"I'm sorry, Kurt," Blaine stumbled out of the bedroom, startling Kurt who had been flipping through Vogue on the couch.

"Woah, you can move now?" Kurt jumped up and ran to hug his boyfriend, who'd been sick in bed for the past week.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a hell of a lot better," Blaine tilted his chin and kissed Kurt, his lips only parting from Kurt's to smile.

"Well, I'm glad. Because you know what today is, right?" Kurt tugged his boyfriend's hand and ran into the bedroom. Blaine followed, laughing as Kurt tossed a pile of clothes at him. Kurt released his hand and he began to strip.

"Oh, Mr. Hummel, I seem to have forgotten. I do know, however, that I smell like someone who hasn't showered in weeks," he raised an eyebrow as he pulled his pants off and was left only in his boxers. "And you are still in your pajamas." Blaine rested his hands on Kurt's hips and slowly pulled at the string, untying Kurt's boxers. He brushed Kurt's already forming erection lightly, causing Kurt to moan lightly into his neck.

"Blaine," Kurt panted as he felt the chill that meant all of his clothing had been removed. He felt the warm hands leave his body for a split second, but when he looked over, Blaine was taking off his own boxers. He gasped as Blaine lifted him into his arms and ran him to the bathroom. They both laughed when the cold water made them jump. Blaine set Kurt down gently, but didn't let his lips leave his boyfriend's at all.

"You never accepted my apology," Blaine moaned as Kurt nibbled on his neck.

"What are you apologizing for?" Kurt asked breathlessly between kisses.

"Angel," Blaine began to wash both of the boys' hair.

"Oh, Blaine, honey... That's not your fault," Kurt went to work washing both of the boys' bodies. It was a strange routine, but it was one they'd developed for showering together. However, there was a certain part of the body that they had to wash themselves; otherwise they would be late for whatever appointment they had that day. They had learned that from... previous experience.

"Yeah, but I feel like it is," Blaine shut the water off, "I don't know what I was thinking, even asking her what that was. I'm sorry I lied to you about it, I just had no clue what was going on and didn't want you to get the wrong idea." They both grabbed the brick red striped towels, Blaine smiled a bit. They always reminded him of Gryffindor House from Harry Potter.

Kurt smiled and pulled his vest around him. "Listen, I don't blame you. I... I don't like to admit this, but I'm going to be honest, I probably would've. I just... love you so much."

Blaine put his arms around Kurt's waist, "I promised you once that I'd never say goodbye to you. Remember that, Kurt?"

"Yeah, why?" Kurt turned his neck ever so slightly to lean into Blaine's peck on the lips.

"It still stands."

-

"So, you seriously don't remember what today is?" Kurt raised an eyebrow and leaned on the counter.

Blaine turned around and put his chin in his hands, also leaning down on the counter. Kurt laughed at Blaine's blue oven mitts. "When else do I make breakfast but our birthday?"

"So you do remember!" Kurt exclaimed sarcastically, hopping up to steal away the breakfast pan from Blaine. He popped a piece of bacon in his mouth. "Blaine, you're going to burn it!"

"Hey, you're the one taste testing!" Blaine shoved him jokingly and turned off the oven. He poured a glass of orange juice and took two plates out of the fridge.

"If I hadn't, it would've been deemed a toxic substance," Kurt laughed and began to eat. Blaine went for the fridge and Kurt stopped him. "No maple syrup, you've had almost all of it this week and I want to save it for when Cooper comes over on Saturday!"

"Ugh, you're a jerk, Kurt Hummel. Don't we have school today?" Blaine sat back down and kicked Kurt around the side of the table. Kurt's eyes sparkled with mystery. Blaine raised his eyebrows and chuckled as he popped the last piece of bacon into his mouth. "We aren't going to school today, are we?"

"Now you're getting the idea, Blainers," Kurt put both of their plates and glasses in the dishwasher.

"Don't even, Kurt...ers?" Blaine tried to make up a teasing name, but he couldn't do it.

Kurt burst out laughing. "Can't even come up with a name, Blainers?" He saw Blaine's eyes flare up, not with anger, but with mild annoyance that could only be kept from anger by Kurt. "Alright, Alright Blaine."

"So, what are we doing today?" Blaine jumped up and grabbed his bag.

"Woah there doggie, it's a surprise," Kurt grabbed his bag and followed Blaine out of the apartment. They walked out and waited to cross the street.

At Blaine's protesting look, Kurt rolled his eyes as he crossed. "You get Saturday to mess around with me all you want." When Blaine chuckled, Kurt laughed sarcastically. "Oh, you're real funny. No wonder you're still in high school, immature little-"

"KURT!" The bus came too fast for both boys. Blaine jumped after Kurt, wanting to push him out of the way. Neither one of them, however, could avoid it in time. There was a sickening crack as the world went dark.