Friday morning, Kurt woke up to something brushing lightly along the back of his neck. He slowly moved his head from side to side against his pillow, trying to get away from the ticklish sensation. He stopped however when he heard a soft chuckle from behind him. Kurt smiled to himself when he felt Blaine's lips dust over his freshly cut hair at the back of his neck.

"Morning Blaine," Kurt mumbled, still not turning over, enjoying the feeling of Blaine's kisses too much to move.

"Morning baby," Blaine whispered against Kurt's neck, "Sleep ok?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah," Kurt sighed, slowly rolling over to be met by a grinning yet sleepy looking Blaine, "What are you still doing here, I thought you had to start at eight this morning?" Kurt asked, draping his arm over Blaine's waist and giving his ass a light squeeze. Blaine laughed lightly at the feeling, but was too sated to move.

"Nope," Blaine said as he shook his head, "Don't have to be in until ten today. My usual early Friday morning client rang up and cancelled just before I left last night, her daughter fell off the jungle gym at school and broke her wrist, so she had to stay home to take care of her,"

"That's horrible," Kurt whispered, his grip tightening around Blaine's waist.

"I know, Mrs Carter was pretty upset when she called me last night, but I told her to take her time, I'd still be here when her daughter could manage by herself again," Kurt smiled at Blaine's words and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, "What was that for?" Blaine asked as he grinned.

"You're too perfect," Kurt said as he returned the grin. Blaine just shook his head, trying to hide his reddening cheeks.

"No I'm not," he chuckled softly, "But just because I start later today doesn't mean that you get to have a lie in, you're going to be late for work if you don't get a move on," Blaine finished, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Kurt's mouth before moving to sit up and get out of bed, "Come on," Blaine said as he held out his hand for Kurt, "I'll get breakfast started while you shower,"

"No morning shower sex?" Kurt pouted, Blaine, laughed as he kissed Kurt's pout.

"Not today babe, saving myself for tomorrow. Gotta keep the birthday boy satisfied," Blaine winked as he pulled on a pair of sweat pants over his naked lower half, "Now up or you really will be late," Blaine laughed at Kurt's groan as he pushed his glasses on and made his way out into the kitchen, pulling out a pan to start cooking Kurt's omelette.

Only half an hour later, Kurt was done with his shower and ready for work, hair styled and skin moisturised.

"I think that's a new record for you," Blaine laughed, sliding a plate in front of Kurt, loaded with omelette.

"Shush you," Kurt replied before picking up his fork and taking a bite of his breakfast, "Blaine, this is really good,"

"Don't sound so surprised," Blaine laughed, sitting down opposite Kurt at their kitchen bench, Kurt shot Blaine a look and Blaine laughed in return, nudging his foot against Kurt's ankle under the table.

"Ok, now I've really got to go," Kurt rushed as he placed his dirty dishes in the sink before moving back to his study to pick up his folder of sketches along with his satchel.

"You go get that promotion," Blaine cheered as Kurt made his way back into the kitchen.

"Blaine," Kurt warned, "We don't even know if that's what Isabelle was referring to,"

"I know, I'm just excited for you," Blaine grinned, "Have a good day baby," he said as he stood and placed a kiss against Kurt' cheek. Kurt nodded and within seconds, was out the door.

Blaine watched Kurt leave, before turning back to the kitchen and cleaning up the breakfast dishes. Today was going to be a big day and he didn't want to leave the house in a mess. He went back into his and Kurt's bedroom, making the bed and finally cleaning up around his barber's chair after their haircuts last night. He dumped the cut hair in the trash before making his way back to his vanity unit and cleaning his scissors, and brushing the hair out of his clippers before re-oiling them, ready for the next time he would use them. When he was satisfied with the level of tidiness in his room, he quickly showered and changed before making his own way to work.

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It was nearing three in the afternoon and Blaine was closely watching the clock, waiting for his last client of the day's colour to process before he could wash it out, cut her hair and then leave for the weekend. When Blaine was finally able to say goodbye to Laura, his client, he made his way back to the staffroom, only being stopped on the way by his boss calling out to him.

"Blaine," Christine called, "Can I see you in my office please?" Blaine was confused but he nodded anyway. He knew he hadn't done anything wrong, but he didn't know why Christine wanted to talk to him, "Shut the door please Blaine, this is something that you and I need to discuss without anyone else eavesdropping,"

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"Blaine?" Kurt called out later that night as he opened the front door, "Blaine, I'm home,"

"Living room," Blaine called back. Kurt nodded to himself as he hung his bag on the hook by the door and placed his folder on the table in the entrance.

"Blaine I-," Kurt stopped mid sentence as he rounded the corner into his and Blaine's living room, his mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged, filling with tears.

"Surprise," Burt said as he stood from his spot on the couch and quickly moved to sweep Kurt up in a hug.

"Dad," Kurt said quietly against his Dad's chest, the tears finally slipping down his cheeks, "Dad," Kurt repeated as his arms flew up to cling tightly to the backs of his Dad's shoulders.

"Shh kiddo, I'm here," Burt whispered as he stroked the back of Kurt's head, his other arm wrapped around Kurt's back for support, "I'm here," Burt laughed softly, soon followed by Kurt, who was now grinning from ear to ear; looking up at his Dad.

"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked, his grin growing wider as he wiped his eyes on his sleeve.

"It's your birthday tomorrow kiddo, we weren't going to miss it," Kurt's ears pricked up at a particular word in Burt's sentence.

"We?" Kurt asked, Burt nodded as his eyes flicked over Kurt's shoulder. Kurt spun around quickly and let out another chocked laugh as his eyes landed on Carole and Finn.

"Surprise sweetie," Carole smiled as she stood up and moved in to hug Kurt.

"Hey bro," Finn said as he clapped Kurt on the shoulder while he was still in Carole's embrace.

"But. . . what?" Kurt stuttered, still in shock. Burt grinned at his son and flicked his eyes again, this time looking to Kurt's left. Kurt turned his head, his arms still wrapped around Carole, and his gaze landed on Blaine. He felt his stomach flutter as he removed himself from Carole's embrace and moved slowly towards Blaine, never breaking eye contact with the other man. He walked straight into Blaine's open arms and wrapped his own arms around Blaine's neck, "Thank you," Kurt whispered in the crease between Blaine's neck and shoulder.

"Shhh, it's ok," Blaine spoke softly into Kurt's hair as he rubbed his hands up and down his back. Blaine could feel Kurt's hot tears pooling on his skin, he kept his left arm moving across Kurt's back, as his right hand scratched affectionately at the skin between his shoulder blades. It was a few minutes later when Kurt had pulled himself together enough to lift his head from Blaine's shoulder. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around Blaine, but turned his body to look at his family.

"I still can't believe that you're all here," he laughed as another tear slipped down his cheek. Blaine lifted his hand and wiped it away with his thumb before pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek, where the tear had just been.

"We weren't going to miss your birthday Kurt," Burt grinned as he placed an arm round Carole's shoulders. Kurt grinned at his family again as his fingers scratched lightly at the hairs on the back of Blaine's neck.

"Ok, so who's up for Chinese?" Blaine asked the room, he was met with various sounds of agreement as he nodded and took Kurt's hand and led him out into the kitchen, just the two of them, "Ok, so I wanted to ask you how today went?" Blaine asked, his tone light as he moved so both of his arms were back, wrapped around Kurt's waist. Kurt's arms automatically slid back up to rest around Blaine's neck as he placed his head on Blaine's shoulder, pressing a light kiss to the side of his jaw.

"I did it. I got the promotion," Kurt whispered softly against Blaine's neck.

"Kurt," Blaine breathed, his grin noticeable due to the tone in his voice, "Kurt I'm so proud of you," Blaine laughed as he turned to place a kiss against Kurt's hair, "What's the job?"

"My mind is racing to much to think of the official title, but basically, I'm now in charge of the photo shots, the styling, the camera angles, the shots, everything," Kurt grinned as he pulled away to look at Blaine, "Creative director," Kurt remembered, "That's my official title," he laughed again as Blaine started peppering his entire face with kisses.

"Kurt, that's amazing," Blaine exclaimed, the excitement bubbling up in his voice, "I'll order dinner, you have to go and tell your family," Blaine grinned as he pushed Kurt out of the kitchen and turned back to fish the menu out of the bottom draw in the kitchen. He grinned to himself when heard the cheers of congratulations fill the room through the door, he was pretty sure that even the lady taking his order down the phone knew he was excited about something.

The food arrived at their door twenty minutes later and it wasn't long before everyone was sitting on the floor around Kurt and Blaine's coffee table in the living room, eating their dinner with chopsticks.

"So Blaine, who's your work going? Kurt tells us you've been incredibly busy with prom season approaching," Carole asked, Blaine nodded as he swallowed his mouthful of fried rice.

"Yeah, it's been crazy, and the proms haven't even started yet,"

"So what happens when they do start?" Burt asked, sounding genuinely interested, he'd never had to deal with a daughter getting ready for prom.

"My Saturdays become non-existent, as do my Friday nights, but because I'm the head stylist when it comes to prom, it means I get Monday's off to recover," Blaine grinned, "I love it though. It's so much fun watching the girl's reactions when you're finally done, and they're so happy with the outcome. I know that sounds kind of sappy, but it makes me feel really good about what I do. Today I had a girl come in for a practice hair up, and when I had finished she cried. She's one of my regulars and she's usually really quite, but today she actually hugged me in thanks, which was pretty incredible," Blaine smiled down at his hands, he looked over at Kurt when Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's knee under the table and gave it a squeeze.

"People take what you do for granted Blaine," Carole commented, "I don't think that there are too many people out there who actually appreciate what you do. What you do is incredibly hard work, I'm proud of you," Kurt watched as Blaine's eyes glazed over at Carole's words.

"Thank you Carole," Blaine replied quietly, trying to keep his voice from cracking.

"You're welcome sweetie," Carole replied, leaning over to pat Blaine's hand that was resting on the table.

"Ok, I have a question," Kurt said once Carole was back sitting in her spot on the floor, "What's the plan for the rest of the weekend? If you guys managed to organise the visit, surely you have something else up your sleeves," Kurt asked, looking at everyone around the table.

"Don't look at me kid, this was all Blaine's doing," Burt replied, his hands up in defence.

"You're so impatient," Blaine laughed as he pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek, "But if you must know, tomorrow I've planned for Wes to come and pick up Finn and go to a baseball game, Carole," Blaine began as he turned to face her, "If you would like, I have cleared my morning of appointments tomorrow, and am your personal hairdresser for the day,"

"Oh Blaine," Carole gushed at Blaine's words, "I would be honoured," Blaine smiled as he shook his head.

"The honour is all mine," he said, smiling over at Carole, "That leaves you and your Dad to do whatever you wish Kurt," Blaine grinned again as he was pulled into a tight hug by Kurt.

"Thank you," Kurt whispered against Blaine neck.

"You're welcome,' Blaine replied quietly before kissing Kurt's temple.

"Ok you two, we didn't come all this way just to see your living room. Are we ever going to get a tour of this place?" Burt asked, grinning over at the two men.

"Of course, sorry Burt," Blaine apologised as he stood up, taking Kurt's hand and helping him up before the two of them led the way around their house, "Our giant kitchen," Blaine said as he pulled Kurt through the door and stepped aside for Burt, Carole and Finn to move in.

"Wow, this is beautiful," Carole gushed.

"Thank you Carole, it really was the selling point when I bought this place,"

"I can see why," Carole replied, nodding at Blaine's words.

"This is Kurt's study," Blaine explained, flashing Kurt a small smile before squeezing his hand, "It was Wes' office when he living here, but I like it better like this. It was too boring with all of Wes' lawyer stuff all over the walls," Blaine grinned, gesturing to the large amounts of Kurt's designs and concepts plastered all over the walls.

"Looks like you're keeping busy kid," Burt commented, placing his hand on Kurt's shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

"Always," Kurt said as he flashed his Dad a smile, before leading everyone out and into the next room, "This was Wes' room," Kurt explained, "But now it's just a spare, waiting for whatever we decide to do with it," neither Kurt nor Blaine saw the knowing look that Burt and Carole shared. The older Hummel's both knew what this room would eventually be used for, even if Kurt and Blaine were still playing coy, "And finally," Kurt began, pushing open the door to his and Blaine's bedroom, "Our room," Kurt smiled at Blaine, a silent thank you for cleaning up this morning, which included getting rid of the used condoms in the waste basket by the bed.

Carole grinned in awe at the sight of the room.

"Wow, it's beautiful," she gushed, moving further inside to take in the details of the carved wooden headboard on the bed, before making her way towards Blaine's vanity unit, finally stopping to rest her hand on the leather arm rest of Blaine's barber's chair, "Blaine, this is gorgeous," Carole said, turning to face Blaine.

"Thanks," Blaine smiled, "It was a gift from my grandmother before she passed away," Blaine smiled at Kurt who had wrapped a comforting arm around his waist, Blaine leaned into the touch.

"Well it really is a beautiful piece. It ties the room together nicely," Carole smiled.

"So you two, like, give each other haircuts in that chair?" Finn asked, he'd been relatively quiet for most of the evening.

"Yes Finn," Kurt replied, discreetly rolling his eyes, "That's what it was made for," Blaine bit his lip gently to try and hide his laugh at Finn's question. He could see the wheels turning in Finn's head and he knew that the other man knew what else Kurt and Blaine got up to in that chair, but he was thankful that the taller man didn't bring it up in front of Burt and Carole. Finn really wasn't as stupid as he sometimes made himself out to be. Blaine caught Finn's eye and sent him a knowing wink, trying to hide his grin when Finn winked back, followed by an eyebrow raise, he knew that Finn was silently telling him that he'd better be taking good care of his younger brother. Blaine finished the silent conversation with one nod and watched as Finn seemed satisfied with his answer.

"Well we better get going back to our hotel," Burt said once they were all back in the living room, "Thank you for dinner you two, we'll see you both tomorrow," Burt moved in to give Kurt a hug, before moving onto Blaine, Carole and Finn doing the same.

Kurt and Blaine both breathed a content sigh when the door shut behind Kurt's family.

"I love you," Kurt whispered against Blaine lips as he moved his hands up to run his fingers through Blaine's hair, "I love you so much. Thank you," Blaine smiled before pecking Kurt's lips.

"You're welcome. I love you too," he said as he grinned into the kiss. Blaine let out an audible moan as Kurt tilted his slightly, giving himself a better angle, now able to push his tongue past Blaine's lips and run it over Blaine's. Blaine retaliated by placing both hands under Kurt's ass and lifting him straight up, Kurt wrapped his legs tightly around Blaine's waist as Blaine walked them back into their bedroom, slowly lowering Kurt back onto the bed, "Tonight, Kurt Hummel," Blaine growled lowly into Kurt's ear as he worked at getting Kurt's buttons undone on his jeans, "I am going to make you come so hard, you're going to forget your own name," Blaine finished as he nipped at Kurt's earlobe, he chuckled deeply to himself at the shudder that shook Kurt's entire body, he could feel Kurt growing harder by the second under his fingers, still working at the buttons of Kurt's fly.

"Blaine," Kurt groaned when Blaine's hand brushed over his sensitive erection, "Fuck," Kurt exclaimed at the feeling of Blaine pushing his hands past the elastic of Kurt's underwear, wrapping his hand around Kurt and tugging gently, "Blaine," Kurt gasped again.

"Shh baby," Blaine whispered, his voice wrecked with lust and love, "Let me make you feel good," all Kurt could do was nod and give in to Blaine's orders.

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The following afternoon, Kurt's birthday, Kurt and Burt were still sitting in Kurt's living room. Everyone had left the house for the day, giving the two of them time to spend with each other, but neither man had wanted to do anything other than talk. Burt had filled Kurt in on his health and the shop and Kurt had talked about his job, what his promotion would entail, and of course, Blaine.

"I'm happy for you kiddo," Burt smiled over at Kurt, they'd been talking for the last four hours, "You look really settled here with Blaine,"

"Thanks Dad," Kurt grinned, "I am,"

"So what's the next step?"

"We haven't talked about a next step yet, but I know that we've both been thinking about it. I mean we kind of don't have a choice, with Wes and Jen constantly talking about their wedding, it's just kind of always at the front of our minds. We both know that the other thinks about it," Kurt said, biting his lip to try and keep his smile at bay.

"Marriage is a big step Kurt," Burt commented.

"I know Dad, I know that we both want it, but we have to talk about first, make sure we're both at the same stage, then we'll start planning surprise engagement," Kurt couldn't hold his smile back any longer.

"So Blaine's the one then?" Burt asked, his own smile growing.

"Blaine's the one," Kurt nodded, accepting a hug from his Dad. Both Hummel's pulled away at the sound of the front door opening.

"We're home," Kurt heard Blaine call out from the entrance way, "Hey birthday boy," he grinned when he made his way into the lounge, leaning over the back of the couch to press a kiss to Kurt's head, "Ok gentlemen," Blaine began as he cleared his throat, "Without further ado, I present to you, the lovely Carole Hummel," Blaine held out his hand as Carole came around the corner and took a hold of it as Blaine led her further into the lounge. Blaine smiled at Burt and Kurt's reactions as he sat down on the couch next to where Kurt was sitting before he had jumped up to gush over Carole's hair.

"Carole, you look beautiful," Burt exclaimed, leaning forward to kiss Carole's cheek.

"I feel like a movie star with all of you gushing all over me," Carole laughed, her eyes lighting up with her smile.

"Carole you look absolutely gorgeous," Kurt said as he took her hand and gestured for her to spin.

"Thank you Kurt, but it's really Blaine that you should be complementing," Carole said. Blaine held his hands up in response.

"Don't thank me Carole, I only did your hair, you were already beautiful," Carole bent down and pressed a kiss to Blaine's curls before patting his cheek gently.

"You really did do an amazing job Blaine," Kurt whispered into his ear as he sat back down next to his boyfriend, watching his Dad gush over Carole in front of him.

"Thank you," Blaine smiled, turning to face Kurt, "It was nice to be able to do a Mother's hair who appreciates it," Blaine finished with a sad smile.

"Oh sweetie," Kurt whispered, pulling Blaine into a hug, "Don't talk like that anymore ok, she doesn't deserve to be able to call you her son. You are a better person than she could ever dream to be," Kurt finished as he stroked his hand back through Blaine's hair, his head resting on Kurt's shoulder as his arms wrapped around his waist.

"We're picking u Finn on the way to dinner, right guys?" Burt asked Kurt and Blaine who were still sitting quietly, wrapped in each other's arms, on the couch.

"Yeah, I'm just going to get changed and then we can head out," Blaine explained as he stood from Kurt's grasp and made his way back to their bedroom to get changed.

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"Thank you so much for today Blaine, it really meant a lot," Kurt smiled as he placed a kiss to Blaine's shoulder, both men were now back, lying in bed after a long session of shower sex. They were both exhausted and incredibly comfortable, wrapped naked in each other's arms.

"You're welcome Kurt, but I do have one more surprise for you," Blaine smiled as he moved to pull a box out of his top draw in his bedside table.

"Blaine," Kurt exclaimed, "You didn't have to get me anything else, my family was enough,"

"Don't be silly Kurt," Blaine said as he shook his head and placed the box in Kurt's hand, "It's your birthday, I'm allowed to spoil you. Besides, I've been planning this for a while now,"

"What?" Kurt asked, confused. Blaine just smiled.

"Just open the box Kurt," Blaine laughed, his smile growing as he watched Kurt open the small box, his eyes lighting up at the sight of what was inside.

"Blaine, it's beautiful," Kurt whispered as his fingers ghosted over the broach, shaped as a pair of scissors with a small chain hanging from the bottom which would attach to one of his buttons, "Thank you," Kurt said as he leaned up to kiss Blaine.

"You're welcome,"

"Where did you find it," Kurt asked as he carefully lifted the pin out to look more closely at it.

"It's custom made," Blaine replied.

"What?" Kurt asked, his head snapping up to look at Blaine, who just nodded.

"Yeah, I've been working with the jeweller for a little over a month now, as well as another designer,"

"Another designer?" Kurt asked, his confusing growing.

"Yeah, you'll notice that these scissors in the pin aren't like any that I have or that you've seen me use," Kurt nodded as Blaine continued, "But, they do however, match this," Blaine stopped as he moved back to pull another box from his nightstand, a slightly bigger box than the previous one. Kurt looked at Blaine before reaching forward to pull the lid off of the second box. Kurt gasped at what he saw, there, sitting in amongst delicate tissue paper, was a pair of scissors that matched the ones on his broach.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed as he moved to pick them up and hold them in his hands. The fit his fingers perfectly, the balance was incredible and the movement was even better. Blaine smiled as Kurt snapped them together a few times, getting used to the feel of them in his hands, Blaine," Kurt whispered again, placing the scissors back in their box and moving quickly to wrap his arms around Blaine, "Thank you, they're perfect,"

"You're welcome. I have been noticing for a while that your fingers tend to slip using my scissors because they were made for my fingers, but yours, so I thought that I'd fix that and get you your own pair. They're specially designed to fit your hold and balance with your movements,"

"And my broach will look amazing with all of my outfits," Kurt grinned, kissing Blaine again.

"That too," Blaine said as he smiled against Kurt's lips, "Happy Birthday Kurt,"

"Thank you Blaine,"

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It was late Sunday afternoon and Kurt and Blaine had just returned from the airport after dropping Burt, Carole and Finn off to catch their flight home.

"Thank you for this weekend Blaine, it really has been the best birthday ever," Kurt said as he sat down next to Blaine on the couch and took a hold of Blaine's hand with both of his own, bringing them to rest in his lap.

"You're welcome Kurt, but actually, there's something that I need to talk to you about, and I wanted to wait until everyone had left," Blaine began as he sat up straighter and turned to face Kurt.

"Ok?" Kurt said, his voice wavering slightly.

"No, it's nothing bad," Blaine quickly covered, bringing his free hand up to rest against Kurt's jaw, confirming that Blaine wasn't about to deliver horrible news, "It's about work," Kurt also straightened up at Blaine's words and gestured for him to continue, "Ok, well I didn't want to bring this up while everyone was here because it's something that the two of us need to talk about. On Friday Christine pulled me into her office to talk," Kurt nodded for Blaine to continue, "She was talking about how she's ready to move on from owning a salon, she doesn't want to work there anymore, she wants to be able to spend more time with her kids, and her husband makes more than enough to support them all,"

"Ok, but what does that have to do with you Blaine?" Kurt asked, his voice soft. Blaine took a breath before continuing.

"She wants me to be the one to take over," Blaine stated," She wants me to buy her out and own the salon," Kurt's face lit up at Blaine's words.

"Blaine, that's amazing," Kurt smiled, placing a kiss to the corner of Blaine mouth, "What did you say,"

"I told her that I was honoured that she wants me to take over, but that I'd have to talk with you first. This is a big step Kurt, because a portion of both of our incomes go into our account, it would effectively be our salon, I'd just be the one who works in it. I wanted to make sure that this was something that you wanted before I said yes,"

"Blaine," Kurt said, squeezing Blaine's hand with both of his own, "Is this something that you want?" Kurt asked, looking right into Blaine's eyes.

"More than anything," Blaine answered honestly.

"Ok then," Kurt nodded, "We both know that we can afford it, so let's do it," Blaine let out a triumphant laugh as he threw his arms around Kurt.

"Thank you," Blaine said as he smothered Kurt's face with kisses.

"No," Kurt grinned, shaking his head, "Congratulations Blaine, salon owner,"

"Thank you Kurt, also a salon owner," Blaine laughed again as his lips crashed back into Kurt's, moving tirelessly against his boyfriend's, tongues roaming and teeth nipping. Both men were lost in the feeling of bliss.