"I don't know how we are going to win Regionals," Blaine flops on his bed and let's out a groan.

Rachel huffs, "We will win because we are good. I don't know about if Puck's girlfriend will still even be with us," she sat on the bed next to Blaine.

Blaine turns his head, "Her name is Lauren."

"I know," Rachel shrugged and didn't even to listen to her friend, "Now I think that if Finn and I take the duet, with our outstanding vocals we would definitely win."

Rolling over, Blaine buried his head in his pillow, "Whatever."

"What's with you lately," Rachel poked Blaine's side, "Is everything okay with Kurt?"

"Fine I guess," Blaine sat up and shrugged, "I mean we are just fine. I can't help but think something is going to come up soon though."

"Have you asked him about Glee lately?" Rachel asked him hopefully.

Blaine shook his head, "I don't want that come between the two of us. I mean it would be amazing if he did join, but I don't want him to get mad at me over that."

"Understandable," Rachel crossed her leg over her other, "We have more pressing matters coming up in this lovely month though."

"What?" Blaine asked her.

"Your birthday you goofball," Rachel smiled, "Now how about a bowling party?"

"I'm not seven Rachel," Blaine laughed. "Honestly I don't want a birthday party or anything. We can go out for dinner or something, but I don't want a party or anything like that."

"But it's your eighteenth birthday," Rachel pulled on Blaine's arm, "It's the legal age you can vote and...and..."

"Sign up for the draft?" Blaine suggested.

Rachel hit Blaine's arm playfully, "Fine be a party pooper."

Blaine leaned on Rachel's side, "If you really want to throw me a party, I guess I won't mind a little celebration with the Glee club at school that day."

"That's lame," Rachel stuck her tongue out at him.

"I'm hungry, want to see what we can scrounge up from the kitchen?" Blaine asked her changing the subject.

Rachel laughed, "Growing boys and their food."

"You know it," Blaine winked at her, "And I'm still taller than you." He ran out of his room and down the stairs.

"Blaine Anderson, get back," Rachel followed him out the door.

The next day at school, Blaine was in the library with Kurt during their lunch period. Kurt leaned on Blaine, "So I was thinking your birthday is coming up."

"It is," Blaine smiled at him.

"Well I know you said you didn't want a party or anything, but you're turning eighteen," Kurt said grabbing his arm and shaking it lightly, "You have to admit a party would be a good way to celebrate."

Blaine looked over at him, "I don't think so Kurt. I mean the only friends I have are the Glee club and I'm fine with just a song from them like they are planning."

"Didn't you say your parents aren't going to be home anyways," Kurt said to him, "I mean a few friends over and some drinks."

"Um, Kurt if you remember I don't really like the party scene," Blaine said.

Kurt sighed, "Alright you are right."

"Thank you," Blaine kissed him on the cheek, "By the way, I expect a nice dinner just the two of us."

"That I can give you," Kurt grinned. They left the library and went to their classes. Kurt walked into Cheerios rehearsal and dropped his bag off with the others. "Hello girls."

"Oh look who it is," Santana crossed her arms over her chest, "If isn't the little whipped boy toy."

Quinn tried to hide her laugh, "Oh Santana don't say that."

Kurt groaned as he sat down to start stretching, "This again, I swear it's every day. And I am not whipped."

"You are," Santana said putting a hand on her hip, "I mean what else can you call it when you just do everything he asks you and you give up your entire life for him."

"I did not," Kurt said to her.

"Sure you did, I mean you haven't been to one of my parties in weeks," Santana waved her hand. "I mean Anderson must have you one tight leash."

Kurt gritted his teeth, "Can you stop now."

"Yeah Santana, I mean look at him," Quinn reached over and pinched his cheek.

Kurt hit her hand away, "Knock it off. Just leave me alone."

"Hey Kurt," Brittany appeared at his side, "Where is your collar?"

"What?" Kurt looked taken back, "What are you talking about Brittany?"

"Santana keeps mentioning how Blaine has you on a leash," Brittany shrugged, "Is it at home?"

"Okay stop," Kurt stood up, "Blaine isn't in charge of my life and I just prefer to not go to parties lately."

"And why is that?" Santana asked him.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Because Blaine prefers to stay at home on those nights."

"Blaine this and Blaine that," Santana waved a hand, "I thought you would be cooler if you were getting laid."

"I am so done with this conversation," Kurt groaned, "I will see you at practice later."

After practice, Kurt saw Blaine was leaning against the locker and flipping through his book. He walked up to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Hey you," Blaine smiled up at him.

"Hi," Kurt grinned. He turned around and saw Santana make a whip motion. "Ready to get out of here?"

"Something wrong?" Blaine asked him.

Kurt shook his head, "No, just the usual stuff. Are you going to eat dinner with us tonight?" he asked as they started to walk down the hall.

"I guess it's up to you," Blaine shrugged, "My parents aren't home, but I do have to work on those songs."

"Really, the New Directions are taking this more seriously than last year," Kurt said.

"We want to win," Blaine opened the door and let Kurt walk out first, "I mean losing someone doesn't help either. We will have to ask one of the band guys if we can't find anyone to fill the spot." He tried to hint towards Kurt.

Kurt nodded his head, "The girls didn't mention that."

Blaine sighed, "Right, of course they didn't. Anything planned for this weekend?"

"Besides what I have planned for your birthday?" Kurt gave him a grin, "It's a surprise of course."

Looking down, Blaine blushed, "You know we haven't had alone time in awhile."

"Not since homecoming," Kurt reached over and touched Blaine's arm, "We will definitely make time this weekend."

"That sounds like fun," Blaine said as he pulled his car keys from his pocket, "Did you want me to pick up you tomorrow morning?"

"Sure," Kurt shrugged, "I like your car better than mine anyways."

For the rest of the week, Blaine was left guessing what Kurt was doing for his birthday. His friends sang him a song on Friday and they had ice cream cake. It was perfect except Kurt wasn't there.

After Glee club, the girls went to cheerleading practice and Kurt was there practicing waiting for rehearsal to begin.

"So we just had a party for the birthday boy," Santana grinned, "Lame."

"Leave him alone Satan," Kurt glared at her, "He wanted a small celebration, he doesn't like parties like we do."

"You mean like you used to," Santana commented.

Quinn gave a smile, "You know sometimes a guy doesn't know what he likes until something is happening."

"What are you implying?" Kurt asked her.

"Just saying his parents aren't home," Santana said with a shrug.

Kurt tossed his bag over his shoulder, "You know what, just so you are aware I am throwing Blaine a huge party this weekend. Saturday night at his house! Invite everyone!" He grumbled and walked off instantly regretting what he had just said.

Blaine spent his Friday night with his parents celebrating his birthday. Kurt went to the restaurant with them. They attended a fancy restaurant where they had to wear a tie and jacket.

Kurt sat in his seat and wiggled, "You realize that your parents did this because they think you like it."

"No," Blaine shook his head, "My parents did this because they like it. I already had a celebration with my friends and that was fun."

Kurt just gave him a smile. He tried to forget about what he had told Santana just hours earlier.

"Hey, you alright?" Blaine asked him.

Smiling at his boyfriend, Kurt nodded, "Course I am. Just busy planning tomorrow still."

"I can't wait," Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand underneath the table.

They continued to talk with Blaine's parents about school and what college's they were both looking into until they finished dinner. Blaine drove Kurt back home and kissed him goodnight.

"Be ready for a day of birthday fun," Kurt smiled.

"I am excited," Blaine said happily, "Are you sure you are okay though?"

"Yep fine," Kurt gave a nod, "So be ready around noonish, I'll be around to pick you up." He hopped out of the car and hoped tomorrow wasn't going to be a disaster.

Kurt woke up and showered immediately. When he got out of the shower, his phone started ringing and he picked up it without noticing who it was as he looked at his clothes selection, "Hey."

"So still on for tonight?" Santana asked him.

"Yes," Kurt said letting his anger get the better of him again, "Now if you'll excuse me I need to get dressed to celebrate my boyfriend's birthday." He hung up on her and tossed the phone on his bed.

Kurt looked through his closet and found an outfit he felt appropriate. He finished the final preparations and then drove to Blaine's house. Honking his horn, Blaine opened his door and gave Kurt a look as he walked to the car.

"Didn't feel like walking to the door?" Blaine asked him.

Kurt looked at him, "Oh sorry," he rolled his eyes. "Ready to go?"

Blaine shifted in his seat, "Yeah." He wondered what was up with Kurt.

Driving in uncomfortable silence, Kurt turned on the radio, but still wasn't the same. Finally he pulled into a parking spot and parked. "This has been a shitty birthday already, I am horrible at this," Kurt groaned.

"Don't say that," Blaine reached over to rub Kurt's back, "I didn't mean to say that, I just thought it was weird you didn't come to the door."

"I know, I should have," Kurt let his head hit the steering wheel. "I think its old habit."

Blaine smiled, "Don't worry about, but I have to ask why we are parked in front of a laser tag building?"

"Why do you think?" Kurt grinned happily, "Stop one on the best birthday." He hopped out of the car and opened Blaine's door for him. "Let's go birthday boy."

They played laser tag for a few hours, they played on the same team sometimes and opposite teams too. Blaine was amazed how good Kurt was at the game.

Leaving, Kurt just smiled, "I never tell my secrets."

"You just got those guys though," Blaine exclaimed as they got into the car, "We need to do that again."

"We will," Kurt said to him, "Now it's time for dinner." He started driving and Blaine didn't recognize where they were going at all. Kurt noticed this and laughed, "Don't worry we are going somewhere I know you will like. Just trust me."

"Oh I trust you," Blaine said looking out the window, "It's those friends of yours I don't trust," he smiled.

Kurt just gave a nod as he realized just what his friends were doing tonight. He didn't say anything as he drove with the music now playing. He finally turned into a restaurant's parking lot and unbuckled his seat belt.

Blaine looked at the name of the restaurant, "Interesting."

"My mom used to take me here," Kurt said to him, "I loved to get the dessert, so I thought we eat some dinner and get some cheesecake."

"That sounds amazing," Blaine said taking Kurt's hand and squeezing it.

Kurt smiled happily, "Great. The chicken parmesan is amazing."

The couple went inside the restaurant and sat at the booth Kurt said he used to always sit with his mom at. They ordered their drinks and dinner choices. Making small talk with one another until their dinner came wasn't hard for them. Blaine swore they never could find a spare moment when they were together.

After they ate, the restaurant got dimmer and they came out singing Happy Birthday to Blaine with candles in a cheesecake. Blaine blushed as he looked over at Kurt. He blew out the candles and laughed. "I should have known," Blaine said looking down.

Kurt smiled at him, "I never tell my secrets." He served them a slice of cheesecake to share. They fed each other a few bites and ate some themselves. Between the two of them, they ate three pieces of cheesecake. The waitress packaged the rest and Blaine wanted to take it home with him.

Driving back to Blaine's house, Kurt had forgotten. He forgot about what he told Santana. He had forgotten about the party completely. There were dozens of cars parked by Blaine's house and there were people everywhere.

Blaine's eyes widened when they pulled up to his house, "What is going on?"

Kurt was speechless, "I don't know," he shrugged.

Blaine gave him a look, "You're lying."

"I'm not," Kurt said unbuckling his seatbelt, "How do you even know?"

"I'm not stupid Kurt," Blaine said getting out of the car.

Kurt followed him and ran to catch up with Blaine, "Hang on. We need to talk about this."

Blaine turned around and shoved the cheesecake box at Kurt, "Whatever." He pushed his way into his own house and he spotted Santana grinding against Brittany.

Santana waved, "Happy Birthday!" she slurred and walked over to him. She kissed him on the cheek, "Do you like your party? It was all Kurt's idea."

Brittany jumped up and down, "Kurtie wanted you to have a party! It's perfect because your house is so big!"

Blaine pushed the two girls away. He thought that Kurt wouldn't plan this. Kurt knows he doesn't like parties. His Kurt wouldn't never plan something like this for him.

Kurt appeared next to him somehow and shouted over the music, "I need to talk to you."

"What?" Blaine asked him shouting. He crossed his arms over his chest, "Just tell me one thing, was this your idea?"

Kurt opened his mouth, and then closed it. He didn't know how to tell Blaine.

"Fine you know what, why don't you talk to all of them," Blaine roared at him and threw his arms in the air. "Obviously you needed to just have a party. I don't know what I was thinking." He rubbed his eyes. He then turned around and started to run out the front door.

Kurt tried to follow but there were too many people, he guessed Santana really did tell everyone. This wasn't going to end well.