As Blaine stayed at Kurt's house the night before the chestnut haired teens eighteenth birthday, he snuck out of bed extra early when he heard Ally, who was now one, crying and decided to warm her bottle up and feed her himself so that Kurt wouldn't have to get up.

Kurt was awoken when he felt the bed dip next to him and fluttered his eyes open to see Blaine staring down at him with a smitten smile plastered on his face.

“Happy Birthday.” Blaine said, kissing Kurt gently on the nose.

“Thank you,” Kurt giggled slightly. “Just out of curiosity, what were you doing? I felt you get back into bed...”

“I was making you breakfast...come on.” Blaine replied, tugging on Kurt's arm until he succeeded in pulling him out of bed.

Blaine led him into the kitchen, where he found Ally, happily seated in her high chair, and two plates of pancakes sitting on the table – an envelope resting next to what was clearly his plate.

He curiously sat down and took the envelope into his hands as Blaine sat opposite him, the three of them ultimately creating a triangle around the circle shaped table.

There was no writing on the envelope, it was just plain white. He carefully opened it and pulled out a card that said “happy birthday daddy” on the front, a smile instantly spreading across his face. Kurt opened the card and laughed when he saw Blaine's handwriting reading 'to the best daddy in the world, happy birthday, love from ally' with eighteen kisses under it – yes, he counted – and scribbles covering the surface of the card, clearly drawn by Alyson.

He leaned over the table and planted a huge kiss on Ally's cheek, the one year old having no idea what was happening, before kissing Blaine chastely on the lips and sitting back down in his seat.

“Thank you,” Kurt laughed, directing it to both his little girl and his boyfriend.

“You're welcome,” Blaine smiled. “Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold, I had to check like five hundred different recipes to get those right.”

Kurt slowly lowered his forkful of pancake, “Um...”

“I'm kidding!” Blaine laughed as Kurt hit him playfully on the arm.

“Don't do that! I thought I was about to get poisoned or something.”

“Do you really think I would poison you?” Blaine asked sarcastically, feigning hurt as he placed his hand over his chest in mock surprise. “You're too pretty to be poisoned.”

“Oh, so you're only keeping me for my looks...it all makes sense now.”

“Eat!” Blaine demanded with laughter as he began to eat his own breakfast.

“Yes, sir!” Kurt replied, saluting at his dork of a boyfriend before beginning to chew on his breakfast.

Once they finished eating their breakfast, Kurt lifted Alyson out of her high chair and went into the living room, Blaine following suit, before proceeding to play with the one year old on the floor.

The entire time Blaine was taking photos on his phone, until Kurt decided that he wasn't happy with Blaine just watching while he played with the little girl.

“Come play with us.” Kurt whined with a pout on his face, reaching out and making grabby hands towards Blaine.

“Um...one second.” Blaine said awkwardly, quickly tapping out a text to Rachel.

Do you have enough photos now? I think Kurt's getting suspicious as to why I'm not playing with him and Ally... -Blaine

Yup, thank you!! -Rachel She texted back almost instantly.

Blaine sighed with relief, locking his phone and slipping it in his pocket before crawling across the floor towards Kurt and Ally.

“Sorry, I was sorting something out for your present.” Blaine explained, not giving away, well...anything really.

“Blaine...what are you planning?” Kurt asked, raising his eyebrow.

“That,” Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand into his own. “Is for me to know, and for you to find out.” He finished, silencing anything else Kurt had to say with a kiss.

As the day grew on and Kurt heard nothing more, the now eighteen year old started to become increasingly curious, wondering what the hell his boyfriend was hiding.

Alyson was already in bed when Kurt heard a knock on his front door, causing the make out session that had begun on Kurt's sofa to come to an abrupt end.

“Come back.” Blaine whined from where he was lying on his back on the sofa.

Kurt just looked at him over his shoulder and laughed before continuing his journey to the front door, being enveloped in an unexpected hug as soon as the door was open.

“Happy Birthday!” Rachel exclaimed way, way too closely to Kurt's ear.

“Thank you,” Kurt replied as Rachel turned around and begin to enter the apartment, pulling a large, flattish box behind her. “Um...”

“This is what I was planning,” Blaine grinned as Kurt sat next to him on the sofa.

“You were planning to bring me a huge box?” Kurt asked.

“Ha ha, very funny. Open it.”

Kurt slowly pulled the lid off of the box, audibly gasping when he saw what was inside.

Sat inside the box was a huge photo frame that was collaged with different photos of Ally, himself and Ally, himself and Blaine and himself and Rachel.

“You...” Kurt said quietly, coherent sentences escaping him.

“I wasn't sure what to get you. I considered getting like, clothes or something because I know you love fashion but I thought-” Blaine was cut off when Kurt suddenly wrapped his arms around the golden eyed teens neck and kissed him, hard. “I'm guessing you like it then...” He said when Kurt pulled back.

“I love it, thank you...both of you.” Kurt replied, resting his head against Blaine's sidewards so that he could look at his best friend who was just kneeling on the floor, staring up at them in adoration.

“It was mostly Blaine's idea. I just printed the photos and collaged them and then put it inside the frame.”

“You guys are amazing,” Kurt laughed incredulously. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too.” Blaine replied, laughing at his adorable boyfriend.