Fic: At the Bottom of Everything
Title: At the Bottom of Everything
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Warnings: strong language, fluff(?), implied Jeff/Nick (according to Blaine), and a birthday!blow-job.
Word Count: 4,572
Summary: Kurt has never had a good birthday. Even though he's been out of Dalton for almost two months now and it's summer vacation, Blaine and the Warblers are determined to throw him a party that he'll never forget.
A/N: Written for the lovely star55 for her birthday! My apologies in advance for any crack that snuck in.
All grammar mistakes are of my own doing since this is un-betad, but I would just like to give teaboytoaliens credit for giving me Kurt's party outfit/some advice for working out bits of the story.
Title is a song by Bright Eyes. And just as another side note, I've decided that Kurt's birthday is June 24th, because he seems like a Cancer *shrug*. Anyway, here is birthday fic:
Kurt hates his birthdays. At the age of almost 17, he still doesn't remember a good birthday. He just remembers crying the year after his mom died, clutching a red balloon with his left hand as his dad made him cut the cake.
Or for every other time, he just dreads the weeks leading up to his birthday all together.
Last year was the first year since third grade that someone outside of his family had bothered to get him a birthday present. Mercedes had taken him shopping and out to dinner, but still Kurt didn't believe that the whole day could go well. And it didn't.
He was teased at the mall, and then the next day someone(s) had egged his house. The fact that bullies probably didn't even know it was his birthday and weren't purposely giving him special treatment frustrated him.
There was no "Happy Birthday, Lady Boy" written in spray paint on the driveway or anything.
The nerve.
But really, none of those years mattered anymore. Kurt had friends now or at least a couple, anyway. He had Blaine.
Was Blaine going to forget his birthday, too?
Kurt didn't know.
He'd only mentioned his birthday once before when they were discussing their horoscopes, Blaine was a Pisces and Kurt was a Cancer, but he didn't expect Blaine to remember.
Was that something boyfriends were supposed to remember? Would Blaine get him anything?
No. Don't expect anything, please. Just hope that you get to see him that day, and everything should be okay.
Stop hoping for anything good. Maybe you don't deserve to be happy on June 24th. It's just a random day out of the year, anyway, right? Let it pass on by.
~*~
Even though Kurt had been out of Dalton for almost two months, the Warblers still respected Kurt's talent. He was their lead-soloist's boyfriend now, after all.
And maybe just a few of them had discovered they had crushes on him after he left.
No biggie.
"Blackbird" would melt a stone-cold heart.
The brightness of Kurt Hummel's eyes could create babies out of thin air.
You know, magical things.
Blaine knew Kurt was magical, so he intended to make Kurt's 17th birthday the best one yet.
KURT'S DAY:
-Hire magician
-Get balloons
-Buy ice cream cake Bake a vanilla cake GET ICE CREAM CAKE.
-Get nice shirt to be dapperly sexy in (blue? black? green?)
Blaine had called Carole on May 23rd to start plotting for Kurt's birthday as early as possible. He had a feeling that Kurt never had a great birthday bash before, so he felt lucky to be in the position to throw him one finally.
It was the least he could do for his boyfriend who had such nice lips and and and... Think party mode, Blaine. You're in class right now. No time to do undapper things to yourself.
Blaine whispered over to Jeff who was in his Biology class at the time.
"Hey, can you tell Nick not to shave until after June 24th? It would be a big favor to Kurt."
Jeff's eyes widened and his hands fell down to his sides in a swift manner to silently represent "What the hell, dude?"
Blaine smiled innocently and leaned over to explain quietly, "Well, Kurt and I were talking about it a few weeks ago, and he said that Nick was undoubtedly the sexiest Warbler boy, and Kurt likes rugged and manly guys. Sooo, if you could tell your boyfriend not to shave for like one more month, then that would be spiffy, Jeff!"
Jeff continued looking at him like he was insane. He leaned towards Blaine, "Blaine! I'm not seeing Nick! And why don't you tell him not to shave?"
Blaine chuckled lightly.
Jeff and Nick were so together. How could they not be? Blaine thought it was preposterous to think otherwise.
He just winked at Jeff and continued taking his notes happily.
What Blaine Anderson wanted, he got, especially when it came to Kurt's happiness.
Kurt Hummel would be happy on his 17th birthday or else.
Or. else.
~*~
"Today's just another day," Kurt said to himself quietly, staring into his mirror reflection.
Okay, so maybe all his other birthdays weren't so bad; he was sure that some kids had it way worse than he did, but he couldn't help but be irrationally sad on his birthdays. He wanted to cry and to stay in bed all day, to throw himself a pity party. Just because he could.
But Blaine had told him earlier that Kurt was to be over Blaine's house in an hour.
Stupid Blaine.
Didn't he know that Kurt just wanted to die today? How inconsiderate.
Around 3:30PM, Kurt borrowed his dad's truck and drove the thirty minutes over to Blaine's house.
It was a warm summer day. He guessed that was a good start.
~*~
Blaine lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Surprisingly though, he didn't live in a ginormous mansion like Kurt had once thought. Blaine's parents had money, but they weren't as rich as some of the other Dalton Academy families.
However, the Anderson's did have a cleaning lady that Kurt found out about one day in a rather humiliating manner.
Blaine had been on top of him, starting to grind into him during one of their many heated make-out sessions.
It was the first time Kurt was willing to go further, like he needed Blaine Anderson in him NOW or else, but then suddenly the door to Blaine's room was opened by a short woman with hair tied back in a ponytail, and Kurt had screamed.
The door was quickly shut, followed by Blaine's immediate laughter, but Kurt had forced Blaine off of him and stared at the door in horror for a minute longer.
Blaine hadn't told him that the Anderson's had a cleaning lady.
"That's Mindy," Blaine had said at the closed door, grinning back at Kurt.
Kurt had never been so scared in his life.
Okay, maybe he had, but no. He hated being caught doing anything sexual almost as much as he hated having his boners killed by cleaning ladies.
----
So, now whenever Kurt went to Blaine's house, he checked to see if a white 2005 Ford Focus was parked on the Anderon's driveway. If it was, Kurt would politely tell Blaine to come outside, and they'd go have coffee someplace until Kurt was sure Mindy wouldn't be there anymore. He would definitely never meet face to face with her ever again. Too embarrassing.
But luckily on June 24th no such car was on the driveway of Blaine's house, not even Blaine's parent's cars. Fuck yeah.
Kurt walked up to the front step and texted Blaine that he was there. Doorbells are so 2008.
Blaine must have been standing at the door the entire time, because not fifteen seconds after Kurt texted him was the door flinging open to reveal a suave, grinning man-hobbit. Kurt tilted his head at his boyfriend and smiled.
Does he know it's my birthday?
Blaine closed the door quickly behind him, then grabbed Kurt's hand to drag him up the stairs in silence.
Maybe he does...
Kurt was quite alright with the suspiciously quiet Blaine, but he especially liked getting propped against Blaine's closed bedroom door and having his neck kissed and sucked on.
When Blaine led him over to the bed to get on top of him, Kurt quickly wanted one thing to happen before continuing:
"Wait, close the door." No cleaning ladies to ruin my boners, kthx.
Blaine complied and then quickly found his way back to the bed to lay on his side, facing his boyfriend.
They kissed for a few minutes, Kurt wanting to at least say hello, but Blaine kept him from making any verbal communication.
There were only certain syllables that Kurt would be allowed to mutter in the next twenty-six minutes.
That was exactly the amount of time they had before Blaine's other plans fell into place.
If there was one thing Blaine knew about Wes, he was punctual as fuck. There would be no way that a doorbell would be ringing at anytime other than 4:45PM exactly.
Therefore, he had to be quick.
Or rather, Kurt did.
Blaine rested his hand on Kurt's hip as they made-out, slowly letting it drift to Kurt's crotch as their kissing became more intense.
They'd already had sex a few times, but Kurt still required a large amount of foreplay before anything ever happened. Blaine didn't mind, however, since he enjoyed the idea that only he could get to hear the small whimpers and moans Kurt made and only he could make Kurt come.
He really liked knowing that.
Blaine moaned softly into the kiss as Kurt pressed himself further into Blaine's palm, wanting as much contact with Blaine's hand as he could get.
He could feel Kurt getting hard from the friction, and Blaine couldn't help but be so happy that Kurt was getting his first birthday blow-job so turned on.
He broke his mouth away from Kurt's to speak quietly, not wanting to break either of them out of their lusty haze.
"I want to suck you off, can I?"
Kurt moaned softly as he watched his boyfriend bite his lower-lip, staring at him with large, dark eyes. So cool.
Kurt just nodded, still feeling too uncomfortable to say "yes" or "fuck, please, suck me, ohmygooddd."
Even though Blaine encouraged dirty talk in the bedroom, it would still take Kurt until the end of the summer at the very least to be able to willingly play along.
But Blaine knew better. He knew his boyfriend was a freak in the bed.
He just was.
Or he had to be, anyway. There was no way in hell that someone as good-looking as Kurt wasn't.
It would be a waste of attractiveness and that in itself would be a terrible crime.
Kurt would come around or Blaine would just have to lightly push him to it.
Baby steps.
"Tell me what you want me to do, Kurt, pretty please..."
Blaine was kneeling between Kurt's legs, staring up at his nervous yet highly aroused boyfriend who was leaning against the headboard of Blaine's bed.
Kurt sighed shakily as Blaine rubbed his inner thigh.
"Blaine, please..."
"Please what, Kurt? Braid your hair? Make muffins? Suck your hard cock in my mouth willingly?"
"T-The third one."
Blaine tried to sound as seductively as he could, pressing his lips to Kurt's thigh and sucking down slowly.
"Which was that? I have a terrible memory, you see..."
I'm going to fucking kill you, Anderson.
"Suck my cock in your mouth, Blaine. And please, don't make me say it again..."
It's my fucking birthday, goddamnit. You don't even know it's my birthday, and you're still teasing me.
Just suck my dick or I'll kill you terribly.
Blaine laughed against Kurt's thigh, but didn't take much time in between pumping his boyfriend's dick and wrapping his mouth around him, not needing to get Kurt any harder before continuing to suck and hallow his cheeks.
Kurt's inner protests quickly hushed but now commanded his fingers to tighten their grip in Blaine's curly hair.
At least you didn't gel it today... Fuck, I looove you...
After Kurt came, Blaine spent a few moments cleaning him off, making sure his mouth didn't miss anything. He looked up at his boyfriend, licking his lips as he started to smirk, not being able to hide his forming grin any longer.
"Happy birthday, Kurt."
Kurt's eyes just widened, his eyebrows furrowing lightly in his post-orgasm haze.
"You thought I forgot, didn't you?" Blaine laughed.
Kurt just pushed Blaine away from him, grabbing his pants and putting them back on as Blaine continued grinning. "Yes, I thought you did. How come you didn't say it when I walked in then?"
Kurt was pissed. Blaine was highly amused. "Because I wanted it to be a surprise! A birthday surprise."
"What's the surprise? You knowing it's my birthday?"
Blaine chuckled lightly, "Well, yeah, I guess. But hey!" He looked at his phone and smiled, watching the clock on his phone turn to 4:45.
The doorbell rang.
Excellent.
Kurt fumbled off the bed, rubbing his hands on his shirt, trying in a hurry to make his clothes look unwrinkled.
Blaine laughed, "Relax, it's just the guys."
"What?" Kurt froze for a moment looking horrified.
Blaine laughed louder, going over to the door as he tried to make his hair look less messy. "Yeah, they're here for your party. But! You have a few minutes to make yourself look even more pretty, since I know you'd kill me if I made you go out there with your 'just came' face on."
Kurt just continued staring hard at Blaine, not sure whether to be pleased, pissed, or confused. Possibly all three.
Blaine started walking down the stairs towards the front door, calling back to Kurt, "Your party outfit's in the bathroom. Carole washed it and brought it over the other day in case you were wondering the who, what, when, where, and why's of the situation. We've been planning this for a while. Try to hurry! We've got loads to do tonight!"
Did Blaine tell Carole that he was planning on blowing him on his birthday, too?
Kurt hoped that wasn't true.
But knowing Blaine's unhealthy devotion to honesty, he'd rather never know the details of their conversation. Oh, god.
~*~
Blaine soon had all the Warblers stationed in his kitchen huddled around the long table. He estimated that they had ten minutes before Kurt came down the stairs to glare at all of them for trying to pull together a surprise party.
"So, why isn't Kurt down here? It's his party," A junior member of the Warblers asked.
"It's his birthday, Davis, he can come down when he wants," Wes declared while rolling his eyes.
Blaine clasped his hands together, "Alright, guys! So, I just wanted to say thank you so much for coming here over the summer. I know we weren't scheduled to start our meetings for next year's glee club until school started, so I thank you all now for coming. Kurt's still one of us even though he's gone back to McKinley, and I've heard he's had some pretty sucky birthdays before, so we have to make this one amazing!"
Blaine could see Jeff and Nick poking each other back by the kitchen counter and smiled. They were so in love.
"And thank you Nick for looking very scruffalicious for this day; I thank your boyfriend as well for passing the message along."
Jeff stopped poking Nick to blush and to shake his head at Blaine while Nick continued poking him and smirking.
So together.
They all waited for Kurt to come down the stairs, David hooking up his iPod to Blaine's surround sound system in the basement.
Some of the other Warblers had brought plastic plates and cups, while Wes had unnecessarily brought the utensils for the pizza that Blaine had ordered before Kurt had arrived at his house.
"Warblers! Use your silverware! What are we? SAVAGES?!"
When Kurt came down the basement stairs, Blaine quickly went over to his boyfriend to claim him.
I see the intrigue in your eyes, Nick Whatever-Your-Last-Name-Is. Stay away from my man.
But who could resist Kurt in a light blue and gray checkered blazer?
No one.
It might have been a little warm out to be wearing long sleeves, but the material looked thin enough to not be too constricting, and Blaine's basement was relatively cool.
However, even with one of his favorite outfits on, Kurt felt like something wrong was going to happen. It was strange having all the Warblers here just for him.
"I don't want to make this all about me, Blaine. And these aren't even all my friends, these are the Warblers." Kurt whispered as Blaine guided him over to the snack table that two of the Warblers had set up.
"I heard that, Kurt," Wes said while sipping Hawaiian Punch out of a red plastic cup. Even in god awful khaki shorts and a dark button-up top, Kurt still thought the guy looked sophisticated enough to run the country.
"But here, this will hopefully help you remember better times."
Wes paused for a moment to set his drink down, and then went over to his jacket to pull out a pink rhinestone gavel that was wrapped up in a bright red bow.
Kurt stood closer to Blaine, afraid Wes was going to hit him with it as he walked over to the couple with the largest grin that Kurt had ever seen on the ex-senior council member's face.
He cannot be serious.
As Kurt took the gavel in his hands and thanked Wes, Thad raised his glass and the rest of the Warblers joined in simultaneously, making Kurt blush a light shade of red.
"Once a Warbler, always a Warbler!"
They simply cannot be serious.
Blaine stood off to the side to stifle his laughing, and soon David's party playlist blew through the speakers in Blaine's basement, starting with the Beastie Boys' "(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party)."
Kurt was terrified. He would have rather been singing "Hey, Soul Sister" right now.
Wes banging his head was a scary thing, and they weren't even drunk.
What the fuck was in that punch?
----
After David won the dance competition (a defeated Jeff stood annoyed over by the snack table for a good hour), some of the Warblers had to leave since curfew was at eleven and it was already 10:30PM.
Blaine called everybody that was left over to the couches in the corner of the basement where Jeff was instructed to play his acoustic guitar until the end of the night. Kurt sat next to Wes who had asked Kurt earlier in the night if he could just hold onto the gavel until he had to leave (for tradition's sake.)
As Nick came over to the group, Blaine remembered he had not finished making Kurt's 17th birthday the best birthday ever. Blaine stared hard at Nick until the older boy noticed him staring and then motioned him to take a seat next to Kurt. Nick complied a little confusedly.
Jeff watched as his boyfriend Nick sat next to the birthday boy, smiling and asking Kurt if he wanted anything else to drink.
Kurt just smiled politely and shook his head, trying to pay attention to the song Jeff was playing on guitar instead of focusing all of his attention to the now-scruffy brunette sitting next to him.
Kurt is NOT swooned, Nick. Ya fucking gotta swoon! Your mighty scruff alone will not do!
The blond boy strumming the guitar furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed Blaine glaring at Nick until he finally leaned in closer to Kurt, asking him how his birthday was going.
No doubt, Kurt thought Nick was sexy and that sitting this close to him was doing a little more than just add to his body warmth, but wasn't Blaine supposed to be wooing him on his birthday? Not sexy Warbler boy?
"Blaine, can I talk to you for a minute?" Kurt asked, standing up to awkwardly get a way from Nick.
Jeff found himself strangely at ease when Kurt left Nick's side.
Blaine followed Kurt upstairs to the Anderon's kitchen, and then Kurt asked if they could go out onto his deck to talk.
Blaine didn't like where this was going.
The shorter boy leaned himself against the brick of his cement deck and then opened his arms out to rest his hands on the ledge.
Kurt smiled and stood next to him, staring out at the starry summer sky.
They were silent for a moment, Blaine not sure if Kurt was going to yell at him for throwing a bad party or break-up with him for being the lamest boyfriend ever.
Kurt continued looking at the sky but smiled when he felt his hand find Blaine's warmer, nervous one. He rubbed his thumb over Blaine's knuckles and then looked at him with bright eyes that had reflected the light from the kitchen.
"You didn't have to throw me a surprise party, Blaine, but thank you."
Blaine smiled and leaned in closer to him, placing his other hand on top of Kurt's. It was quiet outside, besides the regular chirping of crickets from neighboring backyards.
"I wanted you to have a good birthday. I'm sorry it was dumb, I thought the dance competition was going to be...cooler."
He ducked his hand under Kurt's but continued rubbing their hands together gently.
Kurt laughed and tilted Blaine's chin up with his free hand. He felt himself melt when Blaine smiled, and it was in that moment that he realized it wasn't just this one day that he wanted to celebrate his own birth--It was every day.
He wanted to be with Blaine everyday and somehow he knew the night would always end up alright if he did. As long as Blaine was alright, too.
"You know what made this a great birthday?"
"Hm?"
"I have you now. You make everyday good for me."
Blaine grinned, shaking his head as he laid it against Kurt's shoulder. Kurt smiled and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, loving the feeling of Blaine's body warming his own even though it was easily warm out for a summer night.
He tilted his head towards Blaine's to whisper, "And birthday blow-jobs should definitely become a tradition."
They held each other there for a few minutes, not in a hurry to go inside to hear Wes sing yet another Shania Twain song on karaoke.
Blaine held the door open for Kurt as they started to walk back in, but Kurt turned around quickly only to accidentally bump into the shorter boy.
He laughed and took a step back, but then leaned in again to put his hands on Blaine's sides.
"Wait, just hold on. I want you to know something before we go back down there."
Blaine held the door back open for both of them to go outside again for a moment. Kurt smiled and kept a foot between them to give himself room to think. Blaine's smile sometimes made him say crazy things, and he wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to be swooned into a pile of nothingness before he said what he had wanted to say.
Kurt smiled and bit his lip before staring at Blaine seriously. All Blaine could do was stare back, wondering what Kurt was going to say.
"I'm really looking forward to planning your birthday."
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows and stared back at him, "Um, but that's not until next March, and it's June, Kurt."
Kurt bit his lip and stared at Blaine in a way that made the shorter boy's stomach do back-flips. "I know."
Blaine loved this boy. Too much, probably. He couldn't believe that he'd only known Kurt for less than a year.
But then again, he also couldn't believe it had already been almost eight months. Time moved by way too fast when Kurt was around. Blaine knew that there was some thoughtful Einstein quote he was trying to remember that helped explain time and love, but Kurt was leaning into kiss him, so nothing really mattered right now, alright?
Okay.
Kurt leaned in to kiss him, only pulling back to be able to speak again. "I'm really glad we were friends first. Now I know what you act like when you're being really annoying and know that I'd still like you even at your worst moments. And even though I've liked you since the very beginning, you've still seen me when I was extremely awkward."
Blaine interrupted, "But you're still awkward..."
Kurt glared playfully, continuing to believe he never heard him say that. "Okay, and I just wanted to tell you while we're out here that I feel like we can last even longer than your birthday next year. Because I still really like you every single day that I'm with you, and I know right now that I'd rather be here with you than like shopping in Paris for my birthday."
"...You're kidding, right? Think about what you just said."
Kurt laughed and pulled Blaine back inside, "Okay, well, you're probably right, I'd kill to be in Paris or just anywhere that isn't Ohio, but right now..." He turned around and kissed Blaine on the cheek, "I'd rather be right here. With you."
And I'm the lame one? Okay, Kurt...
They headed back down the stairs only to see Jeff, Nick, Wes, and two other Warblers sitting on the couches.
Wes yawned, excusing himself as he did, "Oh, wowzers, it's way super late, gentlemen. I think I'll be taking my leave now."
As Wes went over to hug Kurt goodbye, Blaine noticed Jeff and Nick scooting closer to each other on the couch to make fun of Wes.
"Jinkies, Jeff! It's way passed Wes' bedtime!"
Jeff laughed quietly, his hip bumping against Nick's as he scooted closer to talk quietly so Wes wouldn't here, "Zoinks, Scoob! He's not gonna make it home before 12!"
Nick shoved him lightly, playfully ruining the joking. "Fuck you! I'm not Scooby, I'm Velma!"
Jeff laughed and shoved him back, "Well, whatever, dude, I'm Shaggy. He's the coolest."
Nick smirked and nudged him away, "Yeah, 'cause you're a freaking stoner like Shaggy."
Jeff just rolled his eyes and flipped his bangs out of his face.
...Off on the side stood a smirking Blaine Anderson, rubbing his chin for dramatic effect.
Operation: Kurt Best Birthday might have only had half-success, but Mission Niff (Nick/Jeff) was still an option. Kurt could help Blaine pull it off, too.
It was just a thought--A mission worthy of the entire summer vacation.
And now that Kurt had already decided that Blaine was going to be his boyfriend at least until March, he could spend that much time convincing Kurt to help him hook Jeff and Nick up.
I mean, they were going to need something to keep them close, because obviously there was no way Blaine could see Kurt every day what with Dalton's crazy amount of homework.
I'm going to have to start making-out with myself.
If only Blaine could go to McKinley. That would be a pretty neat thing.
Too bad this was reality and things like that didn't happen.
But back to Mission Niff.
What was more important than guiding two love birds into the same nest?
Nothing, that's what.
Because at the bottom of everything, there is love.
Love which is almost as delightful as surprise birthday blow-jobs.
Almost.
----
Kurt was able to sleep over Blaine's after Blaine had convinced Burt that the two boys would perform a duet for him and Carole the next day in order to show Burt that they had not spent the night doing "Things that Kurt should not be doing until he's 30."
"Blaine! Why'd you tell my dad we'd sing to him and Carole in the morning? We've got nothing rehearsed!"
Blaine smirked as he pulled Kurt into his room, locking the door behind them. "What? 'Candles' worked out just fine, don't you remember? And we barely practiced that. It'll be absolutely fine. Now, take your shirt off."
"Why?"
"Birthday sex."
THE END.
----
I apologize for this almost as much as I apologize for learning to spell words like "apologize" and "realize" with z's instead of s's.
HAPPY (belated?) BIRTHDAY, star55! (LJ was being dumb yesterday and wouldn't let me post it sooner. :/)
This wasn't as Kurt/Nick filled as I had planned, so therefore, I'll just possibly add in more to GR.
And for anyone following GRot21C, I'll try to have the next two chapters up asap! I just had to write this birfday fic, and then RL got in the way. My apologies. D:
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Warnings: strong language, fluff(?), implied Jeff/Nick (according to Blaine), and a birthday!blow-job.
Word Count: 4,572
Summary: Kurt has never had a good birthday. Even though he's been out of Dalton for almost two months now and it's summer vacation, Blaine and the Warblers are determined to throw him a party that he'll never forget.
A/N: Written for the lovely star55 for her birthday! My apologies in advance for any crack that snuck in.
All grammar mistakes are of my own doing since this is un-betad, but I would just like to give teaboytoaliens credit for giving me Kurt's party outfit/some advice for working out bits of the story.
Title is a song by Bright Eyes. And just as another side note, I've decided that Kurt's birthday is June 24th, because he seems like a Cancer *shrug*. Anyway, here is birthday fic:
Kurt hates his birthdays. At the age of almost 17, he still doesn't remember a good birthday. He just remembers crying the year after his mom died, clutching a red balloon with his left hand as his dad made him cut the cake.
Or for every other time, he just dreads the weeks leading up to his birthday all together.
Last year was the first year since third grade that someone outside of his family had bothered to get him a birthday present. Mercedes had taken him shopping and out to dinner, but still Kurt didn't believe that the whole day could go well. And it didn't.
He was teased at the mall, and then the next day someone(s) had egged his house. The fact that bullies probably didn't even know it was his birthday and weren't purposely giving him special treatment frustrated him.
There was no "Happy Birthday, Lady Boy" written in spray paint on the driveway or anything.
The nerve.
But really, none of those years mattered anymore. Kurt had friends now or at least a couple, anyway. He had Blaine.
Was Blaine going to forget his birthday, too?
Kurt didn't know.
He'd only mentioned his birthday once before when they were discussing their horoscopes, Blaine was a Pisces and Kurt was a Cancer, but he didn't expect Blaine to remember.
Was that something boyfriends were supposed to remember? Would Blaine get him anything?
No. Don't expect anything, please. Just hope that you get to see him that day, and everything should be okay.
Stop hoping for anything good. Maybe you don't deserve to be happy on June 24th. It's just a random day out of the year, anyway, right? Let it pass on by.
~*~
Even though Kurt had been out of Dalton for almost two months, the Warblers still respected Kurt's talent. He was their lead-soloist's boyfriend now, after all.
And maybe just a few of them had discovered they had crushes on him after he left.
No biggie.
"Blackbird" would melt a stone-cold heart.
The brightness of Kurt Hummel's eyes could create babies out of thin air.
You know, magical things.
Blaine knew Kurt was magical, so he intended to make Kurt's 17th birthday the best one yet.
KURT'S DAY:
-Hire magician
-Get balloons
-Buy ice cream cake Bake a vanilla cake GET ICE CREAM CAKE.
-Get nice shirt to be dapperly sexy in (blue? black? green?)
Blaine had called Carole on May 23rd to start plotting for Kurt's birthday as early as possible. He had a feeling that Kurt never had a great birthday bash before, so he felt lucky to be in the position to throw him one finally.
It was the least he could do for his boyfriend who had such nice lips and and and... Think party mode, Blaine. You're in class right now. No time to do undapper things to yourself.
Blaine whispered over to Jeff who was in his Biology class at the time.
"Hey, can you tell Nick not to shave until after June 24th? It would be a big favor to Kurt."
Jeff's eyes widened and his hands fell down to his sides in a swift manner to silently represent "What the hell, dude?"
Blaine smiled innocently and leaned over to explain quietly, "Well, Kurt and I were talking about it a few weeks ago, and he said that Nick was undoubtedly the sexiest Warbler boy, and Kurt likes rugged and manly guys. Sooo, if you could tell your boyfriend not to shave for like one more month, then that would be spiffy, Jeff!"
Jeff continued looking at him like he was insane. He leaned towards Blaine, "Blaine! I'm not seeing Nick! And why don't you tell him not to shave?"
Blaine chuckled lightly.
Jeff and Nick were so together. How could they not be? Blaine thought it was preposterous to think otherwise.
He just winked at Jeff and continued taking his notes happily.
What Blaine Anderson wanted, he got, especially when it came to Kurt's happiness.
Kurt Hummel would be happy on his 17th birthday or else.
Or. else.
~*~
"Today's just another day," Kurt said to himself quietly, staring into his mirror reflection.
Okay, so maybe all his other birthdays weren't so bad; he was sure that some kids had it way worse than he did, but he couldn't help but be irrationally sad on his birthdays. He wanted to cry and to stay in bed all day, to throw himself a pity party. Just because he could.
But Blaine had told him earlier that Kurt was to be over Blaine's house in an hour.
Stupid Blaine.
Didn't he know that Kurt just wanted to die today? How inconsiderate.
Around 3:30PM, Kurt borrowed his dad's truck and drove the thirty minutes over to Blaine's house.
It was a warm summer day. He guessed that was a good start.
~*~
Blaine lived in a pretty nice neighborhood. Surprisingly though, he didn't live in a ginormous mansion like Kurt had once thought. Blaine's parents had money, but they weren't as rich as some of the other Dalton Academy families.
However, the Anderson's did have a cleaning lady that Kurt found out about one day in a rather humiliating manner.
Blaine had been on top of him, starting to grind into him during one of their many heated make-out sessions.
It was the first time Kurt was willing to go further, like he needed Blaine Anderson in him NOW or else, but then suddenly the door to Blaine's room was opened by a short woman with hair tied back in a ponytail, and Kurt had screamed.
The door was quickly shut, followed by Blaine's immediate laughter, but Kurt had forced Blaine off of him and stared at the door in horror for a minute longer.
Blaine hadn't told him that the Anderson's had a cleaning lady.
"That's Mindy," Blaine had said at the closed door, grinning back at Kurt.
Kurt had never been so scared in his life.
Okay, maybe he had, but no. He hated being caught doing anything sexual almost as much as he hated having his boners killed by cleaning ladies.
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So, now whenever Kurt went to Blaine's house, he checked to see if a white 2005 Ford Focus was parked on the Anderon's driveway. If it was, Kurt would politely tell Blaine to come outside, and they'd go have coffee someplace until Kurt was sure Mindy wouldn't be there anymore. He would definitely never meet face to face with her ever again. Too embarrassing.
But luckily on June 24th no such car was on the driveway of Blaine's house, not even Blaine's parent's cars. Fuck yeah.
Kurt walked up to the front step and texted Blaine that he was there. Doorbells are so 2008.
Blaine must have been standing at the door the entire time, because not fifteen seconds after Kurt texted him was the door flinging open to reveal a suave, grinning man-hobbit. Kurt tilted his head at his boyfriend and smiled.
Does he know it's my birthday?
Blaine closed the door quickly behind him, then grabbed Kurt's hand to drag him up the stairs in silence.
Maybe he does...
Kurt was quite alright with the suspiciously quiet Blaine, but he especially liked getting propped against Blaine's closed bedroom door and having his neck kissed and sucked on.
When Blaine led him over to the bed to get on top of him, Kurt quickly wanted one thing to happen before continuing:
"Wait, close the door." No cleaning ladies to ruin my boners, kthx.
Blaine complied and then quickly found his way back to the bed to lay on his side, facing his boyfriend.
They kissed for a few minutes, Kurt wanting to at least say hello, but Blaine kept him from making any verbal communication.
There were only certain syllables that Kurt would be allowed to mutter in the next twenty-six minutes.
That was exactly the amount of time they had before Blaine's other plans fell into place.
If there was one thing Blaine knew about Wes, he was punctual as fuck. There would be no way that a doorbell would be ringing at anytime other than 4:45PM exactly.
Therefore, he had to be quick.
Or rather, Kurt did.
Blaine rested his hand on Kurt's hip as they made-out, slowly letting it drift to Kurt's crotch as their kissing became more intense.
They'd already had sex a few times, but Kurt still required a large amount of foreplay before anything ever happened. Blaine didn't mind, however, since he enjoyed the idea that only he could get to hear the small whimpers and moans Kurt made and only he could make Kurt come.
He really liked knowing that.
Blaine moaned softly into the kiss as Kurt pressed himself further into Blaine's palm, wanting as much contact with Blaine's hand as he could get.
He could feel Kurt getting hard from the friction, and Blaine couldn't help but be so happy that Kurt was getting his first birthday blow-job so turned on.
He broke his mouth away from Kurt's to speak quietly, not wanting to break either of them out of their lusty haze.
"I want to suck you off, can I?"
Kurt moaned softly as he watched his boyfriend bite his lower-lip, staring at him with large, dark eyes. So cool.
Kurt just nodded, still feeling too uncomfortable to say "yes" or "fuck, please, suck me, ohmygooddd."
Even though Blaine encouraged dirty talk in the bedroom, it would still take Kurt until the end of the summer at the very least to be able to willingly play along.
But Blaine knew better. He knew his boyfriend was a freak in the bed.
He just was.
Or he had to be, anyway. There was no way in hell that someone as good-looking as Kurt wasn't.
It would be a waste of attractiveness and that in itself would be a terrible crime.
Kurt would come around or Blaine would just have to lightly push him to it.
Baby steps.
"Tell me what you want me to do, Kurt, pretty please..."
Blaine was kneeling between Kurt's legs, staring up at his nervous yet highly aroused boyfriend who was leaning against the headboard of Blaine's bed.
Kurt sighed shakily as Blaine rubbed his inner thigh.
"Blaine, please..."
"Please what, Kurt? Braid your hair? Make muffins? Suck your hard cock in my mouth willingly?"
"T-The third one."
Blaine tried to sound as seductively as he could, pressing his lips to Kurt's thigh and sucking down slowly.
"Which was that? I have a terrible memory, you see..."
I'm going to fucking kill you, Anderson.
"Suck my cock in your mouth, Blaine. And please, don't make me say it again..."
It's my fucking birthday, goddamnit. You don't even know it's my birthday, and you're still teasing me.
Just suck my dick or I'll kill you terribly.
Blaine laughed against Kurt's thigh, but didn't take much time in between pumping his boyfriend's dick and wrapping his mouth around him, not needing to get Kurt any harder before continuing to suck and hallow his cheeks.
Kurt's inner protests quickly hushed but now commanded his fingers to tighten their grip in Blaine's curly hair.
At least you didn't gel it today... Fuck, I looove you...
After Kurt came, Blaine spent a few moments cleaning him off, making sure his mouth didn't miss anything. He looked up at his boyfriend, licking his lips as he started to smirk, not being able to hide his forming grin any longer.
"Happy birthday, Kurt."
Kurt's eyes just widened, his eyebrows furrowing lightly in his post-orgasm haze.
"You thought I forgot, didn't you?" Blaine laughed.
Kurt just pushed Blaine away from him, grabbing his pants and putting them back on as Blaine continued grinning. "Yes, I thought you did. How come you didn't say it when I walked in then?"
Kurt was pissed. Blaine was highly amused. "Because I wanted it to be a surprise! A birthday surprise."
"What's the surprise? You knowing it's my birthday?"
Blaine chuckled lightly, "Well, yeah, I guess. But hey!" He looked at his phone and smiled, watching the clock on his phone turn to 4:45.
The doorbell rang.
Excellent.
Kurt fumbled off the bed, rubbing his hands on his shirt, trying in a hurry to make his clothes look unwrinkled.
Blaine laughed, "Relax, it's just the guys."
"What?" Kurt froze for a moment looking horrified.
Blaine laughed louder, going over to the door as he tried to make his hair look less messy. "Yeah, they're here for your party. But! You have a few minutes to make yourself look even more pretty, since I know you'd kill me if I made you go out there with your 'just came' face on."
Kurt just continued staring hard at Blaine, not sure whether to be pleased, pissed, or confused. Possibly all three.
Blaine started walking down the stairs towards the front door, calling back to Kurt, "Your party outfit's in the bathroom. Carole washed it and brought it over the other day in case you were wondering the who, what, when, where, and why's of the situation. We've been planning this for a while. Try to hurry! We've got loads to do tonight!"
Did Blaine tell Carole that he was planning on blowing him on his birthday, too?
Kurt hoped that wasn't true.
But knowing Blaine's unhealthy devotion to honesty, he'd rather never know the details of their conversation. Oh, god.
~*~
Blaine soon had all the Warblers stationed in his kitchen huddled around the long table. He estimated that they had ten minutes before Kurt came down the stairs to glare at all of them for trying to pull together a surprise party.
"So, why isn't Kurt down here? It's his party," A junior member of the Warblers asked.
"It's his birthday, Davis, he can come down when he wants," Wes declared while rolling his eyes.
Blaine clasped his hands together, "Alright, guys! So, I just wanted to say thank you so much for coming here over the summer. I know we weren't scheduled to start our meetings for next year's glee club until school started, so I thank you all now for coming. Kurt's still one of us even though he's gone back to McKinley, and I've heard he's had some pretty sucky birthdays before, so we have to make this one amazing!"
Blaine could see Jeff and Nick poking each other back by the kitchen counter and smiled. They were so in love.
"And thank you Nick for looking very scruffalicious for this day; I thank your boyfriend as well for passing the message along."
Jeff stopped poking Nick to blush and to shake his head at Blaine while Nick continued poking him and smirking.
So together.
They all waited for Kurt to come down the stairs, David hooking up his iPod to Blaine's surround sound system in the basement.
Some of the other Warblers had brought plastic plates and cups, while Wes had unnecessarily brought the utensils for the pizza that Blaine had ordered before Kurt had arrived at his house.
"Warblers! Use your silverware! What are we? SAVAGES?!"
When Kurt came down the basement stairs, Blaine quickly went over to his boyfriend to claim him.
I see the intrigue in your eyes, Nick Whatever-Your-Last-Name-Is. Stay away from my man.
But who could resist Kurt in a light blue and gray checkered blazer?
No one.
It might have been a little warm out to be wearing long sleeves, but the material looked thin enough to not be too constricting, and Blaine's basement was relatively cool.
However, even with one of his favorite outfits on, Kurt felt like something wrong was going to happen. It was strange having all the Warblers here just for him.
"I don't want to make this all about me, Blaine. And these aren't even all my friends, these are the Warblers." Kurt whispered as Blaine guided him over to the snack table that two of the Warblers had set up.
"I heard that, Kurt," Wes said while sipping Hawaiian Punch out of a red plastic cup. Even in god awful khaki shorts and a dark button-up top, Kurt still thought the guy looked sophisticated enough to run the country.
"But here, this will hopefully help you remember better times."
Wes paused for a moment to set his drink down, and then went over to his jacket to pull out a pink rhinestone gavel that was wrapped up in a bright red bow.
Kurt stood closer to Blaine, afraid Wes was going to hit him with it as he walked over to the couple with the largest grin that Kurt had ever seen on the ex-senior council member's face.
He cannot be serious.
As Kurt took the gavel in his hands and thanked Wes, Thad raised his glass and the rest of the Warblers joined in simultaneously, making Kurt blush a light shade of red.
"Once a Warbler, always a Warbler!"
They simply cannot be serious.
Blaine stood off to the side to stifle his laughing, and soon David's party playlist blew through the speakers in Blaine's basement, starting with the Beastie Boys' "(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party)."
Kurt was terrified. He would have rather been singing "Hey, Soul Sister" right now.
Wes banging his head was a scary thing, and they weren't even drunk.
What the fuck was in that punch?
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After David won the dance competition (a defeated Jeff stood annoyed over by the snack table for a good hour), some of the Warblers had to leave since curfew was at eleven and it was already 10:30PM.
Blaine called everybody that was left over to the couches in the corner of the basement where Jeff was instructed to play his acoustic guitar until the end of the night. Kurt sat next to Wes who had asked Kurt earlier in the night if he could just hold onto the gavel until he had to leave (for tradition's sake.)
As Nick came over to the group, Blaine remembered he had not finished making Kurt's 17th birthday the best birthday ever. Blaine stared hard at Nick until the older boy noticed him staring and then motioned him to take a seat next to Kurt. Nick complied a little confusedly.
Jeff watched as his boyfriend Nick sat next to the birthday boy, smiling and asking Kurt if he wanted anything else to drink.
Kurt just smiled politely and shook his head, trying to pay attention to the song Jeff was playing on guitar instead of focusing all of his attention to the now-scruffy brunette sitting next to him.
Kurt is NOT swooned, Nick. Ya fucking gotta swoon! Your mighty scruff alone will not do!
The blond boy strumming the guitar furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed Blaine glaring at Nick until he finally leaned in closer to Kurt, asking him how his birthday was going.
No doubt, Kurt thought Nick was sexy and that sitting this close to him was doing a little more than just add to his body warmth, but wasn't Blaine supposed to be wooing him on his birthday? Not sexy Warbler boy?
"Blaine, can I talk to you for a minute?" Kurt asked, standing up to awkwardly get a way from Nick.
Jeff found himself strangely at ease when Kurt left Nick's side.
Blaine followed Kurt upstairs to the Anderon's kitchen, and then Kurt asked if they could go out onto his deck to talk.
Blaine didn't like where this was going.
The shorter boy leaned himself against the brick of his cement deck and then opened his arms out to rest his hands on the ledge.
Kurt smiled and stood next to him, staring out at the starry summer sky.
They were silent for a moment, Blaine not sure if Kurt was going to yell at him for throwing a bad party or break-up with him for being the lamest boyfriend ever.
Kurt continued looking at the sky but smiled when he felt his hand find Blaine's warmer, nervous one. He rubbed his thumb over Blaine's knuckles and then looked at him with bright eyes that had reflected the light from the kitchen.
"You didn't have to throw me a surprise party, Blaine, but thank you."
Blaine smiled and leaned in closer to him, placing his other hand on top of Kurt's. It was quiet outside, besides the regular chirping of crickets from neighboring backyards.
"I wanted you to have a good birthday. I'm sorry it was dumb, I thought the dance competition was going to be...cooler."
He ducked his hand under Kurt's but continued rubbing their hands together gently.
Kurt laughed and tilted Blaine's chin up with his free hand. He felt himself melt when Blaine smiled, and it was in that moment that he realized it wasn't just this one day that he wanted to celebrate his own birth--It was every day.
He wanted to be with Blaine everyday and somehow he knew the night would always end up alright if he did. As long as Blaine was alright, too.
"You know what made this a great birthday?"
"Hm?"
"I have you now. You make everyday good for me."
Blaine grinned, shaking his head as he laid it against Kurt's shoulder. Kurt smiled and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, loving the feeling of Blaine's body warming his own even though it was easily warm out for a summer night.
He tilted his head towards Blaine's to whisper, "And birthday blow-jobs should definitely become a tradition."
They held each other there for a few minutes, not in a hurry to go inside to hear Wes sing yet another Shania Twain song on karaoke.
Blaine held the door open for Kurt as they started to walk back in, but Kurt turned around quickly only to accidentally bump into the shorter boy.
He laughed and took a step back, but then leaned in again to put his hands on Blaine's sides.
"Wait, just hold on. I want you to know something before we go back down there."
Blaine held the door back open for both of them to go outside again for a moment. Kurt smiled and kept a foot between them to give himself room to think. Blaine's smile sometimes made him say crazy things, and he wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to be swooned into a pile of nothingness before he said what he had wanted to say.
Kurt smiled and bit his lip before staring at Blaine seriously. All Blaine could do was stare back, wondering what Kurt was going to say.
"I'm really looking forward to planning your birthday."
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows and stared back at him, "Um, but that's not until next March, and it's June, Kurt."
Kurt bit his lip and stared at Blaine in a way that made the shorter boy's stomach do back-flips. "I know."
Blaine loved this boy. Too much, probably. He couldn't believe that he'd only known Kurt for less than a year.
But then again, he also couldn't believe it had already been almost eight months. Time moved by way too fast when Kurt was around. Blaine knew that there was some thoughtful Einstein quote he was trying to remember that helped explain time and love, but Kurt was leaning into kiss him, so nothing really mattered right now, alright?
Okay.
Kurt leaned in to kiss him, only pulling back to be able to speak again. "I'm really glad we were friends first. Now I know what you act like when you're being really annoying and know that I'd still like you even at your worst moments. And even though I've liked you since the very beginning, you've still seen me when I was extremely awkward."
Blaine interrupted, "But you're still awkward..."
Kurt glared playfully, continuing to believe he never heard him say that. "Okay, and I just wanted to tell you while we're out here that I feel like we can last even longer than your birthday next year. Because I still really like you every single day that I'm with you, and I know right now that I'd rather be here with you than like shopping in Paris for my birthday."
"...You're kidding, right? Think about what you just said."
Kurt laughed and pulled Blaine back inside, "Okay, well, you're probably right, I'd kill to be in Paris or just anywhere that isn't Ohio, but right now..." He turned around and kissed Blaine on the cheek, "I'd rather be right here. With you."
And I'm the lame one? Okay, Kurt...
They headed back down the stairs only to see Jeff, Nick, Wes, and two other Warblers sitting on the couches.
Wes yawned, excusing himself as he did, "Oh, wowzers, it's way super late, gentlemen. I think I'll be taking my leave now."
As Wes went over to hug Kurt goodbye, Blaine noticed Jeff and Nick scooting closer to each other on the couch to make fun of Wes.
"Jinkies, Jeff! It's way passed Wes' bedtime!"
Jeff laughed quietly, his hip bumping against Nick's as he scooted closer to talk quietly so Wes wouldn't here, "Zoinks, Scoob! He's not gonna make it home before 12!"
Nick shoved him lightly, playfully ruining the joking. "Fuck you! I'm not Scooby, I'm Velma!"
Jeff laughed and shoved him back, "Well, whatever, dude, I'm Shaggy. He's the coolest."
Nick smirked and nudged him away, "Yeah, 'cause you're a freaking stoner like Shaggy."
Jeff just rolled his eyes and flipped his bangs out of his face.
...Off on the side stood a smirking Blaine Anderson, rubbing his chin for dramatic effect.
Operation: Kurt Best Birthday might have only had half-success, but Mission Niff (Nick/Jeff) was still an option. Kurt could help Blaine pull it off, too.
It was just a thought--A mission worthy of the entire summer vacation.
And now that Kurt had already decided that Blaine was going to be his boyfriend at least until March, he could spend that much time convincing Kurt to help him hook Jeff and Nick up.
I mean, they were going to need something to keep them close, because obviously there was no way Blaine could see Kurt every day what with Dalton's crazy amount of homework.
I'm going to have to start making-out with myself.
If only Blaine could go to McKinley. That would be a pretty neat thing.
Too bad this was reality and things like that didn't happen.
But back to Mission Niff.
What was more important than guiding two love birds into the same nest?
Nothing, that's what.
Because at the bottom of everything, there is love.
Love which is almost as delightful as surprise birthday blow-jobs.
Almost.
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Kurt was able to sleep over Blaine's after Blaine had convinced Burt that the two boys would perform a duet for him and Carole the next day in order to show Burt that they had not spent the night doing "Things that Kurt should not be doing until he's 30."
"Blaine! Why'd you tell my dad we'd sing to him and Carole in the morning? We've got nothing rehearsed!"
Blaine smirked as he pulled Kurt into his room, locking the door behind them. "What? 'Candles' worked out just fine, don't you remember? And we barely practiced that. It'll be absolutely fine. Now, take your shirt off."
"Why?"
"Birthday sex."
THE END.
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I apologize for this almost as much as I apologize for learning to spell words like "apologize" and "realize" with z's instead of s's.
HAPPY (belated?) BIRTHDAY, star55! (LJ was being dumb yesterday and wouldn't let me post it sooner. :/)
This wasn't as Kurt/Nick filled as I had planned, so therefore, I'll just possibly add in more to GR.
And for anyone following GRot21C, I'll try to have the next two chapters up asap! I just had to write this birfday fic, and then RL got in the way. My apologies. D: