"Hey, so Puck's going to get you an ID for tomorrow night later today; do you still think you're gonna be able to make it?" 

Kurt leant against the locker next to Blaine's as he rooted around inside for his textbooks. "Hi, I'm pretty sure my parents are off to...somewhere for a business trip...I didn't really listen to them." He flashed a sheepish smile that still somehow managed to be about a thousand watts. "It doesn't matter, I'll be there anyway."

Kurt glared at a passing freshman whose eyes lingered too long on the pair of them before rolling his head to look back at Blaine. "If they end up being at home we can just smuggle you into mine. Dad and Carole are home this weekend to get some shit done for the election so we'll have to be sneaky but it'll work."

Blaine shut his locker door and turned to face the other boy, eyebrows raised in slight confusion "I thought Quinn was gonna crash at yours? Would it really be a big deal if I was there too?"

Kurt pushed back the urge to kiss the creases in his brow away. It was one thing to slowly allow himself to be comfortable letting Blaine see a softer side to him but there was no way in Hell he was letting anyone in this cesspool catch so much as a glimpse of it. Kissing his lips is one thing, brushing them over Blaine's forehead is another entirely; at least that's what he tells himself.

"Puck's mom is babysitting Beth so she's just going to crash at his house. They'll probably have sex...lucky bastard." He muttered the last part under his breath; thankfully Blaine seemed not to hear him. They'd only been dating (were they dating?) for a few weeks, neither of them had even said the B-word yet so Kurt's pretty sure it's far too soon to be thinking about jumping into bed with him. Well, jumping naked into bed with him.

Blinking away the image of a naked sweaty Blaine lying under him Kurt ran the hand that wasn't tangling itself with Blaine's through his now turquoise streaked hair. The halls were slowly draining of students all rushing to get home or to a club. Blaine was currently leading Kurt towards the Auditorium for a spur of the moment rehearsal for the school musical. Kurt had grumbled good-naturedly over it taking away time they could be spending together, scoffing when Blaine suggested he audition himself.

He had, however, snuck into one of their rehearsals at the beginning of the week and he could safely say he would drag Quinn to the opening night...in the back so no one saw them, but with a stupidly large bouquet of flowers because this boy, his boy, was ridiculously talented. 

"I have no idea how long Artie and Rachel are going to keep us."

Kurt raised an eyebrow, "I thought he was the director...what's Berry got to do with how long this goes on?"

"She's Rachel Berry. It's safer for everyone if we just do what she says...within reason. Or until Santana threatens to go all Lima Heights on her." The last part is added as an afterthought judging by the face Blaine pulls.  

Sniggering Kurt squeezes the hand of Blaine's that's in his, "fair enough, umm, I should finish work by seven so call me later tonight?"

Blaine hums in agreement, leans in to place a light kiss to the corner of Kurt's mouth, letting out a please laugh when Kurt grabs his button up's collar and tugs him back in for a proper kiss goodbye. "I'll see you tomorrow." He whispers against the other boy's mouth, placing a quick peck on to them before pulling back and walking towards his car.

Puck's sitting on the hood of his truck when Kurt comes out of the office after changing into his standard baggy jeans and white t-shirt. "Dude, got the IDs for tomorrow man."

Kurt whips a dirty rag from a nearby counter at the mohawked teen. "Shut the fuck up dumbass. If my dad finds out what we're really doing tomorrow night we're screwed."

Puck has the decency to look sheepish as Kurt stalks towards the hydraulic lift holding a wrecked looking old Ford Fiesta. This thing must be older than me. Puck's silent as he raises the car above his head, takes a look underneath the poor machine and lets out a low whistle. "Fuck me, what have they been doing to you?"

Shaking his head Kurt ducks back over to where Puck's sprawled on top of his hunk of rust next to Kurt's station. He slides down to the floor and leans against the metal counter-top while Kurt roots around in his tool box. Rolling his eyes at Puck's supposedly covert glance around the garage Kurt gives up for the moment and turns toward his friend.

"Look, I got your boy an ID for tomorrow. Got us all new ones too 'cause the replacements we got last time are shit man." 

Kurt jerks his head up at that. "What why? Our old ones work Puck - why mess with a good thing?"

"Dude, they said we were like thirty and yours claimed you were from Hawaii," the other boy looks Kurt up and down, pointedly starting at his exposed yet pale arms, "these are from the same guy we got the first ones from. He owes me for cleaning his grandma's pool for free so I only paid for Blaine's." He pulls out four plastic driver's licenses from his wallet and slides them over for Kurt to check.

They look good, ten times better than their last ones at least. "Okay, but why can't we just use the other ones?"

Puck rolls his eyes in a manner that reminds Kurt so much of himself that he has to force himself not to laugh or point it out; he's pretty sure Puck would get pissy about it. "We're going out in Columbus; it's prestigious man. Why the fuck are you laughin'?" 

"Sorry," Kurt chokes out, "I'm sorry but you know what 'prestigious' means!" He bit his lip trying to hold back more chuckles while Puck just glowered at him.

"Fuck off Hummel - I ain't Finnocence, I know shit okay?" He punched Kurt's shoulder when he still couldn't stop giggling. Making a valiant effort to put on a straight face Kurt grabbed the tools needed and headed back over to the car. Puck followed whispering excitedly over his plans for tomorrow night; "It's gonna be fuckin' epic man!"

When Kurt walked through his front door he mumbled out a tired 'hello' to Carole who gave him an amused smile as he stumbled past her towards the stairs. Shower, shower then sleep. Or food, food then sleep.

He turned the shower as hot as he could stand it, scrubbing himself down until the water ran clear as opposed to grey with grease. Despite being more than clean after his torturous shift Kurt stayed in the shower for twenty minutes longer than necessary. Thank God he didn't have work tomorrow - Finn could finish off that bitch of a Fiesta.

Grumbling to himself over the state of it; he'd spent the majority of his shift on it and still had to leave the rest for Finn to take care of tomorrow morning, Kurt climbed out of the tub, patted himself dry before slinging one towel around his hips and using another to dry his hair off as he walked into his room.

"We really need to stop meeting like this."

Quinn was lounging up against the headboard of his bed, Beth cuddled up on his pillow dozing as she played with her teddy bear and a sandwich sitting on his nightstand.

Kurt froze mid-rub, moved the towel so it was hanging around his neck before making sure the one around his hips was firmly in place and glaring at his best friend. "What is it with you and walking in on me half naked? It's becoming a problem Quinnie."

Quinn smirked as she moved to lay down head propped on her elbow to see him over Beth's head. "You should be flattered, if you weren't my best friend or gay...actually no, I could get past the friend thing, if you weren't gay we would make an awesome power couple, plus we're both hot."

"And yet, I'm only slightly flattered and mostly unnerved." He moved to his night stand to grab some underwear before moving over to his closet, standing out of view to change into one of his few pairs of sweat pants and a faded 'Hummel's Tires and Lube' t-shirt. "What're you doing here? I didn't realise we were having a sleepover tonight." He grabbed the sandwich, still standing as he tore into it, moaning at the taste. "Fank'oo."

"Thank your step-mother tomorrow, she handed it to me after letting me in. Thought you might be hungry." Quinn gently tugged the teddy's ear away from Beth's mouth to replace with a pacifier before answering, "Mom has a date. I do not want to be anywhere near that house when she comes home." She ran the hand Beth hadn't grabbed hold of roughly through her short pink locks, "she's only doing this to prove a point. She's not over dad, but he's sleeping around so she's started going on all these dates with complete losers in some warped rebound attempt. She needs to be alone; she doesn't need to find the next a-s-s-h-o-l-e husband. Just because dad is drilling everything in a short skirt that'll let him doesn't mean she needs to stoop to his level to get even."

Kurt threw his towels over the back of his vanity's chair before crawling onto the bed on Beth's other side, laying down and stretching his arm over the baby to tangle his fingers with Quinn's. Beth babbled happily as she abandoned her bear in favour of grabbing both teenagers hands and performing some sort of drumming beat on them. He squeezed her hand and remained silent until she let out a harsh breath; her body relaxing back into the pillows as she smile ruefully at him.

"So," Kurt rolled so that he could prop himself up onto his elbows as he fixed the other skank with a mock-serious stare, "I gather we are now being responsible role-models for Trouble here." Beth moved onto her back to grin up at him around her pacifier at the sound of her nickname. Quinn didn't always appreciate it but he and Puck started it when she began crawling and got into everything.

"She's started talking more, granted most of it's gibberish with the odd bit of English thrown in but I don't really want her to be adding swear-words to her vocabulary until she's in high-school. Sadly," she pouted at this, blowing a raspberry on Beth's palm when the toddler patter her mother's lips frowning slightly, "this means I need to start putting in a valiant effort to stop smoking and not just keep saying it whilst smoking."

Kurt groaned into the back of Beth's hair making the baby giggle shrilly. "But we like smoking!" 

"I know...buuut it does mean no having to outside and freeze when it gets cold for a cigarette and having more money."

"I hear it greatly reduces the chances of Cancer too." 

"Yes that's definitely something to put on the pro-list."  

Kurt raised an eyebrow at her, "there's a list?"

"Uh-huh. A Pros and Cons list to be precise. Pros are less chance of dying from cancer, more money, no standing out in the cold, clothes no longer smelling of smoke...Beth not being around me while I smell of smoke." 

Kurt nodded, "All very important things. What are the cons?"

Quinn let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whine, "It's going to be soooo hard!"

Again Kurt nodded before sighing. "I'll quit with you. We said we'd do it last month anyway."

"You don't have to do that Kurt; I'm only doing it for Beth. Plus Puck really doesn't like it oddly enough so he's been nagging me for ages now." 

Kurt sighed and moved onto his back again, one arm wrapping around Beth when she wiggled over to wedge herself into his side, thumb now firmly in place of her pacifier and teddy being squeezed to death in both arms. "I know, but I'm around Beth a lot and as much as Blaine never says anything or doesn't actively mind me smoking he always pulls a face when I light up or kiss him after having one. I mean he mentions that I should stop in passing and it's always teasing but I know he doesn't like it."

Quinn pouted and snuggled closer, Kurt unwound his arm from Beth to wrap it around Quinn instead, effectively sandwiching Beth between them. Based on the sleepy but happy giggle she let out she didn't mind one bit. He yawned and debated getting up verses just going to bed. He closed his eyes as Beth, already in her pyjamas and half asleep, wriggled her little body tighter into his side, one hand clutching his t-shirt while sucking away at the other's thumb, green eyes blinking constantly as she tried to stay awake.

"Hey, have you eaten at all tonight other than just now? A ham salad sub isn't really dinner." He kept his eyes closed as he felt Q brush his hair back softly while he nodded.

"Ate at the shop...dad got pizza." He mumbled, he'd stayed until close so his dad could do some work on his campaign, which despite being a relatively slow night meant after shutting at eight he'd stayed til nine to cash-up, clear everything away and then lock up.

"Okay, I'm going to get ready for bed, go to sleep...do you want me to put Beth in the cot?"

"No, it'sh fine," he vaguely noticed the slurring of his words as he rolled onto his side, curling around Beth, "she'll only wake up and wanna sleep in the bed."

"Okay." Kurt was aware of Quinn moving around his room as she got ready bed, felt her tug the covers out from underneath him, grumbling at his half-asleep form and poking at the body parts she wanted him to move before she got in and pulled them up to his shoulder.

When Kurt wakes up the next morning it was to a patch of sunlight stubbornly shining over his eye, Beth still cuddled into his chest and Quinn face down on the other side of the bed. Moving one arm clumsily around behind him he managed to locate his phone, brining it in front of squinted eyes and groaning at the seven-forty-five along the top of the screen before smiling slightly at the text he could see from Blaine. He shifted a bit, biting his lip as Beth stirred and moved to lay on her tummy, one hand firmly gripping the arm of Kurt's just above her head, to open the message.

It was simple but the time stamp showed it had been sent at midnight making Kurt's previously half-asleep smile widen. I wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday. Sweet dreams and I'll see you later today x

He sent back a quick Thank you, though I hope you don't think a text counts as my present x mentally crossing his fingers that Blaine didn't get woken up by his phone; it was bad enough that he was awake and Blaine was just as bad as him in the mornings.

He shoved his phone under his pillow before shuffling down until the patch of sunlight was no longer hovering over his face. Quinn mumbled something in her sleep before moving from her face down position to on her side with her back facing him. Her movement along with his snickering at her mumbling caused Beth to whimper slightly, her little body shifting she woke, lifting her head to look over to Quinn before blinking up at Kurt. He was honestly surprised she hadn't woken up earlier but she did go to bed later than normal last night.

"Good mornin' sunshine." He whispered, placing a kiss on her nose as she wriggled her way up so that her head was tucked bellow his chin. Moving so that both arms were hugging her Kurt ran one hand up and down her back gently, hoping that he might be able to get her back to sleep and get a few more hours himself. Of course hoping for more hours would probably be in vain despite it being his birthday but he could hope. If Beth was really ready to be awake she'd probably start babbling away to him as well as demand that Quinn wake up so maybe he could get another hour at least.

He didn't manage an hour but he did get forty-five minutes so maybe he should count himself lucky he muses as he runs a hand through his already atrocious hair. Quinn is still asleep, looking dead to the world with no intention of changing that anytime soon but Beth is now sat up, chatting away in her own language to her teddy bear, squealing happily when she saw Kurt watching her with an indulging smile.

"Shh, we don't want wake up mommy; she can scary in the mornings can't she?" He mimed shushing her, chuckling lowly when she copied him before shuffling forward on her bottom to sit with her back against the pillows. She gently laid her teddy down, Kurt nit back a laugh when she pulled the covers up to its neck and kissed one of it's eyes, before she patted her hand against Kurt's lips followed by her own. He placed a loud smacking kiss on her cheek shushing her again when she giggled shrilly before placing her own, slightly wetter, kiss on his cheek. "Oh, thank you sweetie!"

A groan came from the other side of the bed as Quinn rolled back onto her stomach, head facing them but half covered with pink hair so only one bleary green eye and part of her face was visible. "Oh Beth, I think mommy needs some kisses too, don't you?" The little girl didn't seem to realise her mother was half asleep still as she threw herself forward almost face-planting as she kissed Quinn's eye. 

"Careful baby," came the croaked reply followed by a "hate you Kurt."

"It's my birthday." 

"So?"

"So, lay off the hate or I'll kick you."

"Mmm 'kick you bac'k." It was probably meant to sound threatening but the slurring and large yawn that immediately followed dampened its severity. Kurt prodded her with a toe. "Urgh, for God's sake what?" 

"Wow, you must be tired, look at you taking the Lord's name in vain!" He jerked his leg back quickly so that her kick missed before prodding her again. "C'mon, I want pancakes!"

"Beth tell Uncle Kurt to make his own pancakes."

"But it's my biiiiiiirthday woman!"

Quinn lifted her head to glare at him, flipping him off behind Beth's back before burrowing deeper into the pillows. "In a minute, sleeping."

Beth chose that moment to beat her mother over the head with her bear.

Thanks to Beth, and honestly Kurt was still having to hide his laughter behind hands and small children, Quinn dragged herself out of bed and lead them down to the kitchen leaving Kurt to grab her daughter. Which was probably safer considering Kurt had Beth give him double high fives before scrambling out of bed himself at Quinn's yell to hurry up or go hungry.

It probably wasn't the wisest choice to point out that Beth's sudden penchant for hitting was clearly a learned habit from Quinn herself, "serves you right really, I told you hitting me and Puck all the time would cause her to resort to violence." He delighted in the fact that instead of following in her mother's footsteps the toddler had turned against her instead but that just resulted in a sharp smack upside the head when Beth was busy making a mess with her pancakes.

So he kept his mouth shut and giggles hidden. He did text Puck and tell him though, the other boy immediately responded with how proud he was but disappointed he missed it.

They spent the rest of the day lounging around watching TV and playing with Beth when she woke from her naps. They eventually moved upstairs to start getting ready for tonight before Blaine came over, keeping Beth occupied by Kurt's Hercules DVD; Quinn would pull out her phone to film her every time she started to dance along.

"Quinn, you've got like ten videos already and you're only half dressed!" Kurt's words lost their sharpness with the smile on his face as he watched his best friend try to get Beth to dance again as she knelt on the floor in just a leather mini-skirt and bra.

"You know what, until you have kids and manage to not film them dancing to Disney you can shut it!" She glared at him before turning back to her daughter, "c'mon baby, you gonna dance so daddy can see?"

Kurt snorted and turned back to his closet to yank on a pair of jeans and pulling his t-shirt off to browse his shirts. "And you can't talk about being half naked 'Oh Shirtless One'."

Rolling his eyes Kurt yanked a charcoal coloured shirt off of a hanger and pulled it on. "Whatever, get dressed, I don't care how trashy this place ends up being I can't let you go out in your underwear and looking like a hooker, if anything Puck will kill me."

Beth leant around her mother, whining as she blocked the TV so Quinn huffed and stood up to pull on her top for tonight (a navy blue vest style button up with a black lace back) before bumping her hips with his lightly to share his mirror space as they did their hair and in Q's case - make-up.

Kurt rubbed a small amount of wax in his hands before running them both through his hair to put it in a state of artful disarray before spraying it with hairspray, playfully spraying Quinn when she elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

The doorbell rang out while Kurt was arranging a series of wrist bands and cuffs on either arm, footsteps followed before Blaine walked through his bedroom door. His hands were shoved deep in the pockets of skinny fit jeans that were rolled up at the ankles, his bare feet shoved deep into Kurt's carpet as he fiddled with the black bowtie tied at the base of his throat over a dark green plaid shirt.

"You two make me sick. Save the mental undressing for later okay?" Quinn's voice jerked Kurt back to the present as opposed to staring at Blaine's arms encased in his shirt. Kurt was glad he wasn't the only one blushing; Blaine's cheeks slowly turned to a pale pink at the comment and he cleared his throat nervously which called Beth's attention away from the antics of Hercules towards the door. Her head tilted to the side as she stared at Blaine, trying to remember if she knew him before she clapped her hands and squealed out what Kurt assumed was supposed to be hello.

Blaine's eyes flicked over to Kurt for guidance (Quinn had turned back to mirror, focussing on her make-up now that her hair was finished in a messy up do). "She wants you to sit with her." 

"Really?"

He bit back the sarcastic retort begging to be let out in favour of rolling his eyes and sitting down behind Beth, patting the space beside him. Beth crawled her way into Kurt's lap, turning to hand Blaine her bear before leaning back into Kurt's chest every now and again happily squealing, whenever Hades came on screen, blowing raspberries.

"You really don't like Hades do you honey?" 

"NO!"

Blaine chuckled lightly next to them. "You're good with her."

Kurt blushed and opened his mouth to answer before he was interrupted.

"You two are nauseatingly sweet; it's horrific really." Quinn was now ready, a heavy looking denim jacket over her outfit, a black bandana tied in a knot at the top of her head and black DMs on her feet. Beth lost interest in the two boys, pulling herself up into a standing position, using Kurt as a human prop and holding out her free hand to Quinn who immediately softened and picked the baby up.

"She's a lot less scary holding a baby." Blaine muttered under his breath.

Kurt managed to pass his laugh off as a cough as he stood up to shove his feet into his white Doc Martens. "Shall we go?"

Quinn volunteered to be their designated driver so they didn't have to spend a small fortune on a taxi ride home once they got to Pucks to pick him up and drop Beth off to spend the night with his mom. The grabbed drive thru McDonalds for dinner and headed off to Columbus.

"What exactly is the plan Puck?" Kurt said from the back seat where he and Blaine were sitting to Puck who called Shotgun after kissing Beth goodbye.

He turned around to face them ignoring Quinn's shout of annoyance. "Ah man it's gonna be epic! We're going to that indie hole-in-wall club around the corner from that bar we normally go to. Apparently it's, like, 'gay-friendly' without being dick-central and it has awesome music...sometimes there's live bands and on Saturdays annnd I think Thursdays as well they have offers on drinks. So me and Quinn hooked us up with a booth and because we booked a booth we get like half off on drinks until midnight."

Kurt nodded appreciatively, "I'm impressed Puck - for a moment the other month I was convinced you were going to drag me to a strip club."

"I considered it but I figured Blaine wouldn't be happy and I'm not sure I could spend the whole evening looking at cocks for you man. I mean, you're my bro and I can recognise hotness when I see it but I like boobs." 

Quinn shot him a glare that neither boy in the back missed due to the rear-view mirror, Kurt bit his lip as Blaine sniggered.

"Eloquently put as always Puckerman."

Kurt spent the rest of the drive sharing kisses with Blaine, some chaste and other's not-so-chase, whenever they thought the other two were too busy to notice them, sadly it didn't always work. "For fucks sake Kurt! Keep it in your god damned pants until you are out of my fucking car!" 

"Leave him alone babe, it's the man's birthday - he's entitled to gettin' some ass!"

Blaine buried his face into Kurt's neck, thought Kurt wasn't sure if it was out of embarrassment or laughter due to the boys pink cheeks but constant giggles. "Look, hold off for five minutes okay, we're here."

The club turned out to be more of a bar with a modest dance floor in front of a stage. Booths and tables lined the walls with the bar situated at the very back, opposite the stage where a DJ was set up. Despite the small nature of the venue it seemed like a popular place, already filling up with kids who either snuck in like them or who were in college intent on spending their Saturday night blowing off steam and dancing.

Kurt had to hand it to him, Puck had done well. The new IDs Puck had scored got them all entry without event the smallest hesitation unlike their old ones might have and he could honestly see himself having a good time here tonight. If all went well they'd definitely come back.

Puck disappeared when they arrived, Kurt assumed it was to enquire about their booth and discounted drinks so he grabbed Blaine's hand and linked his other arm with Quinn's before dragging them over to the bar for their first round of drinks.

Puck came running back over, grinning, just as their drinks were placed on the bar, batting Quinn's hand out of the way when she went to pay and sliding over some bills to cover them. He slung an arm around her shoulders and nodded with his head for them to follow. Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist and handing him his Corona before grabbing his own and heading over to where Quinn and Puck were now sitting, looking remarkably comfortable on the black leather bench.

Kurt raised his eyebrows meaningfully at Quinn as he slid in after Blaine, narrowing his eyes when she kicked him lightly in the shins; her meaning abundantly clear, 'shut up'. He abandoned their short staring competition in favour of leaning into Blaine's side and taking a swig of his drink, he smirked when he saw Quinn let herself get pulled tighter into Puck's side. They would definitely be talking about this; she can't give him shit about how he acts with Blaine when she's in limbo with Puck still.

"So, I would like to raise a toast," Puck held his beer bottle up into the air, ignoring the death glare Kurt was giving him, staring each of them down until they had raised their own bottles, "to my best gay on his birthday. Let's get wasted!" He slammed the bottle necks together, downed his drink and prodded Quinn out of the booth before dragging her off to the rapidly filling dance floor.

Kurt snorted at his friends; they seriously needed to get their acts together. Shaking his head, still smiling, he took another mouthful of his drink, smiling wider when he felt Blaine turn to talk into his ear, lips brushing softly against it. "We should follow their lead."

Kurt wasn't sure how long they danced for only that he was half way done with his sixth drink (this time a Captain Morgan's and Coke), his shirt that had been buttoned to his throat had the top three buttons undone and that he and Blaine were moving past dancing and more towards grinding with each song. Quinn and Puck had returned to their booth and every time he caught sight of them they were making out. Somewhere in the back of his drunken - no, not drunk, just tipsy - mind Kurt delighted that she wouldn't be able to use the alcohol as an excuse seeing as she cut herself off after two drinks and had been on water since then.

Damp lips on his neck dragged his attention back to the dance floor and the warm body pressed flush against his. Hips glued to his own, strong arms around his back and Blaine's face resting in the crook of his neck, lips moving haphazardly around the area they could reach without moving his head from Kurt's shoulder. He couldn't tell because of the volume of the music but he's pretty sure he moaned.

Blaine pulled back and Kurt nearly whimpered at him to no, stop, go back, before he was being tugged down to meet Blaine's mouth in a harsh kiss; all lips and teeth and tongue. Even when he felt himself run out of air Kurt merely moved to return the favour of running his mouth up and down the right side of Blaine's neck - the left wasn't as sensitive but he still made sure to give it some attention - alternating between sucking kisses, licking and biting at points. He revelled in the tiny held in moans he could feel vibrating in the other boy's neck.

Tracing butterfly kisses up to Blaine's ear he nipped at the lobe before leaning in so Blaine could hear him "I'm going to go pee!"

Blaine blinked in an almost dazed fashion, he'd had only slightly less to drink than Kurt but he knew that Blaine had never really drunk like this before and to top it off he was a bigger lightweight than Kurt. "I'll be at the bar!" He had to yell it now that they had more than half an inch of space between them.

Shit, this is the downside of drinking Kurt mussed as he hurried into the men's room to relieve himself for the third time that night. Once he was done he washed his hands, smiling goofily at his reflection, Puck did good, he'd never had a birthday with friends since he was a little kid.

Last year had just been dinner at Breadstix with the glee girls and they all ended up talking about their relationship dramas instead. And while Puck and Quinn did keep making out, Q kept getting people to buy him drinks or shots by flirting lightly and Puck would toast him loudly without fail whenever he had another beverage in his hands. Blaine was the best though, every now and again he would lean in to Kurt's ear and sing in a whisper only he could hear "happy birthday".

It was definitely a good night. Tomorrow... or maybe later today, he's not really sure how late it is, he'll get to wake up in Blaine's bed before going home to have a birthday dinner with his family and get his presents.

He walked out of the bathroom and towards the bar to find Blaine still smiling widely, happily accepting a drink from Quinn when he passed their table, thrusting his fist into the air when Puck screamed out "HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY MAN!" with his own fists raised, drink forgotten now.

His smile slipped when he spotted Blaine, looking slightly flustered and a tiny bit uncomfortable as a taller guy crowed him into the bar. As he moved closer he began to catch their somewhat slurred conversation. 

"Look, 'm flattered, but 'm seeing someone." Blaine's eyes were loosing their glazed look as they searched the crowed bar.

"And I told you - he doesn't have to know." 

"Okay, I really like him so that's not gonna 'appen." Blaine's eyes finally landed on Kurt, looking slightly relieved and at the same time almost as if they were begging him for something. He almost stopped to try and figure out exactly what when bar-guy's hand not leaning on the bar reached for Blaine's arm.

Oh fuck no. "There you are!" He slipped in between them, wrapping his arm around Blaine's waist and kissing him in full view of the other guy, "sorry, couldn't see you." He smiled vindictively at the other guy when he turned away from Blaine's stunned face to take a sip of his drink, hmm vodka, well done Q.

"Umm, hi, this er is..." 

"Sebastian." The other guy - Sebastian - supplied, his eyes dragging up and down Kurt with a look of disdain that Kurt easily matched. "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."

"I'm Kurt, Blaine's boyfriend." He stopped his eyes from flicking over to Blaine when he felt the other boy tense briefly before relaxing into his side slightly.

"Right, um, Sebastian goes t' Dalton now - he rec'nised me from the Warbler photos." Blaine looked like he wasn't quite sure what was going on while the other two stared each other down.

"Lovely," Kurt offered one more 'back the fuck off' smile before turning his back on the other boy to face Blaine, "c'mon baby, I wanna dance more!" 

Blaine said a hasty goodbye to Sebastian, dickhead, before grabbing the drink he'd ordered and letting Kurt drag him into the middle of the dance floor, the sounds of Fallout Boy pouring from the speakers on each side of the stage. "What was that 'bout?"

Kurt just shook his head, tugging the junior closer until they were once again kissing. Blaine made a soft surprised sound against his mouth before Kurt felt him smile and melt against him as he let Kurt lead, the kiss eventually becoming more and more frantic and the song changed to Spaceman by the Killers. Kurt used the pace of the song to dictate the depth of their kiss.

He pulled back to rest his forehead against Blaine's, placing soft pecks onto his swollen lips as Blaine opened his eyes and smiled that stupidly wonderful ten-thousand-watt smile. "What?"

"You're my boyfriend."

"I am."

"We should go home."

Kurt frowned, he didn't want to go home, he was having fun drinking and dancing with his friends - why would he want to go home now?

Blaine squeezed his sides meaningfully. "We should really go home." Kurt nodded dumbly as it dawned on him what Blaine was saying and he swiftly grabbed Blaine's hand dragging him towards their booth to see Quinn laughing at a completely trashed Puck dance at the edge of the table, eyes closed and arms moving in an odd swaying motion completely out of time to the music. Looks like I'm the one getting sex tonight Puckerman.

By the time Quinn dropped them off at Blaine's reminding them to grab Kurt's overnight bag from her trunk and assuring them that she could get Puck into bed fine by herself (he was fast asleep face smashed against the passenger window of her car) they'd sobered up slightly. Apparently an almost two hour drive filled with sexual tension, heated glances and Quinn forcing water bottles at them would do that.

They almost fell through the front door as they tried to wrap themselves together; tongues battling for dominance as Blaine clumsily kicked the door shut and began to walk backwards to the stairs, pulling Kurt along with him by the still open collar of his shirt.

"Are you...shit...are you sure?" Kurt breathed out as Blaine bit into the section where his neck met shoulder just below his scar, groaning when he felt Blaine's tongue sooth the bite. 

"Uh-huh...not, not all the way but, fuck, I want you so bad Kurt."

At that Kurt yanked the other boy off of him to gently shove him up the staircase and towards his bedroom. Blaine had barely got across the threshold before Kurt was pushing him in, slamming the door shut behind them and shoving Blaine up against it as he dropped his bag on the floor next to his desk.

"Say it again." 

Kurt pulled away to frown at Blaine as his hands worked on getting his untied bowtie (when did that happen?) out of the way so he could remove his shirt. "Say what again?"

"That you're my..." he hissed as Kurt got the top few buttons open and bent to nip playfully at his collar bone, "my boyfriend."

Kurt pulled away to tug Blaine back from the door enough to shove his shirt down his arms, swearing when it got caught on the boys watch. Blaine laughed pulling at it a few times to get it free before looking back at the skank almost shyly.

Kurt blushed lightly, some of the urgency having dissipated, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Umm, is that, is that okay...me saying that I'm you're boyfriend? Should I have asked first? Isn't that what people normally do?" 

Blaine shrugged grinning widely, "probably, but we're not exactly what the world considers normal are we?" He moved to crowd Kurt into the bed as he undid the remaining buttons on Kurt's top before sliding it down his arms and dropping it on the floor at the foot of his bed. "Say it again."

Kurt grinned, grabbing Blaine's belt loops before leaning in to whisper "I'm your boyfriend," against Blaine's parted lips before letting himself fall onto the bed, pulling Blaine down with him by the grip on his jeans. He let out a bark of laughter at the undignified yet endearing yelp that escaped Blaine as he landed. "Hi."

The junior moved so that he was hovering face to face with him, "hi." He could feel every inch of Blaine against him. He'd known Blaine was hard, he'd felt it more than once at the bar as they danced, but this was different. This wasn't them half-hard from dancing on top of each other this was undressing and lying in a bed and having the intention of going further.

Kurt leant up for a kiss and tugged lightly at the belt loops his fingers were still tangled in. "Your turn...say it."

Blaine lowered himself down to his forearms, "I'm you're boyfriend."

Kurt groaned as Blaine let himself drop the rest of the way for a kiss that was far dirtier than any they'd shared so far, his hands wandering blindly down to Blaine's fly to unbutton his jeans and roughly start shoving them down over his ass. Oh god, his ass, he was right from the start, Blaine had an amazing ass, it was even better to be able to grab onto it with only Blaine's thin boxer briefs in the way.

He couldn't help it, he squeezed, grinning wolfishly when Blaine whimpered and jerked down, his cock grinding down against Kurt's own - the denim off his own jeans did nothing to stop the intense wave of pleasure shooting up his spine. Using his grip on Blaine's ass and bracing himself on one leg Kurt deftly flipped them so he was on top, moving to sit up and ignoring Blaine's "what, no! Come back!" and yanking his jeans off all the way before hastily removing his own and crawling back to hover over Blaine.

He searched his eyes quickly for even the smallest hint of hesitance, finding only want, before keeping his eyes locked on Blaine's and lowering his hips slowly into the cradle of Blaine's. He sucked in a gasp as the other boy immediately moaned and let his legs fall apart, feet flat on the mattress, so Kurt could lie between them. "Shit Blaine."

"Don't you dare stop." Blaine's hands flew to Kurt's rear, gripping his ass and using it to pull Kurt's lower body repeatedly into his own, choking on a breath as their cocks finally aligned.

Kurt buried his face into Blaine's neck, he couldn't concentrate enough to kiss him and keep his cock grinding into Blaine's at the same time, and at the moment chasing the fire building at the base of his spine took precedence. Thankfully Blaine didn't seem to mind based on the whimpers and moans leaking in a constant stream from his mouth.

Kurt was slowly becoming aware of the choked off gasps and whimpers coming from in between his own lips though he couldn't bring himself to care how the sounded. He tried to keep his thrusts even, he really did, but it was all too much, Blaine was too much.

"Fuck Blaine.'M not gonna last." He spoke into Blaine's neck, littering the skin with open mouthed kisses, sucking whenever he passed over a sensitive spot.

"Me neither...shiit." Blaine's hands squeezed his ass harder, pulling him into the cradle his open thighs created with more force and speed each time as one hand slid up a few inches before snaking back down, this time under the waistband of his boxer briefs. Kurt lifted his head when he felt Blaine's hand on his bare skin, squeezing and rubbing in time with his thrusts. The other boy had his head pressed back into the pillow, eyes wide open starting at the ceiling and biting his bottom lip so hard Kurt thought he might actually break the skin.

Blaine's other hand slipped bellow his underwear to grip his other cheek, finger tips grazing along his crack and he was gone. "Fuck, Blaine." He dropped his head back to Blaine's shoulder, biting down as his hips stuttered, cock sliding deliciously against Blaine's, eyes screwed shut as his world turned white. He was vaguely aware of his own muffled cries and pleas mixing with newer louder ones, of Blaine's cock jerking against his slowly softening one while his body shuddered beneath him.

He slowly came back down to earth; rolling to the side to slip off of Blaine and onto his back, arms spread wide either side. Blaine let out a displeased noise and groped with hand along the bed until it located Kurt's and tangled them together as they both panted, trying to get as much oxygen as possible.

"That," Kurt swallowed and tried again, "that was amazing." Blaine made a noise of agreement but Kurt didn't move to face him, there was a high probability that he was in shock. Can you even go into shock after sex? His eyes were fixed wide and unbelieving on the ceiling. He'd just had his first orgasm with someone else, at the hands...well hips...of someone else and not just his own right hand. He'd had his first sexual encounter that was welcomed and it was with Blaine. "Pinch me." 

"Can't move, pinch you later." Kurt let his head fall to the side to stare at Blaine. He was grinning up at the ceiling like he'd just won the lottery. Blaine turned to smile blindingly at Kurt and the blue-haired boy didn't even consider not returning it; it was a reflex now, Blaine smiles, he smiles back. "Hey, boyfriend." He rolled so that he moulded himself into the curve of Kurt's side, head resting on his chest; hand over where his heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of his chest.

Kurt smiled wider, snaking one arm under Blaine and down to rest over his hip, the other reaching up to link with the hand resting over his rabbit-quick heart. "Hey, boyfriend."