Can you write something in honor of Kurt's birthday? I celebrated and had a little party when it hit 12! (None of my friends ended up coming tho :/ )
Happy Birthday to my favourite scrunkly man 💙✌️
Kurt Kunkle x reader
You smiled as you traced your hand softly up and down your boyfriends cheek, leaning up on your elbow as you waited for him to wake up.
This would be Kurts first birthday with you, and you really wanted to make it special. Kurt deserved to feel special, today of all days. You knew that’s something he wanted.
You also knew his parents probably wouldn’t do much on the day. So apart from visiting his mom like she’d called about last night until Kurt promised he was coming, a little sulkily over the phone, to pick up a present, you’d have the whole day with him. You knew she’d gotten him one thing at least. Nothing big, but you were glad she at least seemed to remember it was her sons birthday. You thought even Kris might drop something off, since Kurt said he was doing okay at the moment, with his career and stuff. Mostly, Kurt just wanted to spend the day with you. You were so glad he felt brave enough to just tell you that straight out. Of course, it was what you wanted too!
As Kurt dozed, looking so peaceful and cute like he always did when he was asleep, you couldn’t help but lean forward and start kissing the side of his face. Very lightly, although apparently it was too gentle, because suddenly you had a hand clumsily slapping your face, and Kurt was waking up with a startle.
“Ow.” You simply stated. And Kurt, who now realised there weren’t spiders all over him, and saw you holding your nose, apologised with his raspy morning voice. Eyes closing again, but leaning up slightly to kiss your face better, poorly aimed, but still hitting. He fell back onto his pillow, but his arm reached out for you, wrapping around your waist and pulling you in closer for a cuddle. Since the blankets had been tussled down and he was shirtless, he could do with your warmth too, as his other arm rubbed blearily at his face.
“Kurrrrt?” You sang, not laying down on his chest like he was probably holding you for, instead kissing more at his cheek, properly now he was awake.
“Hmm?” Kurt responded, blinking open his eyes before smacking his lips. Managing to angle his cheek and lean in to your kisses, but still having trouble getting his eyes to stay open.
“Happy Birthday sweetheart!”
Now Kurt could open them. Rolling onto his side to face you, his hand still on your waist, rubbing it. Slowly his face began to crack into a smile. “Aw... thanks baby. You ‘membered?” He asked tiredly, his hand reaching up to caress at your face now, as yours played at the top of his chest.
“Course I did! And how old are you turning today?”
Kurt started to look downtrodden. His smile falling right as his eyes did from your own. His hands gently tugging at the loose strings on your hair while he fiddled. “You don’t know?”
Not very good of you. You shouldn’t be rhetorical and try and confuse Kurt with social cues, today of all days (even though you weren’t actually trying). Especially when he was still so sleepy. You at least wanted him to have one birthday without disappointment.
“Of course I do silly!” You said astonished, cupping both his cheeks in a good hold in your hands, feeling his cheeks raise with a smile before you pulled him in for a quick peck. “I just need you to help keep count, so I can give you a kiss for every year.”
You started plastering him with kisses. At first all over his face, but moving over his neck, his shoulders, his chest. As you grabbed his hands, you started lacing them up his arms too. Kurt was giggling as soon as you began. His voice rasping out the first few giggles nearly silently, until he started to wake up more from the constant affection, and was properly giggling in your hold now. Turning closer to you and grabbing the back of your shirt, he laughed more because you were tickling him with your kisses. Scrunching his face and body up, but fighting himself from leaning away from your onslaught of kisses. He was super ticklish, very sensitive. Which you loved about him.
You pulled back with one loud smack to the butt of his chin, as your eyes shone. “In fact. I think today I should just kiss you all over, every inch. You know, as a birthday treat.” You ‘proposed’, although you knew it wouldn’t take any convincing.
Kurt wriggled even closer to you, if he could, your arms squished into his warm chest as he nodded eagerly, mouth hanging open and eyes droopy, but wild with love, as he looked to your lips, fanatic at this idea. “I- I think you should kiss me for every day how- every day old I am!”
“Awesome idea.” You enthused back, squishing lots of kisses directly on his nose, that Kurt only head butted you for more of. “I promise to kiss you all over, until your legs die.” You swore, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder, while Kurt was currently butting his head into your shoulder like a cat. “Then, when we need to get ‘em working again, we can get up and I can show you the presents I got you!”
Kurt lifts his head up now, eyes winking from being all crinkled, as he smiles sweetly up at you. “Really?”
“Mmhm!” You’re getting excited, ready to tell him all about your agenda, and seeing him glow under the knowledge of the love and effort you’ve put in, just to celebrate Kurt. “We have a lot planned for today!”
Kurt’s smile dimmed a little. It was still there, but the way Kurt slowly moved up, how his hand cupped your cheek, while the other settled on your own, the way his deep brown eyes were peering into yours, he was being more serious now. Kurt’s hand shook your cheek a little, and he moved his face in closer, his heart beating steadily under his chest. “I love you. So much.”
And Kurt meant it. Every single ounce. He loves you more than anything, and anyone, in this whole world. He felt it in his heart, his throat, his stomach, under his skin, even his mind, it was the only thing Kurt was sure of. He was so lucky to have you, and he couldn’t believe you loved him, that you’d want to do all this, for him. Just to make him feel... special. Feel loved.
“I love you too.” You promised. Just as faithful an oath as Kurt had made. And you smiled as Kurt leaned forward, and gave you a proper kiss finally. You laughed at the way he was giggling into your mouth, your hands sunk into his lovely hair that you were going to wash for him, giving him a bath he could relax in later on. Kurt’s own arms were slung affectionately around your neck. His lips kissed against yours, taking you in as he lovingly but sweetly, kissed you with all the genuine heartfelt joy he was feeling right now. That you’d made him feel.
When he eventually pulled away, you let him be cheeky, as you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes, and only guffawed at him as he leaned forward to lick a stripe over the corner of your lips. Dabbing it away, but giving him an apology kiss when he playfully awed at you for it.
Kurt braced his hand on your knee, eyes lit up and that energy finally sinking into his body for today. “Bed later. Presents and breakfast now.”
Kurt definitely wanted to cuddle with you, and have you kiss him all over, and get lots of sweet birthday sex, but he was really excited at the prospect of presents. Also, a special breakfast.
“Done deal, birthday boy.” You placed your hand on top of his affirmatively, and you didn’t miss the way he got all excited whenever you mentioned that fact. “I actually have breakfast all planned out.” You stuck your tongue between your teeth excitedly, and you found yourself gasping between laughs as Kurt threw himself on top of your body. Nowhere to escape as your legs became numb, caught under Kurts hips from his sudden attack. And your cheeks hurt from smiling, as Kurt let his hands roam free to spread his love, and he kissed all over you. Very affectionately. with no rhyme, or precision, just lathering on his very energetic love now.
Until finally, minutes later, Kurt eventually calmed down a little. Probably at the prospect of remembering your plans, and he sat up, stroking your back with a pleased hum as he let you breathe.
After you were okay again, you grabbed his hand to help him out of bed, and started dragging him to the front room you’d already decorated last night for Kurt’s birthday, when he’d gone to your room a little earlier.
And for once, Kurt found himself actually excited for his day.
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