"Kuuurt?" Kurt turned around in his bed and groaned.

"I'm not here," he mumbled.

"No? Not even for me?" asked a soft voice. Kurt suddenly realized that he knew that voice. He opened his eyes and saw Blaine standing just beside his bed, a huge grin covering his face. He leaned over Kurt and kissed him sweetly. Kurt could taste the toothpaste on his lips.

"Happy birthday, babe." He sat down on the edge of the bed and Kurt glanced at the clock.

"It's 5am, Blaine. And it's Monday. Seriously?" Blaine looked slightly hurt and he rose from the bed.

"If you don't want me here, I can leave…" Kurt immediately regretted his comment and grabbed Blaine's wrist.

"No, I'm sorry. Of course I want you here. I'm just tired, that's all." Blaine sat down on the bed again. He took Kurt's hand.

"I just wanted to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday." He said with a small smile tugging his lips. Kurt also smiled.

"Well, you were. Morning," he said and used Blaine's t-shirt to pull himself up for another kiss. He sighed happily as Blaine kissed him back and then fell back against the pillows. Blaine just looked at him.

"What are you looking at?" asked Kurt. "Oh god, it's my hair, isn't it? It looks awful, I just woke up!" he panicked slightly, trying to cover his hair with his hands. Blaine chuckled and removed Kurt's arms carefully.

"I looked at you because you are beautiful. And your hair is adorable," he said and looked at Kurt lovingly. "Hey, you should probably eat your breakfast. The coffee will get cold." Blaine moved a tray from the floor and placed it on Kurt's lap. Kurt looked stunned at the tray in front of him.

"You made me breakfast?" said Kurt slowly, glancing at Blaine.

"It's your birthday, of course I did," said Blaine, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Kurt smiled and took a sip of his coffee. His eyes widened as the hot liquid hit his tounge.

"Blaine, did you make me a-"

"None-fat mocha? Yeah." Blaine blushed slightly. "Took me a while to get it perfect," he said with a small smile. Kurt leaned in and kissed him again.

"Totally worth it…" mumbled Blaine against his lips. Kurt smiled and then started on his breakfast (that included half a grapefruit and two slices of bread). Blaine watched him eat in silence, just enjoying the view of his gorgeous boyfriend. Kurt finished and Blaine had to ask.

"Was it okay?" Kurt smiled lovingly.

"Of course, babe. It was perfect." Kurt smiled lovingly. Blaine smiled back and picked up something from the floor. It was an envelope. Something was written on the front.

Kurt,

I hope you like this present.

I love you and I want to share every experience possible with you.

Always and forever yours,

Blaine

Kurt looked at Blaine, slightly confused and then opened it. In the envelope were two flight tickets. New York. Kurt stared at the tickets in his hands with disbelief. Blaine put the tickets on Kurt's lap, moved closer and took Kurt's hands in his.

"I know how badly you've wanted to go back ever since Nationals last year. It took me some work, yes, but I want it, too. I've wanted to go for a long time and I want to go with you. I already talked to your dad and he's okay with it, as long as we don't share beds." Blaine winked. Kurt just kept staring at the tickets. This beautiful boy loved him and now they're going to New York together? It was so unreal. He looked up at Blaine and stumbled over the words.

"Blaine… This is all I've ever wanted… But it-it's too much. I don't deserve all of this. You spent so much money Blaine… I-I'm not worth it." Blaine didn't know what to say to make Kurt stop, so he leaned in and kissed him passionately. They both pulled back a few minutes later, completely out of breath. Blaine cupped Kurt's face with his hands and stared into his eyes.

"Listen, Kurt. I love you. I love you so much more than you will ever understand. I would spend all the money in the world on you."

"Why?" Kurt whispered, still finding it hard to believe that he could be so loved.

"Because I love you."

"I love you too," said Kurt, still whispering. Blaine crawled in under the sheets with Kurt, fully clothed. He took Kurt's hand and placed it over his own heart.

"Do you feel that?" Kurt nodded slowly. Blaine's eyes met his.

"It's beating for you, Kurt. Only you." Kurt smiled and moved closer. They lay there together for a while. Eyes fixed on each other and fingers entwined. Kurt drank in the beauty of the boy. That curly hair, those triangular eyebrows that was located just above those hazel eyes that were currently staring into his blue ones.

"I'm so in love with you…" said Kurt, saying his thoughts out loud. Blaine didn't say anything, he just smiled and then captured Kurt's lips in a soft kiss. They didn't go any further. They just kissed slowly until they were both out of breath. Kurt nuzzled his head into Blaine's chest, absently playing with the fabric of his black t-shirt. Blaine played with Kurt's hair softly.

"Blaine?" said Kurt after a few minutes of silence.

"Yes?"

"Thank you. Thank you for the present, thank you for the breakfast and thank you for your heart. Thank you for being mine," said Kurt with a small smile on his lips. Blaine grinned lovingly at him.

"I'd never have it any other way." Kurt pulled himself up to kiss Blaine again. As they pulled back, Blaine started moving off the bed. Kurt frowned.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

"I want to stay, but the rest will be up soon. We wouldn't wanna get caught by Burt." Blaine smiled sadly.

"It's my birthday and I decide that I really don't care. Get back here!" Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"You sure?"

"110 percent." Blaine grinned and crawled back under the sheets. Kurt immediately cuddled up to his chest again.

"Mmm, that's better." Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt tightly and rested his chin on Kurt's head. Blaine almost thought that Kurt had fallen asleep when he heard a mumble coming from Kurt's lips.

"About the 'don't share beds'-rule in New York…"

"Yeah?"

"What dad don't know won't hurt him."