eyes from the picture and glanced at Kurts lovely face, his lips curved and cheeks flushed as he made over one of the pictures.

Blaine followed his eyes to the middle of the frame, where some of the more recent pictures were. One was of Finn and Kurt after Regionals, and another of Kurt showing off Pavarotti, who had been dressed up in a tiny, feather boa scarf. But the one Kurt seemed most fond of was the picture right in the center of the frame, one of him and Blaine. Blaine was smiling and turned slightly away from the camera, eyes on Kurts waist, while Kurt cupped Blaines cheek in his hand and pressed his lips to the corner of his mouth.

"Oh..." Kurts weak voice brought him back to himself, away from all of those memories, and he glanced up to Kurts teary, flushed face. Blaine moved to pull him into his arms, and Kurt clung to his chest, a weepy smile tugging at his lips. "Dad, Carole, this is... so magnificent. You all have given me such a perfect birthday."

"Hey, dont cry." Finn wrapped an arm around Kurt and squeezed him, "You deserve every bit of it. Youre an amazing person, Kurt, and we all love you so much. Youre the greatest brother I could have ever asked for. Who else would have told me that blue is a good color for my room?"

Kurt laughed, his eyes shining, "You would be lost without me."

Finn released his brother and glanced at Blaine, who was unaware of anything but Kurt as he ran his fingers through his hair, eyes glazed with adoration, "Blaine, why dont you give Kurt your present and then we can dig into that chocolate fountain and the strawberry cake?"

Kurts eyes flew open wide, "Chocolate fountain? Oh, how yummy!"

Blaine massaged the nape of his neck, needing some way to tell Kurt that he couldnt have his gift, not yet. Blaine did have it, but he wasnt ready. He couldnt do it now, not after all the planning he and Santana had put into it. "Sweetheart, I-"

Before he had a chance to mumble through any kind of excuse and disappoint Kurt, though, someone knocked obnoxiously loudly on the door. Finns brows scooted together and he got up, "Maybe thats Santana," he assumed. "Blaine, she said she was coming over today, right?"

Blaine didnt answer and wrapped his arms around Kurt, who was peeking around Blaine to see who it might be.

Finn opened the door and narrowed his eyes at the visitors, but barely had a chance to get a look at them before the dark headed man mauled him down. Throwing his arms apart, Cooper shouted, "Blainey!"

A smile broke out on Blaines face, and he untangled himself from Kurt to rush over to his brother. The two men almost tackled each other. After getting all of their back slapping and shoulder clapping out of the way, Blaine pulled away from Coop and looked at his family, "Burt, Carole, Finn, this is my brother, Cooper."

"Its so great to finally meet the family thats been taking care of my little brother," Cooper cooed, playfully pinching one of Blaines cheeks. Blaine swatted his hand away. He looked around the room and finally zeroed in on Kurt, then his arms flew open again, nearly whacking Blaine in the chest, "Hey, theres the birthday boy!"

"Salut, Cooper!" Kurt squeaked and jumped from his seat after placing Pavarotti and his bow aside. Cooper snatched Kurt up and lifted him off his feet.

"Hows your birthday, Kurt?" Coop set him back down but kept his arms in his hands, "I smell a delicious cake somewhere."

"Oh, Blaine made all of the food and its excellent!" Kurt thrilled in saying, "I was just finishing opening my presents and then well slice the cake. You must have a piece."

"Sounds good," Coop let go of Kurt, who instantly huddled into Blaine. He returned to the door, which Finn had disappeared out of. "Honey, I told you Id get the luggage later! Come on inside." He turned and rolled his eyes at Blaine, "Alicias always outdoing herself. She wont ever rest."

"Alicia?" Blaine looked concerned and strode up to the door, then walked outside.

Kurt didnt know whether to watch Blaine or offer Cooper a drink and tell him to make himself at home. When he figured that he couldnt do much as far as Blaine was concerned, Kurt glanced at Cooper and tugged him toward the couches, "Please, sit down. Have you come here just for my birthday? I appreciate you traveling all this way to visit us."

Cooper lowered onto one of the couch cushions and Kurt perched beside of him, "Of course I wanted to celebrate your birthday, Kurt... but I also thought that with Alicia being due so soon that itd be easier to keep her here. The meetings and paparazzi got to be too much for her, and its quieter out here. I talked to Blaine and he said that itd be best, but... would it be alright with you and your family, or I am I asking too much?"

Kurt opened his mouth to reply, but Carole was quicker, "Of course, sweetie. Any family of Blaines is family of ours. We have an extra room upstairs... a few doors down from Blaine and Kurt. When did you say Alicias due date was?"

Finn returned with a bunch of suitcases tucked under his arms, and a moment later Blaine stepped through the door and helped a panting Alicia inside, one hand squeezing Blaines arm and the other on her bloated stomach.

Caroles question had obviously been answered, but Cooper still muttered, "Next month."

"I feel like it could be any minute, though," Alicia grumbled, plopping beside of Kurt when Blaine guided her over to the couch.

"Do you need something, Alicia?" Blaine asked, brows pushed together, "A drink?"

"No thanks, Blaine." Alicia covered her forehead with her hand, "I just need a second to collect myself. No pregnant woman should ever be stuffed up in a limo for that long."

Blaine picked Kurt up and took his spot between Alicia and Cooper, then pulled him onto his lap. Pavarotti, who must have jumped from the couch and ran to hide between Finns legs when Kurt left him alone, poked his beak out from behind Finns shoe. He wiggled when he saw Kurt on the couch and waddled over to Kurts feet, bow still in his beak.

"Hey!" Coop pointed at Kurts bird when he bent to scoop the chirper up, "I remember you, little guy! Im glad you guys still have him."

Pavarotti pawed at Kurt and dropped the bow into his palm, then nipped at his feathers to groom himself.

An uncertain smile twitched onto Blaines lips, "Kurt would never give Pavarotti away." When Kurt gave him a startled look, Blaine soothed him, "Neither would I. But... why?"

Cooper stroked Pavarottis back, interrupting his cleaning. Pavarottis head popped up and he twittered at Cooper. "Alicia and I were thinking about your birthday present, Kurt, and I wanted to get you a limo." He glimpsed at his fiancée, who nodded eagerly, "But Alicia remembered how enthusiastic you were about getting another bird so were going to take you to this nice pet shop in town and-"

Kurts hand flew to his lips, his dimples popping and the corners of his eyes wrinkling, "Another bird? This is fantastic!" He brought his tiny bird to his face and kissed his forehead, much to Pavarottis surprise as he chirped noisily and flapped his wings. "Pavarotti, youll get to choose a friend!"

Pavarotti chirped and spun in a circle, happily showing off under the attention.

Blaine smirked at Kurts eagerness and smoothed his hair, "Kurt, would you like me to drive you over there now?"

Kurt flicked his eyes to Blaine and the smile wavered, "But your gift... Id like to open it first. Any present from you is so special to me, Blaine."

Leaning in for a kiss, Blaine quieted Kurts fretfulness, relieved that hed practically been handed the perfect excuse to delay his gift, "Well, then, make it worth waiting for."

Blaine put his hands in his pockets and walked about a foot behind Alicia and Kurt, the latter chattering to Pavarotti about how his new friend had to be kind to him and he couldnt just pick him or her for looks, and that he or she should preferably enjoy Broadway musicals and fashion. Alicia kept her hand on Kurts arm, staggering to not lose her balance. Cooper strode beside of Blaine, his eyes on his fiancée just as Blaine looked out for Kurt.

Cooper suddenly chuckled to himself and shook his head, and Blaine glanced at him, "You know whats funny? I think Kurts gotten more beautiful than the last time I saw him, and that seemed pretty impossible."

Blaines face screwed up, "What?"

Smiling at Blaine, Coop patted his shoulder, "I dunno. He just seems happy. He can barely keep his eyes off you. You know, Im really proud of you, Blaine."

Blaine still didnt understand what Cooper was getting at, "Why?"

"Youve become a man," Cooper muttered, arching his brows at Blaine. "Dont get defensive, Blaine. Im complimenting you. Kurts so delicate-his feelings... everything about him..." Coop made a gesture with his hand that clued Blaine in that he was referring to their sex life, "In the beginning I really thought you were going to break his heart. Not a year ago you were acting out, bullying people, hanging around that kid... I cant even remember his name now. You werent happy, Blaine. Now you... are. You smile and laugh and youre so close to that family and... and Kurt... him especially. You kiss him and you dont care what anyone thinks. And its a relief to me because I tried helping you... getting you away from what was hurting you... but nothing made a difference. You wouldnt let me in. But you did with Kurt and... youre better now."

Blaine stared at his brother, his face emotionless, his eyes flickering as if he was calculating something. When he heard Kurt squeal, though, he turned to watch Kurt cuddle a white rabbit to his chest. An employee was right behind Kurt, pointing at the rabbits and mumbling what sounded like uninteresting facts about them, but Kurt barely noticed as he cooed over the fluffy bunny.

After a moment, Blaines eyes shot back to his brother, and he took a breath, "Coop... theres something I need to tell you about Karofsky. The boy I hung out with."

Kurt giggled as he handed the rabbit to Alicia and waved the two men over, "Blaine, come here!"

Cooper shook Blaines shoulder, "Later." He pasted a smile onto his face for Kurt and hollered at the guy still blabbing on about something that Blaine didnt care about, "Hey! Where do you keep your canaries?"

The guy was so captivated by Kurt that he didnt hear.

Aggravated, Blaine brushed past his brother and went to stand behind Kurt, who had a brown rabbit in his arms. Blaine slid his hand to Kurts waist and flicked his eyes to the guy, making sure he saw that Blaine had made his claim.

Coop must have sensed Blaines jealousy because he instantly put himself between the employee and his brother, "Oh, I see the canaries now." He squinted between two of the aisles, then took the rabbit from Alicias arms and plopped her in her cage. "Kurt, whatever canary you like, its on me."

"This is Pavarottis choice," Kurt gave the rabbit to Blaine to return to his cage, then snuggled Pavarotti against his chin. "Pavarotti, would you like to pick your new friend now?"

Pavarotti chirped and bobbed, fluffing his feathers to spruce himself up.

Blaine linked their fingers and led Kurt through one of the aisles. At the back of the store there were many cages of birds, but Blaine instantly found the canaries and nudged Kurt up to them. Inside the cage were only a smattering of them, most yellow, some brown, and a tiny white one with a black spot over his right eye curled up in one of the bird nests.

"Oh, theyre so sweet," Kurt grinned at one nipping his feathers, and another bowed over the food bowl, then to his own bird who was eyeing the other canaries with interest. "Pavarotti, do you see anyone you like?"

Pavarotti was still examining his choices.

One of the birds inside the cage noticed the bird outside, and he climbed across the branch to get close to Pavarotti. Kurt brought him near the wire so their beaks almost touched. Suddenly, the bird inside snapped at Pavarotti. Kurt quickly drew Pavarotti to his chest, and Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, prepared to pull him away from the cage in case another bird lashed out.

"Pavarotti, are you okay?" Kurt squished his cheek against Pavarottis, the small bird trembling.

Alicia touched Kurts back, hoping he wasnt discouraged, "Kurt, maybe itd be best if someone reached in to see how the birds react to touch before letting Pavarotti near them."

Blaine reached for the door of the cage and unhooked the latch. He slowly stuck his hand in and avoided the one who had tried to chomp on Pavarotti, going for a small, yellow one who was bobbing his head at Blaines hand. The bird quickly hopped onto Blaines knuckles, and Blaine drew him out.

"Hes harmless," Coop pointed out.

Brushing his fingertips against Kurts, Blaine kept his hand ready to pull away as the bird waddled up to a nervous Pavarotti, then stepped right past him and started climbing Kurts sleeve. "He has no interest in Pavarotti," Kurt sighed, disappointed. Kurt scooped the bird up and stroked the top of his head, "Im sorry, little bird, but I dont think we can take you home."

Blaine took the bird back and set him on his branch, then focused on the one chowing on his lunch. He reached to cup the bird in his palm, but the bird was more interested in his food and darted around the food bowl, clinging to the edge. Blaine shook his head and sighed, "Kurt... sweetheart... Ill take you to another pet shop. Ill get you a bird. None of these birds have caught Pavarottis eye, though."

Alicia pointed at the tiny one in the bird nest, "What about him? Hes been looking at Pavarotti."

Blaine doubted Alicia, but Kurt was gripping the back of Blaines shirt in anxious wanting for his baby to not feel dejected. He slid his fingers underneath the bird, and he hardly twitched, his pointy claws curling and uncurling on Blaines skin as he softly chirped.

Blaine lifted the bird out of the cage and put him close to Kurts hand, and although there wasnt much of a reaction out of the white bird, Pavarotti fluffed himself up and twittered noisily at him. He skittered onto Blaines hand and snuggled into the birds side. The bird made a quiet cheeping sound, but other than that kept to himself.

Kurt smiled as Pavarotti burrowed into the tiny birds feathers and nipped them, preening his choice. "Pavarotti, have you made your decision?"

Pavarotti twittered at Kurt and closed his eyes, a low humming rumbling from his throat.

Cooper laughed heartily, "I think hes a happy bird."

Blaine smoothed his fingers over Pavarottis new friend, "He has blue eyes..." he whispered, looking at Kurt. "Theyre pretty, just like yours."

Kurt flushed at the compliment, then murmured, "Blaine, could you hold them while I look at the clothes? I must find matching outfits for the two of them. Alicia, would you come with me? I always love sisterly advice with fashion."

Kurt and Alicia looped their arms together, and he spilled the two birds into Blaines palms, leaving Blaine and Coop alone as they went to find the aisle for bird goods.

"So..." Coop wiggled his finger in front of the resting birds, but both were too busy with each other to notice him, "what are you going to name the little guy? I was thinking something that references Transformers. Megatron. You like it? Yeah, you do."

Blaine wasnt amused, "Im not naming a bird Megatron. Besides, its up to Kurt."

"Ah, but if you could name him," Cooper pointed out, "Optimus Prime, right? Would... Would you choose Optimus Prime?"

"No," Blaine smiled at his persistent brother. "I like the name Everett."

"Everett?"

Blaines smile quivered, "Coop... have you ever heard of the gay hate crime that happened in Paris a few years ago? A boy was murdered for kissing his boyfriend. There was another boy with them when it happened, and hes never forgotten about it."

Cooper placed a hand on Blaines shoulder, "The one where they never found the murderer?"

Blaine hesitated as if he was calculating again, but he didnt answer that, "His name was Everett."

Cooper didnt reply because Kurt bounced up to them with miniature, coffee brown scarves, and he squealed, "Blaine, look. Arent these pretty? Theyll flatter both of their colors perfectly."

While Kurt got busy bundling his tiny birds up in piles of scarf, Alicia arched her brows, "Did I hear something about a name? Blaine, what did you want to call him?"

Blaine shook his head, "No... I want Kurt to name him-"

Kurt agreed with Alicia, "Oh, Blaine, please name him! You were so kind with letting me name Pavarotti. Itd make me so happy if you named him."

"Yeah, Blainey, dont be modest." Cooper encouraged.

Blaine swallowed and rubbed his knuckles over his stubbly jaw, "Everett." He muttered slowly.

The smile on Kurts face wavered. An unhealed sadness flickered in his eyes as he remembered that night, then he looked at the tiny bird in Blaines palms and a weary smile flitted on his lips. "I like that name," he whispered, moving to cup Everett in his palms. The little bird chirped at him and his tail feathers wiggled. "Welcome home, Everett."

"I am stuffed." Coop groaned from the couch, and he dropped his plate onto the coffee table. "Blaine, why are you such a good cook? I gained five pounds from that cake."

Kurt giggled at Coops show of rubbing his sore stomach, "You had three slices. You cannot blame Blaine for your indulging."

His birds, who he had been playing with before he chided Coop, chattered at him and pawed at his hand.

Kurt returned his attention to them and tossed their jingly ball at them, and Pavarotti pounced on it.

Much to Everetts surprise, the doorbell suddenly pierced the quiet of the living room. The tiny bird, unadjusted to living in a house, puffed up like a marshmallow and darted over to Pavarotti. "Oh, little one, you dont have to be frightened. We just have a visitor." Kurt kissed the side of Everetts head to comfort him.

Finn stood and stretched, then walked over to the door. "Hey, Santana," he said after he opened it, "come on in. Want a piece of cake?"

Santana shook her head and glanced around the living room, pausing on Kurt, "Happy birthday, Kurt. Sorry I couldnt make it earlier. Brittany had another surgery this morning."

Finn took her jacket from her, "Is she alright?"

She didnt seem to want to talk much about it because all she gave Finn was a nod. She pulled a small box from her pocket and stepped past Pavarotti, who was circling her legs and chirping at her. Handing it to Kurt and nodding when he quietly thanked her, she noticed the white bird by his thigh and smiled at him, "You got another bird?"

"Mm hm," Kurt hummed proudly. "His name is Everett. Isnt he handsome?"

Before she had a chance to reply, Blaine strode out of the kitchen, "San, do you want to talk upstairs?"

Santana turned away from Kurt, and Finn replaced her by plopping where she had been standing. He took the ball from Kurt and rolled it toward Everett, and the tiny bird nipped it and nosed it toward Pavarotti.

"Is everything okay, Blaine?" Kurt tilted his head at Blaine.

Blaine ran a hand through his disheveled hair, as if hed been tugging it, and he nodded at Kurt, "Everythings fine, sweetheart. Dont worry." He tugged on Santanas wrist and the two of them headed for the stairs.

"Whats going on with Blaine?" Burt muttered, "He acts different every time that girl comes over. Really distant... and he looks like he always has a headache."

"Theres no use in asking him. He wont answer." Finn shrugged, then rubbed Kurts back, "Im sure its alright, though."

"What did Santana get you?" Carole distracted Kurt from his worry over Blaine and she leaned forward for a better view of the box.

Kurt finally looked away from the stairs and back to the present, and he set it down when he noticed his birds sniffing and pecking at it. Pavarotti instantly tore the bow off and started shredding the paper, while Everett cautiously waddled up to the bow and poked his beak at it.

When Pavarotti finished and scurried to Everett with a few scraps of paper in his beak, Kurt pulled the top of the box off and gasped at the charm bracelet within. He unfastened it from the box and lifted it in front of his nose, awestruck by the tiny charms swinging off the silver chain. He ran his fingertips over a fragile, glittery microphone, then the bedazzled crown next to it. A little bird was fastened on beside of the crown. Kurts favorites, however, were the two letters K and B dangling right next to each other.

"This is the loveliest bracelet Ive ever seen," Kurt showed it off to Finn, and Finn unlatched it then wrapped it around Kurts wrist. He shortened the hook so it didnt fall off.

"Its pretty on you," Finn twisted the bracelet so most of the charms were on top of his wrist.

Kurt smiled at his brother and wrapped his arms around his neck, "Thank you, Finn."

"Lets see it, Kurt." Burt motioned for him to come near, and Kurt popped to his feet and swished over to his dad and Carole. Burt sat him down on the arm of his chair and took his wrist in his hand, turning it this way and that so each charm glittered under the light.

"Thats absolutely beautiful, Kurt," Carole approved.

Kurt was squirming with happiness, "Ive had the best birthday ever."

Everyone tore their eyes from the flattering charms when Santana and Blaine returned, Santana with her hand on Blaines back and Blaine looking bedraggled, stressed, even nervous, which was a rare emotion for him.

Kurt chirped at Santana, "The bracelet is so pretty, Santana. I couldnt be happier with it. Blaine, dont you like it?" He held up his wrist to give Blaine a better view.

Blaine sluggishly turned to Kurt, his face scrunched as he weakly nodded his head. His eyes slid up and down Kurts body, hesitating at Kurts hips, then at his wrist, and finally up to his face. Then his skin turned visibly green.

"Blainey," Cooper started to stand, "are you feeling alright?"

"Hes fine," Santana batted down their concerns, and she pushed Blaine toward the door. "Blaine, the box is in my car. Ill drive him down there in about an hour."

"Youre leaving?" Kurt asked quietly, displeasure threaded through his tone. "Blaine, stay."

Blaine held his hand out for Kurt, and Kurt left his dads side and hesitantly approached the woozy man. Sliding his fingers through Kurts, Blaine pulled him close and buried his face in his hair, "We wont be apart very long. Give me a kiss."

Kurt touched his mouth to Blaines, reluctant to let him go when Blaine reached for his keys. Blaine patted his bottom, "Santanas going to drive you to the school soon. Ill be there."

"The school?" Kurt pursed his lips.

Blaine bent for another kiss and twisted the doorknob, "I love you." He shot Santana a warning glance that wasnt quite as threatening when his skin was still tinted green, "Be careful with him. Hes my heart."

Santana stopped in front of the doors of the school and put her car in park, "I just got a text from Blaine and he said that hes ready." She murmured to Kurt, who was gazing at the school in wonder and anticipation. "Are you feeling alright?"

Kurt looked at her and nodded, "Oh, yes... Im fine. Just... nervous. Surprises arent like Blaine at all."

Santana smiled, "I know he says hes not good at romance, but I think he has it in him deep down." She pointed at the doors again, "Once you walk in, youll know what to do."

Kurt unstrapped himself and reached for the door handle, "Thank you for driving me, Santana, and... thank you for the lovely present, also."

Santana pulled Kurt in for a tight hug, "Its no big deal, Kurt. I hope you had a nice birthday. Call me tomorrow and tell me how things go with Blaine."

"I promise." Grinning, Kurt popped his door open and slid out, then shut it behind himself and took a deep breath.

Santana was still parked behind him and probably would be until she saw that he was safely inside, so he had no time to himself to fix his hair and pinch his cheeks... or think about what Blaine might say to him.

Smoothing the front of his shirt and running his fingers through his hair as best he could, Kurt opened the door and stepped inside. The school was chilly so he hugged his sweater to himself. "Blaine?" he called, inching forward and noticing a shadow on the floor.

He looked down and was startled to find a rose by his foot. It was lovely, a soft yellow like the kind hed given to Blaine on his birthday. Bending to pick it up, Kurt brought it to his nose and breathed in the sweet aroma.

He got to his feet again and stepped forward, this time carefully, and after a few feet he came across another rose, this one red. Once again, he picked the rose up and started walking, but the hallway ended and branched off in two directions. He glanced down either way and smiled when he spotted a yellow rose to the right.

Hurrying to add it to his collection, Kurt sniffed the three roses and was overwhelmed by a pretty scent. He watched the floor for other flowers, and found two more in that hallway. The hallway split into two ways and he flicked his eyes to the right and left, and he spied one last flower by the English door.

He rushed over to it and put it with the rest of his boutique, then looked at the door. Hearing quiet rustling within, Kurt put his hand on the knob and twisted it, parting the door and peeking inside.

In the middle of the room was Blaine, unaware of Kurt watching him, pacing from wall to wall, running his fingers through his hair and mumbling something under his breath that Kurt couldnt hear. Kurt must have made a sound because suddenly Blaine whipped around to face him, and the anxiousness on his face was replaced by absolute enthrallment. "Kurt." He whispered as if hed never said the name before.

Blaine paced over to Kurt and wrapped an arm around his bottom, one hand clamping Kurts nape, and he swept him off his feet. "Oh, my sweet beauty," he mumbled into Kurts hair, pressing kisses anywhere he saw skin. He even brushed one of Kurts sleeves away so he could kiss his shoulder.

Kurt flushed when Blaine traced an intricate pattern of veins on Kurts neck with the tip of his tongue, and he smoothed Blaines ruffled hair, "Have you missed me, my love?"

Blaine boosted Kurt up on his chest and stumbled over to the desks. He set Kurt on one then lowered to his knees in front of him, burying his face in Kurts thighs, "Im always longing for you." Purring as Kurt stroked his fingers through his hair, Blaine muttered, "Ive been going crazy, Kurt. Ive never felt... this way."

Kurt put his fingertips underneath Blaines chin, lifting his head, "How?"

Blaine cupped the side of Kurts face in his palm, "Ive never seen anyone more beautiful than you, Kurt."

Kurts blond lashes fluttered and his lips parted. Blaine slid his fingers across his soft face and pressed his thumb against his bottom lip, and Kurt licked the tip. "Every guy fantasizes about... finding... someone like you. Someone to hold, to wake up next to, a-and fall in love with. I never thought I would. I thought that... I was a complete mess and no one would ever want someone who lived such a disastrous life. But you came to me and... you saw past how ugly Id made myself and my life." Blaine glanced around Kurt to the desks in the corner, "We met right there, Kurt. I treated you like you were a nobody because I was afraid... scared that if I didnt I would stare at you and forget the person I wanted to be and tell you that I thought you were so pretty, Kurt."

Again, Kurt didnt say anything, so Blaine sighed and continued, "I dont regret leaving my past. I fell in love with you and youre everything now and... somehow you love me. Youre so sweet, Kurt, and you dont mind what Ive done or who I was or that I... that I havent been just yours, willingly or by force." Taking Kurts trembling hand in his, Blaine lifted it to his mouth and kissed the knuckles. "Kurt, Santana told me that I shouldnt think that I dont deserve you... but I know I dont. You are so perfect, Kurt. But you love me, anyway, and I dont want what we have together to end."

Blaine reached in his back pocket and pulled out a tiny box, and a surprised gasp escaped Kurts parted lips. He immediately put the box behind him, "Kurt, tell me if Im being too forward. I dont want to ruin this."

Kurt said absolutely nothing, his lips quivering and eyes huge. His skin was a shade too pale.

He didnt know whether hed stunned Kurt so that he was speechless, or if Kurt wanted him to continue. He went with the latter and showed Kurt the box again, and Kurt closed his eyes, a single tear flirting with his lashes.

Blaine took Kurts hand again, and he whispered unsurely, "Kurt... you are the love of my life." He clumsily opened the box when Kurt looked down at him, another tear spilling from his eye, "Marry me?"

Kurts face turned bright red, and to Blaines relief a smile quivered at his pink lips. His shimmering eyes filled with tears, "Yes."

Blaine thought he hadnt heard him right, "You want me to be your husband?"

A laugh gurgled out of Kurt, "Blaine, yes!"

Kurt hopped from his perch on the desk, and the next thing Blaine knew his back was on the floor and a pair of the prettiest eyes hed ever seen were staring into his. Blaine quickly pulled the ring from the box and took Kurts hand, and he slipped it onto his ring finger. "Youre mine, Kurt."

Kurt looked at his hand, and diamonds sparkled beautifully against his skin. The full pavé ring glittered boldly with every curl of his finger, the millions of cut diamonds as pale as his skin. It was thin and fit his finger perfectly. He was very proud to wear such a gorgeous ring that made it very clear that he was devoted to Blaine.

His eyes flickered to Blaines happy face, his lips curved in a lopsided smile, his nose scrunched, and the corners of his eyes wrinkled. Sighing, Kurt wriggled closer to him and took his cheeks in his hands, his lips pressing to Blaines. Blaine opened his mouth and sucked Kurts bottom lip. He rolled Kurt over, putting his arm under his head as a pillow.

Kurt poked his tongue at Blaines and Blaine suckled it into his mouth, then moved his lips away and pressed them to Kurts chin. He made his way down the slope of Kurts neck until he reached clothing, and he laid his cheek against Kurts collarbone to regain his breath.

Kurt suddenly felt a warm tear drip onto his skin, and Blaine pressed a kiss to the cooling wetness, "Kurt, Im so happy. I love you."

Kurt tugged his fiancé back up and pressed their lips. "I love you, too."

Blaine laid his arms on either side of Kurts head, his hot breath blowing on Kurts sweet lips. He slid in and out of Kurt, hips moving at a slow pace. He savored every pretty smile Kurt gave him, each cry as Blaine brushed his bundle of nerves.

Sucking Kurts bottom lip, Blaine twisted his tongue around Kurts and pushed his cock in deeper. Kurt moaned weakly and his eyes closed, a peaceful but crumpled look on his face. Blaine swiveled his hips and brushed his fingers over Kurts pink nipple, "Mine."

"Yours," Kurt agreed softly, pushing up to meet Blaines thrusts.

Blaine slid his fingers through Kurts, the hard diamonds of Kurts ring scratching his skin. He kissed Kurts ring finger, "My beautiful fiancé..."