Including Blaine.

Kurt bit his lip and tossed another fireball at the cement wall in frustration. He was getting pretty good at making various shapes and sizes of fireballs, and sending them in different trajectories. He wasn't mad at Blaine. He just wasn't happy. Blaine had come to him, incredibly nervous, two weeks ago and told him that his parents had sat him down the night before informing him of the upcoming vacation he was going to be a part of.

In Italy.

Of course Kurt had been excited for Blaine—he got to go to Italy for two weeks! Who wouldn't be excited for that? But now Blaine would miss their first Christmas together, their first New Years together, and Kurt's birthday. Kurt was allowed to feel a little selfish, right?

Blaine was already on a plane traveling halfway across the world right now and Kurt felt miserable. He tossed another fireball—a large one, straight at the wall.

It was going to be a long two weeks.

The six hour time difference made talking on Skype difficult. Kurt was spending the first few days of vacation before Christmas at the shop, and by the time he got off work, it was already close to midnight for Blaine.

Christmas Eve they finally got to sit down and have a proper Skype chat—which Kurt desperately needed. He was beginning to feel a little frazzled from all the holiday madness and just being away from Blaine in general. As soon as he saw Blaine's face on his computer monitor, he felt his sense of control start to slowly come back.

"Hey there," Kurt smiled, resisting the urge to touch the screen.

"Oh this is so much better than talking on the phone, hey you." Blaine said and waved. "I miss you!"

Kurt nodded and waved back. "I miss you too. How's your trip?"

Blaine made a noncommittal noise and shrugged. "Honestly I don't even know why they wanted me to come along. They're off taking care of their own stuff, while I'm left to my own devices. I could've just stayed home."

"Yeah, but Blaine, its Italy. Sure you're at least having some fun?"

"Eh," Blaine shrugged again. "I've been here before. I just hate that I'm here and you're there and I'm going to miss your birthday, and everything. This sucks, Kurt."

Kurt resisted the urge to pout and just nodded instead. "I love you, you know that?"

Blaine smiled and touched his screen with a couple fingers. "I love you too. And," he took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly before opening them, "I've been thinking the last couple of days. Well, I guess. For a while, now."

Kurt cocked his head to the side at the sudden seriousness in Blaine's voice. He felt his heart rate start to increase because well, Blaine had a very serious look on his face. "Yes?"

"Kurt, I think I'm ready."

If Kurt's eyes could've fallen out of his head, they would've. "W-what?" Because, what? Blaine was—no, this was not a conversation they were having over Skype. "Blaine, what?"

Blaine took another deep breath and nodded. "I'm ready to talk. About you. About everything. I think I have been, for a while, we've just been so busy."

Oh.

Oh.

Kurt was pretty sure he was blushing from head to toe and he really hoped that Blaine couldn't see that through the computer screen. He'd definitely gotten the wrong idea of what he thought Blaine was ready for. But, honestly. Who says something like that and it doesn't have to do with…sex?

"Kurt? Are you still with me? Is that okay? I mean, we don't have to talk about it, I'm just saying. I'm ready to hear about it. We can wait till I'm home, obviously—"

Kurt held up his hand and shook his head. "No, Blaine. It's fine. I just, wow. Okay. Let's wait till you get home, yeah. You know I'm more than happy to talk to you about anything."

"Okay, phew," Blaine let out a breathless laugh, "you just look kinda panic stricken there for a second."

"I'm good. It's okay. When you get back, okay? I don't think I can do this sort of thing through a computer screen." In fact, he was sure of it. He'd need Blaine right there, next to him.

Blaine grinned. "Great, it's a date."

"Merry Christmas!"

Kurt took a sip from his hot chocolate and smiled. "Merry Christmas, Finn."

Finn immediately sat down on the couch next to Kurt and wrapped his arm around him, pulling Kurt to his chest. "What are you doing up so early?"

Kurt sent his mug to the end table and sighed. "I tried to catch Blaine on Skype, or even on the phone, but he must be out already. So I just came down here to wait for everyone to start waking up before I start breakfast."

Finn's eyes darted to the tree and he pulled Kurt in closer to his chest. "Hey, dude. Calm down you're making the lights flicker. It's Christmas, he's probably with his parents. You'll talk to him, don't worry."

"Sorry," Kurt said with a sigh. He hadn't even really noticed what he was doing to the Christmas tree lights. "I'm just, ugh. I shouldn't be upset. But I just wanted to spend Christmas with him, you know? And my birthday. And this all just sort of sucks."

"Hey, c'mon. It's Christmas. Yeah, it's a bummer that he's not here but you can't spend the whole day bummed out, bro."

Kurt pulled a face and nodded. "You're right, I'm sorry. C'mon," he said, sitting up and pulling Finn up with him, "let's go start breakfast."

Kurt made his way to the kitchen and hopped up on the counter, something he usually yelled at Finn for doing but today he just didn't care. He opened the fridge, pulled out the carton of eggs, a package of turkey bacon, and an assortment of vegetables and sent them to the other counter. "I think I heard dad and Carole moving around upstairs so I'll just get started."

"Mhm, remember mom's working today so she'll probably want something quick," Finn said. He took a seat on one of the stools at the counter and watched the eggs come up out of the carton, crack, and land in the frying pan.

Kurt nodded and leaned his head back against the cabinets. He started scrambling a couple eggs for Carole while he also started on chopping various vegetables for omelets.

"Morning kids, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas. Carole, your eggs will be ready in a minute. Dad, cut it out, those are for the omelets," Kurt sighed and shook his head. He sent the scrambled eggs on to a plate and set it on the counter for Carole.

"Sucks that you have to work today, mom," Finn said, leaning back and bumping lightly against Carole.

Carole smiled and grabbed a fork from the drawer. She poured a little bit of pepper and salt on her eggs and made and approving noise when she took a bite. "Thanks, Kurt. And Finn, I'm sorry, I know. But I had Thanksgiving off, so you know how it works. People still get sick on holidays." She smiled and kissed Finn's forehead. "I'll be back tonight and we can open presents."

"In the meantime, I'm sure the boys and I can figure out something to do," Burt said and leaned against the counter next to Kurt. He reached up and ruffled Kurt's hair, and Kurt quickly pushed his hand away.

"Cut it out dad, or you're not getting any bacon."

Burt rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. "You call that bacon? It's not even real bacon."

"Be nice, sweetie. It's Christmas," Carole said and leaned in to kiss Burt. "I'll be back tonight; you boys try to get along while I'm gone, okay?"

"No promises!" Kurt sing-songed and moved a handful of vegetables and eggs into the fry pan to start on an omelet. "Have a good day at work, Carole."

Burt clapped his hands together after Carole shut door to the garage behind her and let out a huff of air. "So, boys, football marathon?"

Kurt groaned.

Kurt was still mostly asleep when he heard his door open. That wasn't an unusual circumstance on his birthday, so he didn't even flinch. He barely stirred when he felt a dip in his bed. "Finn, g'way," he mumbled.

"I don't think Finn would be doing this to the birthday boy."

As soon as Kurt heard that voice and felt the press of lips against his cheek, his eyes flew open. "Blaine!"

Blaine smiled and pulled back slightly. "Happy Birthday, baby."

Kurt blinked rapidly, because surely he was still asleep and he was dreaming. There's no way Blaine was sitting right in front of him. No way. "W-what, what are you doing here?"

Blaine reached up and brushed the hair off of Kurt's forehead, and Kurt leaned into the touch. "I flew back here to be with you because I couldn't stand being away from the person I love, especially for his birthday and New Year's."

Kurt slowly sat up and shook his head. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, because I am, but…what about Italy? Your parents? You just cut your vacation short…for me?"

"Kurt," Blaine said before he leaned in and kissed Kurt quickly, "my parents basically told me to go home because I was sorta miserable. They stayed. I love you and I want to be here for your birthday."

Kurt was sure he was dreaming. Or maybe by the way his heart was expanding in his chest he was just going to die in the next few moments. "You," he breathed and was just so flabbergasted that he could barely find the words to speak. "You're amazing."

Blaine pulled Kurt into a hug and buried his head in the crook of Kurt's neck. "No, you're the amazing one, Kurt. I'm so in love with you. " His breath tickled the skin on Kurt's neck and the moist air sent shivers down Kurt's spine.

Kurt just let himself be held by Blaine for a few moments and tried to clear his mind because, really. Blaine Anderson had pretty much just blown his mind. He wasn't expecting on seeing him until break was over and now here he was, in his bed, on his birthday. Wait… in his bed? "Blaine? How'd you even get in the house?"

Blaine laughed and pulled back slightly, keeping his arms tight around Kurt. "Finn may or may not have known about me coming. And he may or may not have gone to the gym to work out for a few hours so…" he trailed off, and a blush was very noticeably creeping up on his cheeks.

"I knew he was acting strange the last couple of days," Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes. "So what you're saying, basically, is that we have the house to ourselves until he gets back?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Blaine said, his voice a little rougher. He leaned in, pressed his lips against Kurt's and sighed at the contact. "Happy Birthday, Kurt," he whispered against Kurt's mouth.

"Welcome back," Kurt smiled and returned the kiss. He leaned back and pulled Blaine with him, letting out a soft grunt when Blaine adjusted his legs so he was straddling him. "Mmm," he sighed happily, his fingers finding their way into the hair on the back of Blaine's head, "I've missed this."

Blaine held himself up on one elbow by the side of Kurt's head and used the other hand to lightly run his fingers over Kurt's cheek, down his jawline, and down his throat. "Seventeen is doing you well so far… you're gorgeous, Kurt," he said softly before leaning in and leaving a trail of soft kisses along Kurt's jaw.

Kurt closed his eyes and leaned his head back against his pillows, thoroughly enjoying the warm press of Blaine's mouth on him. He arched his back slightly and brought his other hand up to Blaine's cheek. "Kiss me," he whispered, pulling Blaine's head back up a little so he could reattach his lips to Blaine's. As soon as he felt the smooth glide of Blaine's lips against his own, he let out a soft moan, and parted his lips to deepen the kiss. A week away from Blaine felt like ages, and even before that they hadn't had any alone time like this in a while. He pulled Blaine's bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on it, enough to make Blaine whimper softly.

Blaine trailed his hand down Kurt's side, and rucked up his shirt a little bit so he could grasp onto Kurt's bare waist. Kurt shivered a little at the contact and brought his arm around to Blaine's back and started tugging at Blaine's shirt, bringing it up as far as it would go before they had to separate.

Kurt pushed Blaine back a little so he could finish pulling Blaine's shirt off and then rolled them over so he was on top. "I think," he breathed, and started kissing various places on Blaine's face, "I'm more in control, if I'm in…control."

"Wouldn't want you shattering anything in this room, that's for sure," Blaine smiled and reached down to tug at Kurt's shirt. He pulled it off completely when Kurt leaned back slightly. "Now, that's a view I can appreciate." He swallowed hard and his eyes slowly glanced over Kurt's exposed torso.

Kurt rolled his eyes and leaned back down against Blaine. "You sure are corny," he said and started leaving kisses along Blaine's neck and down to his collarbone. He sucked at the skin a little, and licked the slightly red mark he made which made Blaine moan underneath him and buck his hips slightly. He could feel that Blaine was fully hard underneath him and that still thrilled him to no end, that he, Kurt Hummel, could make Blaine Anderson hard.

Blaine grasped the waistband of Kurt's pajama pants and paused. "Kurt?"

Kurt smiled into Blaine's neck and continued to nip and lick at the skin there, enjoying how it made Blaine shiver underneath him. He wasn't wearing anything under his pajama pants and if they did this, then yeah. Sure—Blaine had seen his cock in a dimly lit room at Rachel's, but. This would be him. Totally naked. On top of Blaine. And then probably Blaine would get naked, too. He licked his lips and nodded. "Go ahead."

"Right, okay." Blaine's breath hitched in the back of his throat and he slowly inched Kurt's pants down over his ass, pushing them down as far as he could reach.

Kurt wiggled his legs and smirked as he sent his pants from where they were around his thighs to the floor. "Guess I can be good for something," he laughed and captured Blaine's lips with his mouth again. He moaned when Blaine palmed his ass, trapping his bare cock tight against Blaine's, which was still confined in his pants. He parted his lips and slowly moved his tongue into Blaine's mouth, while he shifted to the side so he could unbutton Blaine's pants. His fingers slowly pulled down the zipper, and Blaine hissed from the light pressure of Kurt's fingers on his cock.

"Mmm, Kurt," Blaine sighed.

Between the two of them, Blaine's pants got pushed and kicked off—Kurt really wasn't about to do the same for Blaine's pants as he did for his own. As soon as Kurt pressed his naked body against Blaine's naked body they both let out a simultaneous moan.

"Holy shit," Blaine groaned and bucked his hips up, his eyes rolling back slightly.

Oh, god. Kurt had to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths because, Blaine was right. Holy shit. He could feel everything. Blaine's cock was pressed tight against his own, hard and warm and thick and—oh fuck—he definitely had to focus. "Blaine," he breathed, ducking his head against Blaine's shoulder and reaching out to grasp one of Blaine's hands in his own.

"You okay baby?" Blaine whispered, and wrapped his free arm around Kurt's lower back, holding him still.

Kurt nodded, squeezing Blaine's hand in his own while bringing their clasped hands over Blaine's head. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and he could feel the sweat starting to bead on his forehead. God, he was naked. With his boyfriend. Holy fuck. "I'm good, I'm great, I'm just—" he swallowed hard and started mouthing at the skin over Blaine's collarbone, while his hips started to shift just barely and oh.

Oh wow.

That felt a million times better and amazing and different when there weren't any clothes in the way.

"K-Kurt? The light's flickering." Blaine gasped and continued to move his hips along with Kurt. A hot, synchronized glide that was driving both of them crazy.

Kurt leaned back slightly, opening his eyes to look at Blaine. "Better that then I break anything, I'll get better. I promise," he managed before closing his mouth over Blaine's, moaning loudly when Blaine dug his fingers into his hip and thrust, hard.

Sliding his tongue against Kurt's, a deep groan resonated in the back of Blaine's throat. He bent his knee, planted his foot on the bed and arched his back—and wow.

Kurt felt it—the tightening deep in his belly, the coiling heat that was taking over. He squeezed Blaine's hand and broke away from their kiss. Leaning his forehead against Blaine's, he gasped. "Blaine, I-, shit. I'm coming." He squeezed his eyes shut and he felt it—oh, god. He thrust, hard, against Blaine and his whole body stilled as his cock pulsed through his release.

"Oh, fuck Kurt. Your face," Blaine groaned, and he arched his back, his fingers digging into Kurt's hip again—Kurt absently thought that he may actually have bruises there, later—and Blaine came in between them.

They were both breathing heavy and Kurt was fully collapsed on top of Blaine. "God I love you," Kurt panted, pulling his hand away from Blaine's to bury both of his hands in Blaine's hair, holding him tight.

"I love you too," Blaine said, nodding. "I think you uh, blew a fuse."

Kurt squinted and turned his head so he could look around. Everything electronic was out in his room. He groaned and pulled back far enough to rub his face with his hand, grimacing when he noticed the sticky mess on his stomach. "I don't-" he sighed and shook his head. "Ugh, I'm not even going to worry about it until we get cleaned up and dressed. I'll figure out how to control myself one of these days."

"Hey," Blaine said softly, reaching up to run a finger over Kurt's eyebrow. "Happy Birthday. And it's okay." His lips twitched into a slight smile as he ran his thumb over Kurt's bottom lip. "That just means we have to keep practicing, right?"