"So Kurt, you two got any plans for your birthday this weekend?" Burt asked Kurt over the phone the Thursday before his birthday.

"I'm not too sure, Blaine's been so secretive. I think he's planning a special dinner for us on Saturday though," Kurt replied as he held the phone between his shoulder and ear, using his hands to finely chop the onions to go into his pasta dish.

"Well, seeing as Saturday is your birthday, I'd hope he had something special planned for you," Burt chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm sure whatever he's been working on will be amazing," Kurt grinned down the line, "But what about you Dad? I know that you had another hospital appointment today,"

"Clean bill of health," Burt replied smugly, "I've been watching my fluid intake and keeping up with my healthy eating. Haven't even had so much as a sniffle,"

"I'm glad Dad," Kurt smiled, even though he knew his Dad couldn't see him, "So how long until you come and visit Blaine and I? I've been in Blaine's place for over six months and you and Carole still haven't come for a visit,"

"I know, and I'm sorry kid. Carole and I are trying to take a couple of weeks off in June each, which means we'll be free to come and visit,"

"Well Blaine and I are looking forward for when you do finally come and stay,"

"I'm looking forward to it too kid. We haven't seen each other since Christmas, that's way too long of a time to go without hugging your son,"

"I miss you too Dad," Kurt smiled as he stirred the sauce on the stove.

"So where's Blaine tonight? You sound like you're home alone?"

"Thursday is one of his late nights. He has clients until seven,"

"And he starts at eight in the morning?" Burt exclaimed.

"Not every day, but he had to this morning. It's prom season, so he's been really busy,"

"Poor guy. He deserves a break,"

"He does," Kurt sighed, "You can't tell him, but I'm planning a vacation for the two of us in August. It's at the tail end of wedding season in New York, and just before the back to school rush starts. Plus it'll be our one year anniversary," Kurt grinned again, he excitement evident in his voice.

"Wow, one year Kurt, that's a big deal," Kurt could hear the fondness in his Dad's voice.

"Dad," Kurt sighed, biting his lip, trying to keep his grin under control.

"I know you were with Jackson for a long time Kurt, but it's just I've never seen you happier than when you're with Blaine. Watching you two at Christmas, you'd think that you'd been together for twenty years,"

"Dad, were only twenty five," Kurt replied, lifting his spoon to taste his sauce.

"Twenty six on Saturday," Burt corrected.

"Twenty six on Saturday," Kurt confirmed.

"Wow, I still can't believe my boy is turning twenty six," Burt replied softly.

"Dad, please don't go getting all emotional. I'm not there to give you a hug," Kurt answered, just as softly.

"I'm sorry, I just miss you kid,"

"I miss you too Dad, but by the sounds of it, we'll be seeing you in June right?"

"Right," Burt finished. Kurt hummed in response, turning his head at the sound of keys in the front door.

"Hey Dad, I've gotta go, Blaine just got home,"

"Ok kid, you say hey to Blaine for me,"

"Will do Dad,"

"I love you Kurt,"

"I love you too Dad," Kurt finished as he pulled his phone out from between his ear and shoulder to hang it up; turning to great Blaine with a kiss, "Hey you. How was work?" Kurt asked, turning back to stir the pasta.

"Long," Blaine replied, opening the cupboard, pulling out a bottle of red wine and two glasses, "But I'm glad to be home. How was your day?" he asked, retrieving the corkscrew from the draw, opening the bottle and pouring Kurt and himself a glass.

"It was good. Isabelle keeps talking about changes but I don't quite know what she's referring to yet. She said she'd tell me tomorrow," Kurt shrugged.

"Promotion?" Blaine asked, taking a sip of his wine.

"I don't know?" Kurt shrugged again, pulling out two plates before dishing up his and Blaine's dinner, "I mean I'd love to think it is, but I don't want to get myself excited for something that isn't going to happen," Kurt sighed as he sat down at the table opposite Blaine.

"But why wouldn't it happen?" Blaine asked, "We both know that you're the best employee they have at that company. You deserve a promotion Kurt," Blaine smiled across at Kurt as he nudged Kurt's ankle with his toe.

"Thank you," Kurt replied as he smiled into his dinner.

"Now I have a proposition for you," Blaine began.

"Go on," Kurt said, resting his chin in his hand, looking across at Blaine.

"Well, I see that Saturday is a big day for someone," he said as he winked at Kurt, "And we're both looking a little scruffy -,"

"A little?" Kurt interrupted.

"Ok," Blaine chuckled, "Maybe a touch more than a little, but wither way, I think tonight we just need to grit our teeth and get it done,"

"And then have lots of sex afterwards?" Kurt asked with a seductive smirk.

"And then have lots of sex afterwards," Blaine nodded as he laughed quietly while he bit his lip.

"Ok," Kurt nodded, "After dinner," he grinned again as he now nudged Blaine's ankle with his own foot.

An hour later saw Blaine drying the last dinner dish as Kurt let the water out of the sink.

"Who's first Mr Anderson?" Kurt whispered in a low tone into Blaine's ear as he wrapped his arms around Blaine from behind.

"I think I should go first. You wouldn't last if you went first," Blaine chuckled as he turned his head to peck Kurt's cheek.

"Fine," Kurt replied, rolling his eyes; trying to suppress a smile, "Come with me then Sir," Kurt winked as he took a hold of Blaine's hand and led him back to their bedroom, "Take a seat," Kurt prompted, gesturing to Blaine's barber's chair. Blaine obliged and was soon sitting with his black nylon cape draped over him, "So what are we doing today Mr Anderson?" Kurt asked, leaning over Blaine's shoulder slightly and looking at Blaine in the mirror's reflection.

"Well, I was thinking about taking the back and sides a touch shorter than I usually do, and leaving more curl on top. What do think Mr Hummel?" Blaine asked, turning to look at Kurt.

Kurt's eyes soften as he thought over Blaine's request and began moving his hair around with his hands.

"How short would you want me to go on the sides?" Kurt asked, still running his fingers through Blaine's hair. Blaine looked at his reflection for a few seconds before answering.

"Shorter than you usually do, just without using the clippers. We tried them once before on my hair and they just made my curls frizz,"

"Ok," Kurt nodded, reaching forward to pick up a comb and spray bottle, "No clippers," he smiled at Blaine in the mirror before beginning to spray Blaine's hair down. When Blaine's hair was sufficiently damp, he replaced the spray bottle with Blaine's scissors and began sectioning Blaine's hair before chipping into the section between his fingers with the scissors.

Kurt had combed Blaine's hair away from his scalp with the comb before bringing his fingers in to take a hold of the section, resting his fingers firmly against Blaine's head to use as a guide. Kurt focused on the task carefully as Blaine's cut curls began falling over his fingers and landing silently on the floor.

"I didn't realise how long we'd let your hair get," Kurt commented as he combed another section between his fingers before cutting into them.

"Yeah, it was getting a little unruly. The girls at work were threatening to pin me to a chair and cut my hair themselves. I had to pinkie swear to them today that I would let you cut it tonight,"

"Should I be expecting a thank you fruit basket tomorrow?" Kurt grinned as he looked up from Blaine's hair.

"I wouldn't think so," Blaine chuckled, "I think they were hoping you'd refuse and they would get to cut my hair. They've been dying to get their fingers in my curls since I started there," Blaine winked.

"Who cut your hair before I came along?" Kurt asked, genuinely interested.

"My boss," Blaine replied, "I was pretty choosey with whom I let cut my hair, and I just trusted Christine from the start. I don't just let anyone cut my hair," Blaine winked.

"You mean, the girls in the salon have never cut your hair?" Kurt asked, pausing with the scissors for a second to look at Blaine.

"Nope," Blaine shook his head, "They've never cut my hair, only Christine,"

"But you let me cut your hair, and you haven't known me as long as you've known the girls?" Kurt questioned.

"I trust you," Blaine replied, turning to look Kurt in the eyes.

"So you don't trust the girls in the salon?" Blaine smiled and shook his head.

"No, it's not like that Kurt," Blaine started as he moved upwards to place a reassuring kiss on Kurt's cheek, "I trust them, I just get set in my ways with who does my hair," Kurt nodded in understanding.

"I know what you mean. You just kind of fall into a groove," Kurt smiled as he resumed combing a section of Blaine's curls between his fingers.

"Exactly, and it helps when the stylist gets familiar with your hair type and what suits you," Blaine added.

"I agree," Kurt nodded, "So what made you decide to clip the back and sides of your hair so short? And how long ago did you do it?" Kurt asked, sounding intrigued.

"It was only a couple of years ago," Blaine started, "I'd just been through a rough few months with my parents, and then there was a bit of guy trouble on top of that, and I'd just neglected myself. Christine knew that I was hurting and knew that I needed to pick myself back up. My work never suffered, but she could tell that I was struggling internally, so one night after work she asked if I wanted to stay behind and she would cut my hair for me because it was getting pretty long. So that night I asked her to just cut it all off. I needed to just clear my life up," Blaine's mouth turned up in a small smile at the small gasp that sounded from Kurt when Blaine told him that he wanted to cut all of his curls off, "Needless to say, Christine refuse to shave my head, instead she told me to sit back and just let her do her thing. I agreed and she got straight to work. She clipped the back and sides really short, but left quite a bit of length still on top. It looked really good when she'd finished, but when I came to work the next morning we both had to have a laugh because what was left of my curls on the back and sides had just frizzed. They weren't cut following the curl, and it showed. We both decided then and there that unless I wanted a really short haircut, and was prepared to maintain it, then we wouldn't use the clippers again," Blaine finished.

"Well, I'm glad that you decided not to go super short," Kurt smiled, "I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't run my fingers through your curls every day,"

"You're welcome," Blaine smirked, his eyes moving to follow the curls that were now falling down the front of his cape. Kurt was slowly moving his way up the right hand side of Blaine's head, cutting the sides down to match the length of the back.

"Feeling better?" Kurt asked a few minutes later. He had noticed that Blaine was relaxing with every cut.

"Yeah, nothing makes me feel better than getting my hair cut," Blaine said as he smiled softly up at Kurt.

"Nothing makes me feel better than making you happy," Kurt said as he bit his lip, trying to keep his smile under control. Blaine laughed softly at the blush slowly making its way up Kurt's neck.

"I love it when I make you nervous," Blaine whispered, sitting up slightly to press another kiss against Kurt's lips.

"I love it when you make me nervous," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips, sucking Blaine's bottom lip into his mouth and biting down on it softly before releasing it and placing a final peck to Blaine's mouth before standing back up straight and resuming his haircut. Kurt snuck a look back at Blaine and smiled when he saw him, his eyes downcast and unfocused, a small smile playing on his lips. Kurt smiled himself, knowing what Blaine was thinking about, but neither man was at the stage yet to bring it up.

Kurt knew that marriage would be their conversation topic of choice soon, but for now, they were just enjoying the present.

Kurt slowly made his way around and up the left side of Blaine's head, taking his hair much shorter, before moving onto the remaining hair on the top of Blaine's head. Kurt didn't need to remove too much length from the top layers due to the fact that Blaine wanted to keep them longer, but they still needed to be cleaned up and blended into the shorter pieces on the sides and at the back. He chipped into each curl, removing the dead ends and putting shape back into Blaine's hair.

"This is so much easier after taking those classes a few months ago," Kurt said, almost done with Blaine's cut. Blaine smiled up at Kurt.

"I still can't believe that you did that for me," Blaine replied. Kurt blushed again ducked his head to focus more closely on Blaine's hair. Blaine knew that Kurt was trying to hide his red cheeks, so he just smiled and let Kurt finish his work.

"Ok," Kurt said as he stepped away from the chair, "Mr Anderson, I am done," Blaine grinned over at Kurt before turning his head from side to side, taking in his shorter hair. He sat patiently and waited for Kurt to undo the cape from around his neck and drop his cut hair that was resting in his lap to the floor. Blaine automatically lifted his hands and ran them over his new shorter hair.

"Kurt, it feels so good," Blaine commented, his hands running up the back of his head, "And it looks amazing. Thank you so much," he grinned as he stood as thanked Kurt with a kiss.

"You're very welcome," Kurt smiled as he lifted his hands to run over Blaine's shorter hair, "But I know how you can thank me," Kurt winked, still rubbing his hands through Blaine's hair at the back of his head.

"Ok," Blaine nodded, "But do you mind if I lose my shirt? There are small hairs stuck my collar and it's itchy," Blaine finished as he twitched his shoulders, trying to move the collar away from his neck.

"Let me help you with that," Kurt said as he took the hem of Blaine's shirt in his hands and lifted it up and over Blaine's head, "There we go," Kurt smirked, leaning in to suck gently at Blaine's newly exposed collarbone.

"Ok Mr Hummel," Blaine laughed, pulling away from Kurt's prying mouth, "We don't need you getting horny before I even start," Blaine laughed again at Kurt's pout as he pulled away, "Now, I think that you are wearing too many clothes," Blaine smirked, as he began tugging Kurt's shirt out from his jeans before pulling it over his head, "Much better," Blaine commented as he ran his hand over Kurt's bare shoulder and thumbed across Kurt's collarbone, "Take a seat Mr Hummel," Blaine said as he gestured towards his chair.

Kurt grinned and followed Blaine's instructions.

"With pleasure," he winked as he passed Blaine and took a seat where Blaine had been only moments ago.

"And what about you Sir? What are we doing today?" Blaine asked, uncoiling the cord of his clippers before plugging them in.

"Same length as you usually take it, but I was hoping you could texturise the top a little more, give it a little more edge," Kurt finished with a wink.

"I know just what to do," Blaine nodded as he snapped on the first attachment, "Last week in our class we were working with male models, learning a new cut. It was very similar to how you normally wear your hair, but it did incorporate more texture. So let's get started," Blaine said as he raised his eyebrows with a smile and switched his clippers on.

Blaine moved to stand behind Kurt, gently guiding his head down so his chin was resting against his chest. Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's crown and moved his clippers to the nape of his neck before slowly moving them up and through Kurt's longer hair. The clippers buzzed loudly as they cut Kurt's hair shorter, Blaine was taking off more hair than usual given the fact that he hadn't cut Kurt's hair in just under two months. Kurt shivered at the feeling of his clipped hair falling down his bare back and coming to rest on the seat of the chair.

"That's a sensation I've never felt before," he commented.

"Sorry, do you want me to cape you?" Blaine asked, pulling his clippers away from Kurt's hair.

"No, I didn't say that I didn't like it," Kurt winked. Blaine laughed and shook his head moving back to continue taking Kurt's hair shorter, "So tell me more about this male model whose hair you cut last week Blaine," Kurt prompted with a teasing tone.

"He was tall," Blaine smirked at Kurt's expression which he could see in the mirror, "And he was handsome," Blaine punctuated every explanation with another pass of his clippers, dropping the cut hair over Kurt's shoulders, "He had amazing hair," Blaine could see it in Kurt's face that he was getting annoyed with Blaine's answers, "But he was nowhere near as handsome or as beautiful or as amazing or as loving as someone else that I know,"

"Oh," Kurt said, his grin growing.

"Oh," Blaine replied, leaning over Kurt's shoulder to kiss Kurt's cheek.

Blaine watched as another blush began to creep up Kurt's neck. He could see it start from just above Kurt's bare shoulders, ending just below his ears. All Blaine could do was to try and control his smile before clipping Kurt's hair shorter. It wasn't long before Blaine was switching his clippers off and placing them back on the counter, leaning forward to pick up his spray bottle and dampen Kurt's hair, soon replacing it with his scissors and comb.

"If this haircut doesn't prompt Isabelle to promote you tomorrow, then I'm coming down to your work and filing a complaint," Blaine commented as he chipped deeply into Kurt's hair.

"Blaine, I've told you; I don't know if what she was talking about was a promotion," Kurt supplied.

"I know, but I just think that you deserve it. If she can't see how hard you work for that company, then she doesn't deserve to have you around,"

"I appreciate your support, but I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow," Kurt shrugged. Blaine paused with his scissors, mid cut, and moved to stand in front of Kurt, carefully placing a hand on each of Kurt's cheeks.

"Kurt, you are talented, and amazing, and incredibly professional, and everything that vogue dot com needs and if they can't see that, then they're missing out on a great asset to their company, and not to mention that I am so incredibly proud of you," Blaine finished, following with a kiss to the corner of Kurt's mouth.

"I love you," Kurt said with a small smile when Blaine pulled away.

"I love you to," Blaine smiled, moving to stand back behind Kurt and continuing where he left off.

Twenty minutes later and Kurt's shoulders, chest and back and were covered with his cut hair that had fallen from Blaine's scissors and collected there.

"Well the good news is, is that your hair looks amazing. The bad news is, you are covered in your own hair," Blaine laughed, moving to brush Kurt's skin clean.

"Blaine," Kurt started, catching Blaine's fast moving wrists in his hands, "Why don't we just get in the shower. All you're doing is brushing my hair off of my shoulders and it's getting stuck in your chest hair," Kurt chuckled at the cut strands of his hair settling in Blaine's chest hair.

"Oh god, that could get itchy," Blaine laughed before he stepped forwards and picked Kurt up from the chair in one easy motion.

"To the bathroom please Mr Anderson," Kurt whispered seductively in Blaine's ear, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck, "By the way, my hair looks perfect, thank you," Kurt finished as he moved to catch Blaine's lips with his own. Blaine had to pause while on his way to their bathroom, losing track of where he was walking, with Kurt's lips attached to his own.