"Kurt, come here, stand up" Kurt scrambled from his chair, in his haste to get up he caught his leg on the edge of the table, stumbling forward slightly. Blaine caught him around the waist, holding him close. Kurt's heart beat faster as Blaine's hand moved so it was resting lightly on his hip, this was it, it was really happening.

Kurt let out a slight breath, he looked up into those hazel eyes, his eyes were darting from those to Blaine's soft pink lips. He really didn't know what to do now, he knew what he wanted to do, but should he do it? That decision was taken right out of his hands as Blaine leaned forward, so much so, that his lips were mere millimetres away from Kurt's. Screw it.

Kurt moved the final distance, sealing his lips to Blaine's, all those cheesy movies say that you would see fireworks in the sky when you kiss the person you are supposed to be with. Well, this is Lima, Ohio, so no fireworks were going off on a Monday night, but, he definitely felt electricity in their kiss, it felt, right, so right. Moving their lips rhythmically against each other, tongues staying firmly in their mouths for the moment, this was a first kiss, not some sleezy hook up. Kurt pulled back first, resting his forehead against Blaine's.

"Wow, just wow, you really know how to kiss for a chef"

Blaine pinched him playfully in the side. Laughing slightly at Kurt's joke.

"You're not too back yourself, for a florist, that is"

Kurt felt like he was flying, this, right here felt right, to have Blaine in his arms like this, he would be quite happy not to move from here, well, ever. But, unfortunately in the back of his mind he knew that he would need to get up early in the morning, what with a delivery coming in first thing, and three funerals to prepare for.

"As much as I would love this to continue, I need to get going, I have to get up ridiculously early in the morning, and I am no good if I don't at least get my beauty sleep"

Blaine pouted adorably at the thought of Kurt leaving, but loosened the grip on his waist anyway. Leaning over he placed a last tentative kiss on Kurt's lips.

"In my opinion, no amount of sleep could make you any more beautiful than you already are"

Kurt couldn't help but burst out laughing at this, making Blaine pout some more.

"I'm sorry, Blaine, but that was cheesy, like cheese toastie cheesy"

"But you like that right?"

"I think I could love it"

With that, Kurt turned and made his way over to the door, leaving a stunned Blaine in his wake.

"Catch you tomorrow, Blaine"

When he was out of sight of the restaurant, and firmly secured in his apartment, he allowed himself to do a little celebratory dance, he had kissed Blaine Anderson, chef/restaurant owner Blaine Anderson, on the lips, he had actually kissed him! Kurt threw himself down dramatically on his bed, throwing his shoes off as he went. He couldn't be bothered to change tonight, so instead, fell asleep fully clothed with thoughts of kissing Blaine some more lodged in his mind.

"I wanna hold your hand, I wanna hold your hand...."

"Wow, someone's happy this morning? Did you finally get that white ass laid?"

Kurt could take Santana's comments this morning, he was on cloud nine, so instead of getting annoyed with her and giving her a snappy retort, he simply smiled at her, and returned to his work. Even the fact he was making a giant 'Grandfather' in flowers couldn't dampen in spirits this morning.

"Wow, Lady Hummel actually got laid, and with the hobbit? Nice! Quick work there!"

"For your information Santana, I did not 'get my white ass laid' as you so lovingly put it, I am just happy, can't a guy be happy without it being about getting laid?"

Santana snorted at that, she knew him too well to know that this was something to do with the Hobbit, and she would get it out of him, for now, she was too hungover and too tired to actually think too much about her friends' sex life.

"Hi there guys, my name is Kurt, I own the shop, is there anything I can help you with today?"

Kurt had just greeted a small family, what looked like a mother and her two sons, the sons towering way above their mother, who was a middle aged woman, with a plump figure, but a kind face and eyes. Her sons, who looked like twins, were tall, lanky and full of acne. They looked like they would rather be anywhere but here right now.

"Um, yes, Hi, my name is Vanessa, and these are my sons, Bobby and Freddy, um, my husband passed away last week, and we want to look at arranging some funeral flowers for him"

Kurt looked at her with sympathetic eyes, he had taught himself not to get too emotionally involved as he would cry all day every day if he didn't, but it was always difficult to see someone who had lost a husband or a wife, especially when there were kids involved, even if these kids were older, no one likes losing a parent, he would know, after all.

"I'm very sorry for your loss, Vanessa, why don't you take a seat, can I grab you a coffee or water or something?"

"I'm fine, thank you, Kurt."

"Okay, well, this is our funeral flower book, take a look through it, and maybe pick out some of the ones you like, I can always change them around a little bit, but at least it gives you some idea"

He watched as the three of them went meticulously through the book, it was horrible to see such sorrow in their faces and eyes, but it was his job, and this was a daily occurrence, and as harsh as it sounded, this was what brought the money in. After about 10 minutes, Vanessa called him over again.

"This one would be perfect Kurt, but could we possibly have some brighter colours? He loved his flowers in the garden, and would love to have some colour at the funeral." She was pointing towards a double ended flower arrangement, adorned with lilies, white carnations and white roses, with greenery to fill in the gaps.

"Not a problem, Vanessa, let me take some details, and also get you to fill out a card to be put on the top of it, and then we'll be good to go"

"Thank you, Kurt"

He took all the relevant details, including the time of the service, where it was being held, and exactly what she wanted in the display. He left her to write the card whilst he went and rang her credit card through the till. When he returned it was to her wiping her face with a tissue. He laid his hand gently on top of hers, hoping to give her some comfort, without overstepping, She smiled softly up at him before standing up going to leave.

"You know, Kurt, Alan was the love of my life, he gave me two wonderful sons, and I would never regret a day I got to spend with him, if you've found that special person, make sure you hold onto them, you never know when they'll get taken from you"

He watched as she exited his shop, her words heavy in the air around him. People had said these types of things to him before, but they had never had quite as much meaning as they did right now. He could see Blaine, he could see himself writing a similar card for Blaine, and that made his heart hurt, was he really feeling this deeply for someone so quickly? That thought terrified and excited him in equal measure.

Going back to the table, he lifted the card up she had written, normally he didn't read the messages, but today he felt a strange pull to read it, and when he did, it made tears stream down his face like never before, maybe he was feeling things too early for Blaine, but crying like this? These feelings could never be called false.

Alan, Words can never express what I feel right now without you.

You were everything. My soulmate, my best friend.

Thank you for giving me the best present you could ever have done, two sons,

they remind me so much of you, and as long as they are here, you will still be here.

Sleep tight, my love, and I will see you soon.