“Good morning, sunshine!” Blaine sung out when Kurt groggily answered the phone. Blaine chuckled. “You aren’t still asleep, are you? I’m already at the Lima Bean.”

“I’m up and ready. My dad just left for work. Hurry up and come get me before I fall asleep again.” Kurt muttered, leaning back in his chair. On the other end, Blaine laughed.

“You know, this is the same time you would have had to have been at school.” Blaine teased, moving up in line. Who knew so many people got coffee this early in the morning?

“My body already knows it’s summer.” Kurt whined. He heard Blaine order their coffee before continuing their conversation.

“Well tell your body to wake up before I have to.” He said, his voice low. Kurt’s eyes shot open, and Kurt assumed it was audible because Blaine was laughing.

“Oh, good, you’re breathing again. I was worried there for a second.” Blaine said, teasing Kurt more.

“Blaine!” Kurt whined, pouting.

“I have to hang up on you so I can carry the coffee without dying, Dear. See you in a few minutes.” Blaine said, and before Kurt could answer, the call ended.

Kurt groaned. He was definitely awake now, thanks to Blaine. What on earth was he teasing about, anyway? It’s not like they had even done anything besides kissing… the one time they had been making out and Kurt felt Blaine through his pants he had jumped so suddenly that Blaine had laughed at him for a good five minutes and the make-out session had ended.

So what, exactly, was Blaine playing at?

Before Kurt could think himself into a frenzy, the doorbell rang. Kurt stopped by the mirror to make sure he was immaculate before grabbing his bag and opening the door. Blaine was standing in front of him, holding his mocha out like flowers.

Kurt smiled, taking the coffee and bending over to kiss Blaine lightly on the lips. Blaine looked up at Kurt, a smile on his face before he scanned his eyes down his boyfriend’s body and took in his outfit.

“You know it’s four and a half hours to Chicago, right? Blaine asked, smirking at the tight green leather jacket and tight black jeans Kurt was wearing. Kurt could wear as tight of clothes as he pleased (Blaine rather enjoyed it), but Blaine knew the jacket wouldn’t be comfortable in the car for the long trip.

“The jacket comes off.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes and taking off the leather jacket to reveal a black tank top, the material of which shimmered in the sunlight. Blaine rolled his lips together, taken back by Kurt’s display of arms and lack of layers.

“Okay then.” Blaine said, rather unimpressively. Something clicked in Kurt’s head as he saw Blaine licking his lips and looking down nervously. Is he... no, surely not… Kurt thought, the breath taken out of him as he looked Blaine over. His suit didn’t leave any indication of his current state of affairs, but when Blaine’s eyes sheepishly caught his with a small smile, Kurt’s heart lurched. Okay, maybe…?!

“You look good.” Blaine murmured, wishing there was a lapel or something to play with as he told Kurt. Instead he settled for leaning up against the wall beside the house, his arms feeling strange stuck to his sides. Kurt picked up where Blaine left off, placing his coffee-free hand on Blaine’s lapel and tugging it needlessly in place.

“So do you.” He said quietly, flicking his eyes up into Blaine’s. He felt Blaine inhale deeply and sucked on his lip, a little nervous at the response he was getting from Blaine. “I could say the same thing about your jacket, though…” he teased, running his hand down Blaine’s chest open handed, his fingertips trailing. Kurt wasn’t sure what he was doing, but by the way Blaine was looking up at him, he knew he was doing something right.“Like yours,” Blaine said, his voice not wholly there, “it comes off.” He said, raising an eyebrow as he demonstrated, taking the grey suit off and revealing the paper thin white shirt beneath it. Kurt’s mouth fell open a little bit as he realized he could see the hues from Blaine’s tanned skin through the shirt.

“Right.” Kurt said sharply, trying not to bite his own lips. The two made eye contact and suddenly Kurt was stepping down from the doorway, coffee stretched away to protect the two from any spilling as they kissed, pressing up against each other. Kurt gasped, and that was all it took Blaine to throw his tongue into Kurt’s mouth, causing Kurt to gasp more as he tried his hardest not to spill the coffee all over the both of them. It became harder as Blaine continued to kiss him, until suddenly they were jarred apart by the sound of the alarm on Kurt’s phone.

“Shit.” He said, and Blaine chuckled, rubbing his palm into his browbone, tilting his head skyward. Kurt shut his alarm off hastily, blushing.

“I had my dad wake me up this morning, so I forgot about the alarm.” He explained quickly.

“Well, it means we’ve been standing out here for too long, so we should probably get on our way.” Blaine said, smiling at Kurt and reaching out his hand. Kurt quickly shut the door before taking Blaine’s hand, finally taking a drink of his mocha. It was a little colder than he would have liked, but Kurt considered it a pretty fair trade-off.

“I see you left your hair down. Does that mean we can ride with the top down?” Blaine asked as they walked to the BMW convertible. Kurt pretended to sigh exasperatedly, but secretly this was exactly why he hadn’t styled his hair up.

“If you insist.” He said with a grin, and Blaine beamed, opening the door for Kurt.

“As long as I’m your hooker!” Kurt sang out, bopping back and forth in his seat and singing along to Lady Gaga on Blaine’s CD player. It was the second hour of their journey, and boredom had taken over the two boys, causing them to switch from the radio to Lady Gaga. On this particular song Kurt was singing the high parts, and Blaine was responding with the low bits. He had to admit, he rather liked growling “back up and turn around” at Kurt. He just couldn’t look his boyfriend in the eye immediately after doing so, because he was a little afraid the serious undertones might show through.

They sang through the rest of the song, Blaine glancing over once in a while with a smile on his face to see Kurt having so much fun. Even if it was an attractive dead president Kurt was commanding to touch him, Blaine couldn’t help but find Kurt’s performance arousing. Well, maybe not physically arousing, but that was only because Blaine bit the inside of his cheek hard whenever he became too enthused.

“So, what do you want to do for your birthday?” Blaine asked as the song changed. He knew he was risking anger by interrupting “Judas”, but he really needed to clear his head with conversation.

Kurt’s wide smile was almost too much to bear, Blaine thought, feeling his own lips spread across his face on their own volition. He chuckled.

“You didn’t expect me to not know your birthday is next week, did you?” He asked with a smirk. He had Kurt’s birthday marked with a big exclamation mark on both his wall calendar and in his daybook.

Kurt blushed. Blaine’s birthday had been at the end of March, right after they had started dating. They had celebrated by Kurt treating him to Breadstix and a movie, and Kurt had given Blaine a few really nice decorated picture frames with photos from Dalton. He did have all of those extra sequins after decorating Pavarotti’s casket, after all.

Kurt had a feeling Blaine would want to do something nicer for Kurt’s birthday, especially with all the “I love you” and what-not.

“I… you didn’t have to remember.” Kurt said, blushing. Blaine laughed.

“Of course I did.”

“Let me guess, you have an idea.” Kurt said, avoiding the question.

“I was thinking of taking you out to Della Sorella for dinner and then going to the botanical gardens.” Blaine said, smiling confidently.

“Della Sorella.” Kurt repeated, his mouth falling open.

“Yes.”

“The Italian place.”

“Hence the Italian name.” Blaine said, barely holding in the triumphant smile creeping across his face at how excited Kurt sounded.

“You… want to take me there for my birthday?” Kurt said, and Blaine looked over and saw Kurt’s wild smile.

“If you want to go.” Blaine said, almost laughing.

“Of course I do!” Kurt exclaimed, and Blaine couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hand.” He said, reaching out. Kurt placed his hand in Blaine’s and Blaine raised it to his mouth, taking his eyes off the road long enough to look in Kurt’s eyes as he kissed the back of Kurt’s hand.

“Your birthday is on Thursday, so I made the reservation for Friday.” Blaine said, returning his eyes to the road but keeping Kurt’s hand in his.

“You already made the reservation?” Kurt said, raising his eyebrow with a smile.

“Last week. Do you know hard it is to get into that place?” Blaine smirked.

Kurt leaned over and kissed Blaine on the cheek even though the older boy was driving. Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt’s hand to his lips again.

“You don’t really even need a pep talk, do you?” Kurt said, sitting in the foyer of the building Blaine’s audition was in. Blaine stood in front of him, smirking and shaking his head.

“I kind of have it in the bag.” He said, none too modestly. Kurt rolled his eyes, but knew this was Blaine’s game plan and didn’t call him out on it.

“Do you get a practice room?” Kurt asked, looking around the austere foyer. He never would have supposed a theme park could be so stingy.

“Nope; in and out. That’s why I took over the CD player for the last hour, it was a warm-up.” Blaine said, bouncing on his toes.

“Well your warm-up nearly cost us our lives when you almost cut in front of that semi.” Kurt said, scrunching his face at Blaine. Blaine looked sheepish.

“If I said I couldn’t give Adele any less than my all, would you cut me some slack?” He said, scrunching his face as well. It had been a pretty big mistake.

“I’ll forgive you when you buy me lunch.” Kurt said, twisting his scrunched-up face into a scrunched-up smile.

“Pizza?” Blaine asked, smiling.

“You know it.”

“ANDERSON!” A voice called. Blaine bounced on his feet a few more times and looked down at Kurt, his eyes lit up.

“That’d be me!” He said quietly, snapping his fingers. Kurt rolled his eyes and stood up, taking Blaine by the shoulders.

“Go knock ‘em dead.” He said, kissing his boyfriend good luck and handing him the CD.

“You’re joking.” Kurt gasped half an hour later, sitting in a small pizza restaurant overlooking the river. Blaine merely shook his head, a grimace on his face, his arms crossed over the table.

“They said it would offend the children.”

“Have they seen what’s on television these days?” Kurt asked, disgusted.

“I don’t know, Kurt. I don’t know. I didn’t realize Six Flags was living in the forties.” Blaine said, leaning back in his seat and grinding his jaw.

Their pizza slices arrived at the table, and Kurt watched as Blaine grumpily shoveled pepperoni pizza into his mouth.

“Too suggestive. That’s what they said, Kurt. They said my dancing was too suggestive and then they didn’t even let me read.” Blaine said after swallowing. Kurt nibbled at his pizza, sympathy coursing through him. Kurt reached over and caught Blaine’s clean hand in his, giving it a squeeze.

“You’re lucky you marched right out of there… if you had told me in that building I would have gone in and given them a piece of my mind.” Kurt said with a little smile. Blaine tried to return it.

“I can only imagine.” He said, settling his face into a little smile. He turned and looked out over the water, his eyes scanning. Finally he settled on one of the bridges in view. “Let’s take a walk after we’re done eating, now that we don’t have to be back for the posting in an hour.” Blaine said, gently rubbing his thumb through Kurt’s palm.

“Okay.” Kurt said, picking up his pizza in his other hand and moving to take his first bite.

“I guess they weren’t kidding when they decided to call this the windy city!” Kurt said, pulling his jacket closer to him with his free hand as he and Blaine walked over the bridge, once again hand-in-hand.

“Well if you’d zip this…” Blaine laughed, pulling Kurt closer to him and zipping his boyfriend’s jacket, leaving it to rest on his chest. Kurt’s heart pounded at the gesture. “Better?”

“No.” Kurt complained, though smiling and looking at Blaine with lovestruck eyes. “What about you?”

“I’ve got your love to keep me warm.” Blaine sang cheesily, grinning and tugging at the shoulder of Kurt’s jacket. Kurt rolled his eyes and placed his forehead against Blaine’s.

“Not too worried about being too suggestive now, are you?” Kurt asked, cocking his head sideways with a grin. He instantly regretted it, because Blaine turned away to brace his hands against the bridge, sighing.

“I just don’t get it.” He said, looking almost longingly at the city, but then back at Kurt.

“It’s ridiculous, Blaine. It wasn’t that suggestive, at least not when you were practicing it at my house.” Kurt said, cupping the back of Blaine’s head in his hand and running a thumb across his temple, loving the way Blaine’s curls bounced in the wind.

“It wasn’t suggestive at all, was it?” Blaine exclaimed, gripping the side of the bridge. When Kurt didn’t answer he turned back to his boyfriend, who was twisting his foot on the ground and looking up through his eyelashes at Blaine.

“Well, it was to me…” he said, blushing, and Blaine’s heart leapt. He wanted Kurt right then, his hair blowing in the wind and his cheeks pink from what he was admitting.

“Come here, you.” Blaine practically growled, pulling Kurt to him and kissing him gently. Kurt couldn’t help but enjoy the wind a bit more than he had previously.