Kurt awoke with a smile on his face.

He sighed and shifted as carefully as he could to face Blaine, who was still fast asleep, his face lax and his lips parted. Kurt smiled to himself as he gently ran a finger down Blaine's nose, watching as he twitched but didn't wake up.

Blaine looked incredibly young like this. Not as young as Kurt, but he didn't look like he was in his forties at all. He had an air of innocence about him while he slept and it made Kurt's stomach twist pleasantly.

After a few moments of watching Blaine sleep, Kurt slipped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up a little. Their dinner the night before had been wonderful. Everything about their vacation so far had been amazing and they hadn't even been in Paris for a full day yet.

Kurt glanced up in the mirror with a start.

It was his birthday.

He was twenty-three years old now.

He smiled to himself as he finished putting moisturiser on his face. He made his way back to the bedroom and slipped back under the covers next to Blaine, who immediately wrapped himself around Kurt in a full body hug.

"Mmm, morning," Blaine mumbled.

Kurt turned his head and pressed a kiss to Blaine's sleep-soft lips, sighing contently as he did. "Morning," Kurt whispered back.

Blaine shifted and buried his face in Kurt's neck as if he didn't want to wake up and face the world yet. Kurt wrapped his arms loosely around Blaine, holding him close. He kissed the top of Blaine's head again and closed his eyes, content to just slip back into sleep.

Blaine suddenly sat up, jolting Kurt. He glanced up at Blaine, whose mouth was open with stricken look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, worry bubbling up inside of him.

"It's your birthday!" Blaine exclaimed like it explained everything.

"...It is," Kurt replied. "Are you okay? You look like someone killed your dog."

Blaine's face crumpled. "I had plans," he said. "I was going to wake you up with the best blow job ever, and then I was going to give you a massage before taking you to brunch and..."

Kurt cut Blaine off with a kiss. "I can go back to sleep, if that helps?" He grinned at Blaine's forlorn expression. "None of that matters. Well, brunch matters but we can still have sex."

He shifted so he had Blaine pinned to the mattress and he kissed Blaine slowly, keeping Blaine's wrists in his hands as he did.

"In fact," Kurt started with a whisper. "You can still give me that birthday blow job while I suck you off, too."

Blaine groaned and licked his lips. "Yes."

Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine soundly on the lips. He kissed down Blaine's jaw, nipping at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Blaine tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to Kurt. Kurt easily found the pulse point and sucked hard, enjoying the feeling of Blaine reacting.

"You're the birthday boy," Blaine rasped out. "I should be doing this to you."

"Shh," Kurt said softly. "You're my present."

Blaine turned his head and captured Kurt's lips again, kissing him slowly. Kurt slipped a hand between them and wrapped it around Blaine's cock, thankful that they both liked to sleep naked. He lazily stroked Blaine, feeling Blaine harden fully under his touch.

Kurt broke the kiss to shift on the bed, figuring that lying on his side was probably going to be the best angle to do this. It would be the first time he was going to give a blow job while receiving one at the same time. It was exciting that this was another first that he was going to share with Blaine.

Kurt guided Blaine's cock into his mouth and closed his eyes, licking around the head. He heard Blaine moaning before he felt Blaine's wet mouth enveloping him. Kurt's hips jutted forwards reflexively and Blaine's hand came up to his hips, holding him still.

Kurt tried to focus on Blaine's cock in his mouth. The sensations were amazing. He could see why people loved to do this.

He moaned around Blaine's cock, taking more of him in, hollowing his cheeks to create the pressure he knew that Blaine responded to so well. He didn't know what to do more, suck on Blaine harder or thrust into the warmth of Blaine's mouth.

Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine's cock where he couldn't reach with his mouth and stroked him. Blaine hummed around Kurt's cock and Kurt thrust into Blaine's mouth, wanting more. Blaine gripped Kurt's hips and pulled him closer and Kurt pulled off Blaine's cock to watch his boyfriend deep throat him.

A moan ripped from Kurt at the sight and before he knew realised what was happening, he was coming hard down Blaine's throat. Blaine looked beautiful like this, Kurt thought as he rode through his orgasm, body shaking with want.

Kurt watched as his cock slipped from between Blaine's lips and he pressed soft kisses to the head. He licked his lips and locked gazes with Blaine.

"Fuck," Kurt said. Blaine's tongue darted out to lick at the head of Kurt's cock again and he twitched from the oversensitivity. His eyes closed reflexively and he whined, torn between wanting to back away from the touch, too sensitive and wanting to thrust back into Blaine's mouth again.

His decision was changed when he felt Blaine's hard cock nudging the corner of his mouth and he took it back into his mouth, sucking with renewed vigour. Blaine groaned loudly, thrusting into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt worked Blaine as hard and as fast as he could, given the angle, and Blaine was soon coming into his mouth.

"Not to copy or anything," Blaine said, breathing heavily. "But fuck."

Kurt flopped onto his back and laughed happily. He turned his head and kissed Blaine's thigh before shifting on the bed so he was properly lying next to Blaine again. He snuggled into his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around Blaine in a loose hug.

"I love you," Kurt said.

"I love you too," Blaine replied. "Happy birthday, Kurt."

Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine's chest. "It's been a pretty good one so far," he said, tracing random patterns on Blaine's skin.

"I have a present for you," Blaine said after a few moments of silence.

Kurt looked up and smiled. "I love presents," he said.

Blaine dipped his head and kissed Kurt softly on the lips. "I know you do," he whispered before getting up off the bed to cross the room.

Kurt watched him, curious, as he pulled out a small, square box from inside his suitcase. Kurt sat up as Blaine re-joined him on the bed and he gratefully accepted the carefully wrapped package from Blaine.

Kurt gaped at the brooch sitting in the box. It was a little crest with the initials K and B inside it with a small chain hanging from the side.

"Blaine," he breathed. "This is gorgeous."

Blaine smiled. "I know how much you like to wear brooches and I wanted to give you one that would remind you of me."

Kurt closed the box before throwing his arms around Blaine in a tight hug. "You are amazing," he said softly. "I honestly wasn't expecting anything considering you've brought me to Paris for my birthday."

"I couldn't not give you something," Blaine said. "And seeing you happy like this makes me so happy."

"I am," Kurt said, blinking back tears. "I am happy."

Blaine cupped his face with both hands and kissed him lovingly. They broke the kiss and Blaine wiped at the tears that had fallen onto Kurt's cheeks.

"Don't cry," Blaine said.

"They're happy tears," Kurt said, voice sounding a little wet from crying. "Ugh, I'm going to go all red and blotchy now."

"You look perfect to me."

"God, you're a sap," Kurt said as he practically threw himself at Blaine for another kiss, knocking them both back onto the mattress. Blaine laughed and wrapped his arms around Kurt's still naked body.

"I am," Blaine replied. "We'd better get up. It's already late and we can still make brunch if we try."

"I'm up, I'm up," Kurt said as he pushed himself off the bed. He grinned at Blaine as he headed to the bathroom to quickly shower.

Kurt dressed while Blaine showered and he pulled on a short sleeved, button down shirt. He took his birthday brooch from Blaine and carefully pinned it to the collar of his shirt, smiling at his reflection after he had successfully fastened it.

"That looks even better on than I imagined," Blaine said as he stepped back into the room.

Kurt smiled over at him. "It does," he agreed.

Blaine dressed and they made it out into the Summer Patio where there were several people starting brunch. Kurt and Blaine sat down together and were immediately seen by a server. Kurt smiled and placed their order in perfect French, requesting a bottle of champagne as well to go with their brunch.

"Have I mentioned how much you speaking French turns me on?" Blaine said once they were alone.

Kurt flushed and grinned at Blaine. He moved his leg so that his foot was brushing against Blaine's underneath the table, eager for the contact. "No," he said. "You haven't."

"Well, it does," Blaine replied. "I love it."

Brunch was amazing, Kurt thought as he sipped at his glass of champagne, feeling decidedly giddy. There was something about drinking champagne in Paris on his birthday that left Kurt wishing he could do it all of the time. As much as he wanted to, the prospect of exploring the wonderful city was so much more appealing to him.

"So, where do you want to go today?" Blaine asked as he set down his napkin on the table, reaching across for Kurt's hand.

Kurt sighed. "Where do we even start?" he wondered.

"Anywhere," Blaine replied with a laugh. "We've got all day. Our reservations at the Eiffel Tower restaurant aren't until later, so we have all day to do whatever you want."

"And what if I want to stay in bed all day?" Kurt asked softly, caressing Blaine's hand with his own.

Blaine smiled. "Then we'll stay in bed all day."

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand softly. "We should start with the Arc de Triomphe and go through Champs Elysees until we end up at the Louvre."

"Someone did his homework," Blaine teased.

Kurt laughed. "Someone has been dreaming of Paris since he was a little boy."

"Great, let's go then!"

"I hope you have on your walking shoes, Blaine," Kurt said, "because we're going to be on our feet a lot today."

"I do," Blaine replied as they headed into the hotel lobby. He stuck out his foot and wriggled it around, causing Kurt to chuckle again.

"Good," Kurt replied. "Let's get a taxi there though." He slipped his hand into Blaine's own as they left the hotel.

Kurt was ecstatic. It had been a dream of his to be able to roam the streets of Paris. Doing it on his birthday, with the love of his life, was just a dream come true.

He and Blaine rode in a taxi to the Arc de Triomphe. Kurt gazed out of the window the entire time, Blaine's hand still secure in his own. Everything about Paris was just so breathtaking. He couldn't get enough of it, even though he was there, right in the heart of the city.

The taxi came to a stop and Blaine paid for their ride. They said thank you in unison and Kurt got out of the car, looking up at the Arc in awe. He took a breath and let himself get lost in its sheer beauty.

"Oh, Blaine," he said softly, reaching for Blaine's hand again. "It's gorgeous."

"It really is," Blaine agreed.

"We should have come at night time," Kurt said. "And seen what it's like when it's all lit up."

"We still can," Blaine replied. "We're here for a while."

"I know," Kurt said, tearing his gaze away to look at Blaine. "But there are just so many things I want to do while we're here."

Blaine grinned and pulled Kurt closer, looping his arms around Kurt's middle. "We will," he replied. "We'll do it all."

Kurt beamed at Blaine and leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips.

Kurt spent the next hour excitedly rattling off any piece of information he could about the Arc to Blaine, who just took it all in his stride. They walked down the Champs Elysees, hand in hand, stopping at any shop they desired.

Kurt was in his element. He had only dreamed of visiting the high end fashion stores that the Champs Elysees had. Kurt paused when he stopped outside of the Bruce Field store. He glanced back at Blaine, eyes alight with excitement and he led Blaine into the store.

"I can't go home without at least some form of French men's fashion," he said to Blaine who smiled amusedly at him.

"Of course," Blaine replied, squeezing Kurt's hand.

Kurt sighed happily as he browsed through the selection of men's clothing. He was in heaven. There was no other way to describe how utterly at home he felt surrounded by the best fashion he had seen outside of the Vogue office.

The first thing he needed though was a new suit for his birthday dinner. He wanted to do the night perfectly.

~*~

Their day was exhausting but completely worth it, Blaine thought. They made it back to the hotel with an hour and a half to spare to get changed before dinner. Kurt had pretty much not stopped smiling since they had woken up and Blaine felt so happy that he was a part of that happiness.

He had already showered and dressed and was waiting for Kurt to finish up in the bathroom before they could go to dinner. He had big plans for their night and he didn't want to be late at all.

Blaine stared out at the Eiffel Tower from their balcony, taking in the glittering lights in the distance and smiling to himself. It was utterly perfect.

After Kurt had found a new suit to wear for dinner, they had spent the remainder of their afternoon walking down the Champs Elysees and Blaine was thankful that he had travelled lightly because even with their combined suitcases, he knew their luggage was going to be overweight on the way home. He didn't mind it though – it made Kurt happy and he had managed to acquire some new outfits as well.

They had arrived at the Louvre in the late afternoon but Blaine had suggested they go back to the hotel, knowing there wouldn't be enough time to fully appreciate any time they spent there. They had agreed to spend a day at the Louvre during their visit instead.

Blaine glanced back up at the Eiffel Tower as he leaned on the wall of the balcony, just appreciating its beauty.

"I'm ready," Kurt said as he stepped out onto the balcony.

Blaine turned around and glanced up at Kurt. His breath caught in his throat at how utterly and devastatingly handsome Kurt looked.

"What?" Kurt asked. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No," Blaine breathed, standing. He crossed the distance to Kurt and took both of Kurt's hands in his own. "You look amazing."

Kurt smiled. "Thank you."

"I am so lucky to be with you," Blaine said.

Kurt slipped his hands from Blaine's and wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders and stepped in close. "I'm the lucky one," he whispered before kissing Blaine softly. Blaine felt the kiss all the way down to his toes, curling them instinctively in his shoes.

"We... we'd better go," Blaine said softly, licking his lips, trying to chase the taste of Kurt.

"Okay," Kurt said pulling away completely. He flashed Blaine a smile and Blaine swore he felt his heart stutter in his chest.

They left the hotel and caught a taxi to the Eiffel Tower. The car ride was quiet but Blaine knew they didn't need to fill the silence with inane chatter. Their joined hands and happy faces said more than enough.

"Wow," Kurt said in awe once they stepped outside of the taxi.

Blaine glanced up at the tower, taking in its sheer beauty. It looked amazing from their balcony but absolutely nothing compared to seeing it up close and personal. He glanced to look at Kurt whose face was alight with happiness. He was looking up at the tower with wide, curious eyes and his mouth was open, like he was about to say something but too struck by awe to even compose a sentence.

Blaine slipped his hand back into Kurt's and squeezed softly. It was amazing to see this from Kurt's point of view. Blaine had been to Paris, and the Eiffel Tower, more than once in his life but seeing the amazement on Kurt's face made the experience so much better than any other visit he had had.

"This is..." Kurt trailed off, glancing at Blaine, his eyes shining.

"Happy birthday, Kurt," Blaine said simply.

Kurt beamed at him and stepped in close to Blaine, kissing him tenderly. "Thank you," he whispered against Blaine's lips.

Blaine gently rubbed his nose against Kurt's before kissing him once more. Once they broke apart, Blaine led Kurt through to the front of the tower so they could get to the restaurant.

They stayed as close as physically possible in the elevator ride, despite the fact that it wasn't completely filled with people. Once they were at the restaurant level, Blaine stepped out with Kurt, glancing around at the layout. Kurt's face had lit up again, basking in the beauty that was the tower restaurant.

"Ohh, there's a guy playing piano!" Kurt exclaimed softly as they were led to a table that was relatively close to the stage. An impeccably dressed pianist was playing. "That is amazing. It sets the mood perfectly."

"I think so, too," Blaine agreed, pulling Kurt's chair out for him to sit down when they reached their table.

"Such a gentleman," Kurt said as he sat down.

Blaine sat across from him and gratefully accepted the menus from their server. "Order whatever you want," he started. "Tonight is all about you and I want you to enjoy it."

"I already am," Kurt replied and Blaine felt his stomach swoop pleasantly. He couldn't help but smile and took Kurt's hand from across the table. "Blaine, today has already been amazing," he started. "I seriously don't know how it could possibly get better."

Blaine smiled to himself, trying not to let Kurt on about how much better it could get before the night was out. "Well," he started instead. "I'm sure dinner will make it that much better."

Kurt grinned and opened his menu. "Oh, wow, everything looks delicious," he commented.

Blaine glanced down at his menu, trying to recall what he had eaten the last time he had been there. His French wasn't anywhere near what Kurt's was but he figured he could find something that wasn't too complicated to read that he could order.

"Want me to translate for you, honey?" Kurt asked.

Blaine glanced up, amazed.

"...What?" Kurt wondered, brow furrowing a little at Blaine.

"That's the first time you've ever called me honey," Blaine said.

"Is it?" Kurt asked. "I swear I've called you that before...?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, I'd definitely remember that," he replied softly. "Is it weird that I'm getting mushy over a pet name?"

Kurt chuckled. "I think we passed weird about six months ago," he said. "But no, it's not weird. It's... endearing."

"Good," Blaine replied. "And, yes, please translate for me? I don't want to order frogs legs like last time."

"But they're so delicious, Blaine," Kurt teased and Blaine crinkled his nose at his boyfriend.

"Maybe they're an acquired taste that I haven't properly acquired yet?"

Kurt grinned at him again and shook his head before listing off the meals on the menu.

Their server came back after a while and Kurt placed their orders for them both. Blaine quickly added that he wanted a bottle of their best champagne as well and Kurt smiled at him softly.

"You're going to spoil me, you know," Kurt said casually. "I mean, this is only my twenty third birthday... What are you going to do for my other ones?"

"Ahh," Blaine started. "The plan was to woo you until you turned twenty-three, shower you with gifts and then slack off once I knew you were in love with me. After this, it's sweatpants, Chinese food take out and sex once a week if you're lucky."

Kurt snorted and quickly covered his mouth with his hand. "Blaine," he admonished, looking around to see if anyone had heard him. His cheeks were flushed and Blaine grinned wider.

"It's in the fine print," Blaine added. "You must have missed it when you signed your soul over to me."

"I must have," Kurt replied. "How silly of me."

Blaine took Kurt's hand across the table again and kissed the back of it, keeping his gaze on Kurt the entire time.

He was glad the day had been good for Kurt so far. He knew it wasn't over yet and he had a few more surprises up his sleeve that he hoped Kurt liked. Blaine hoped that the champagne would help quell his nerves.

He was usually quite a confident person. He knew what he wanted and he wasn't afraid to get it but with Kurt, everything was a risk. He knew without a doubt that he loved Kurt with every fibre of his being and he knew that Kurt loved him too, but it was still so scary. Every day Blaine was grateful to wake up with Kurt in his arms. Every day, Blaine thanked his lucky stars that he had Kurt in his life and every day he hoped that they would be able to spend the rest of their lives together.

Blaine was completely smitten and he knew it. Kurt was his everything and even though he had been through this before – been in a long term relationship before – this time it felt different.

He still worried that he was going to screw things up somehow or make Kurt hate him, but every time Kurt glanced at him with a look on his face that positively screamed that Blaine was the cause of his happiness, he relaxed a little.

It was scary, having that much pressure put on him but Blaine just had to look at Kurt to know it was all worth it. He would literally do anything to keep Kurt happy and he knew he never wanted to see Kurt upset if he could help it.

Their dinner was romantic and sweet, just as Blaine had hoped it would be. Kurt spoke in perfect French to their server, who smiled at Kurt's wit that Blaine could see translating over no matter the language.

The champagne helped quell Blaine's nerves a little bit and once they had finished eating their dinner, a server came to clear their plates and handed Blaine a slip of paper.

"What's that?" Kurt asked curiously.

"Just another part of your birthday present," Blaine replied with a smile. He stood and Kurt shot him a confused look. "Stay there and enjoy the show."

Kurt blinked up at him and Blaine kissed his cheek softly before he walked over to the stage where the pianist had stopped playing some ten minutes beforehand. Blaine shook his hand and sat down at the piano. He adjusted the microphone and cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your meals," he started, nerves fluttering into his stomach again. "But today is my wonderful boyfriend's birthday and I wanted to play a little something for him."

There were a few 'aww's from some of the restaurant patrons and Blaine hit the first notes on the piano. He had chosen to sing the Adele version of the cover Make You Feel My Love because he felt like it fit their relationship.

As he sang, he glanced up at Kurt, who he could see was staring at him with an intensity that Blaine was sure he felt down to his toes. He lost himself in the song, putting his all into it.

He knew it was risky playing a song in front of an entire restaurant full of people trying to enjoy their dinner but he didn't care. He wanted Kurt to have the best possible birthday ever and from the look on Kurt's face, Blaine was certain that it had happened.

The song finished and surprisingly, the entire restaurant applauded him. He stood, gave a small bow and headed back to the table where Kurt was. Kurt stood the moment he got close enough and he pulled Blaine in for a searing kiss, which resulted in more applause from the restaurant patrons.

"I love you so much," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips.

"I love you too," Blaine returned, kissing Kurt again.

"Go," Kurt blurted out. "We should go back to the hotel now."

Blaine shook his head. "We have dessert still..."

"Screw dessert," Kurt breathed. "I want you now."

Blaine bit his lip. "Okay, I have one more tiny birthday gift for you... So we kind of can't leave."

"Blaine," Kurt said. "Oh, you are insatiable."

Blaine grinned and stepped back from Kurt's hold. "I learned from the best."

Kurt flushed at sat back down, folding his napkin back over his lap. "I hope dessert hurries up then."

Blaine chuckled as he sat back down as well and they were soon being served their dessert that they were sharing together.

"So," Kurt started conversationally when they were half way through their dessert. "What's the last gift?"

"Nope," Blaine said. "You're not getting it out of me."

Kurt pouted. "Not even a hint?"

Blaine shook his head, scooping up more of the whipped cream with his dessert fork. "Not even a hint."

Kurt sighed and kept eating their dessert in silence, his foot rubbing against Blaine's own underneath the table. Blaine smiled to himself at the touch and reached for his champagne glass to wash down his last mouthful.

Blaine paid the bill for their meal and thanked the server profusely for their excellent service, leaving them a large tip before they left.

He guided Kurt back to the elevators and as Kurt was about to push the down button, Blaine reached over and quickly pushed the button for the topmost floor of the tower.

"I thought we were leaving?" Kurt asked.

Blaine shook his head. "Not just yet," he replied. The elevator stopped a short while later and they stepped out into a completely vacant floor. Blaine smiled to himself, glad that everything was going according to his plans so far.

"Where is everyone?" Kurt wondered, walking around. "Isn't this place normally packed with people?"

"I hired it," Blaine replied easily.

Kurt whipped around to look at him. "You did?" he asked. "Wait, that shouldn't surprise me, actually."

Blaine grinned. "I told you I had one last gift for you – this is it."

Blaine approached the edge of the tower and glanced down at the city below them, lit up and glittering in the night sky. They could see so much from there and it was absolutely breathtaking.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed. "This is... This is too much. I can't even find words right now."

"That's okay," Blaine said, stepping closer to Kurt to look out at the city. "You don't need words."

Blaine stepped back and took a deep breath.

It was now or never.

"Kurt," he started. Kurt tore his gaze away from the view of Paris to look at Blaine, his cheeks flushed happily and a smile lingering on the corner of his lips. Blaine swallowed thickly and gently took both of Kurt's hands in his own. "I want you to know how much I love you."

Kurt smiled. "I do know," he said. "It's pretty obvious, actually."

Blaine huffed a laugh. "I don't know if I should apologise for the... extravagance or not."

Kurt shook his head. "You never have to apologise for Paris, Blaine."

Blaine smiled at him, squeezing Kurt's hands. "Good," he said. "Since meeting you... My life has been so much better. I wake up happy each day and I go to sleep each night knowing that the reason for my happiness is curled up in my arms.

"I often wonder how an old man like me got so lucky..."

"You're not old," Kurt interrupted softly. "You're like a fine wine; you only get better with age."

"I hope so," Blaine said. "I honestly don't think I have loved anyone else as much as I love you and it is such a privilege to not only have you in my life but to be able to call myself your boyfriend." He paused, taking in Kurt's attentive face. "My world before you came into it wasn't really living. I had dark clouds that still lurked in the corners but you swept them all away with one smile in my direction.

"I never expected to fall for someone like you, someone who is as amazing and caring and perfectly imperfect as you are," he paused, feeling his heart begin to thud in his chest. "I can honestly say that I never want to spend another moment without you by my side."

Blaine broke their gaze and reached into his pocket.

He sunk down onto one knee in front of Kurt.

Kurt's eyes widened and Blaine could hear him gasp audibly.

"Kurt Hummel," Blaine started, glancing up at Kurt, the weight of the open Tiffany's box sitting heavily in his hand. "Would you do me the honour of marrying me?"

~*~