“Happy birthday, Blaine!” Everyone screamed as Blaine blew out the 21 candles in various shot glasses. Soon enough those cries of happy birthday turned into, “Shots! Shots! Shots!” Being led by no other but Noah Puckerman. Blaine laughed and took one shot glass. He looked at the clear liquid in it for a moment and then tilted his head back. The burning liquid was rushing down his throat and everyone cheered. Blaine laughed and soon felt a pair of strong arms around him. Blaine hummed as he rested his head on Kurt’s chest. “Happy birthday, baby.” Kurt whispered in his ear. “Thanks.” Blaine murmered. He watched Kurt take two shot glasses. Kurt handed one to Blaine and held the other in his hand, grinning widely. “Raise your glass!” Kurt said, clinking it against Blaine’s. Blaine and Kurt both took a shot and kissed afterwards. It was an amazing birthday that Blaine would soon forget.