“Remind me why we’re here again?” Kurt sighed collapsing in the seat next to his best friend.

“Because I am your best friend and you promised! Plus you took me too that horrendous opera last weekend, so you kinda owe me!” Blaine explained as he popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

“Oh hush! You loved it and you know you did because it was fabulous! But soccer? I don’t get this at all; I mean it’s just a bunch of guys kicking a ball around for 90 minutes. It’s redundant.” Kurt said folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in his chair.

“Oh come on Kurt! You promised you would at least pretend to enjoy it! This is the only time time Chelsea are playing on the west coast for at least two years! I have to see this!” Blaine lent over the armrest to sling his arm around his best friends shoulders and pouted.

“PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZEEE KUUUUUURRTT”

“Fine but please, don’t look at me like that it is just too cute!” Kurt said smiling.

“YAY” Blaine jumped excitedly in his chair just as the whistle was blown. “ Now stop talking I need to concentrate!”

“ OK I’ll just be sat over here pretending to care!” Kurt said smiling to himself.

*********************************90 minutes later*******************************

“WHAT! That was so not a red card was that ref blind or something because that was bull!!!”

“Bloody hell Kurt it was just a game!”

“Yes I know but that was just plain stupid!” Kurt exclaimed stomping his grey Doc Martins on the tarmac in front of his car. Blaine looked at Kurt and just laughed.

“I know Kurt but we have to get you home! I’m sure your dad want to say good bye to you before he goes back to Lima!” Kurt scoffed as he got in to his shiny black Range Rover. The beige leather seats were hot from the sun and Kurt flinched a little bit when he felt the sudden heat on his thighs. “Shit these seats are hot!” Blaine laughed again as Kurt drove off trying to manoeuvre through the post match traffic.

It was a hot, sunny day in up state New York and that meant that people were walking around in inappropriate clothing and Kurt couldn’t help but take his eyes of the road when an over weight man in his fifty’s walked past them in shiny gold hot pants and a white vest that had been cut in half so the mans stomach could be seen in all it’s glory.

“EWWW what that guy’s wearing should be made illegal!!! That’s gross!” Blaine said as he stood out of his seat and rested his elbows on the dashboard and started staring over his sunglasses. “Kurt” poke “Kurt, Kurt did you see that? Kuurt” poke “did you see what that guy was wearing?”

“Yes Blaine I saw it but I’m trying to get rid of the image that I am sure I now burned into my retinas so please stop reminding me of it!!” Kurt chuckled.

“It was just soooooooooooooo gross! I can’t believe that! Urgh I think I’m gunna vom!”

“Blaine, if you’re going to do that please open a window! I just got the rangey cleaned and I don’t need your hot dog puke covering the seats!”

“Wow thanks for the sympathy! I feel so loved!” Blaine cried in mock sadness throwing himself back into his seating and placing the back of his hand against his for head “Oh woe is me!! My best friend doesn’t care whether I puke or not!”  Kurt laughed at his pouting friend and focused on the road letting his mind wonder a bit and he started to wonder why no one had remembered his birthday! It was his 21st after all but not a peep, not from Blaine, nothing from his Dad or Carole who were visiting from Lima. “This sucks” Kurt thought. He looked over to Blaine who had stopped pretending to pout and was now texting.

“Who ya texting?” Kurt asked in a sing-song voice, Blaine looked up suddenly, startled by the fact that he had been caught.

“Umm…urr my brother. Yeah um Coop text!” Kurt raised his eyebrows suspiciously as he turned his attention back to the road as he turned into his street. “What was that all about?” Kurt wondered as he got out of his car and started walking to the elevator.

“You coming Blaine?”

“Yep, I’m just checking my hair” Kurt turned back to waiting for the lift to arrive tutting quietly.

By the time the door opened Blaine had skipped to Kurt’s side and they were chatting about the game. When they got to Kurt’ floor Kurt was full on ranting about the ref’s poor decisions and Blaine was just shaking his head as he walked in front of Kurt and unlocked the door.

“I’m jut saying that he shouldn’t have giv….”

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KURT”