Blaine spent the entire day walking around the shop playing love songs on his guitar. Girls flocked around him, sending him gooey eyes and gave him their wishes for a song to play while the shop buzzed with people.

As it started to turn dark outside the stream of customers thinned out and Blaine was told that he could take the rest of the day off. He didn't need to get that message twice so he hurried out in the streets and home where he took a super fast shower before he headed towards Kurt's house.

"Hey Blaine. Don't you look fancy," Burt grinned as he opened the door.

"Uhm… yeah. Sort of. Could you send Kurt out? I mean… I'm taking him out. But he doesn't know -" Blaine explained awkwardly, uncertain how to put it out when he didn't want Burt to reveal anything to Kurt.

He agreed and disappeared, leaving Blaine on the doorstep with his nerves suddenly tying up in his throat. He wasn't sure what he was doing was a good idea, but he was determined to go through with it.

"Stardust - what's going on?" Kurt asked as he showed in the door. He was wearing something that mostly looked like a long dress with big patterns in bright blue nuances. He was barefooted and even though his hair was as perfectly groomed as always he looked like he had been sleeping.

"I'm sorry. Is this a bad time?" Blaine asked nervously, hoping badly that he would say no. This had not been a part of his plan. Fortunately Kurt shook his head, and looked at him curiously.

"Good. Please, go get dressed then. I wanna take you somewhere," Blaine smiled, and reminded himself that he was working from a plan.

It only took about ten minutes before Kurt was back wearing a pair of dangerously tight, blue jeans and his usual leather jacket. He jumped down the steps and stopped in front of Blaine with anticipation and confusion on his face.

"Where are we going? And where are your curls?" Kurt asked as they walked back towards town. He was staring curiously at Blaine with his nose wrinkled in a cute fashion.

"I had to get them off. Or my father would have gone crazy with me," Blaine merely answered and proceeded down the sidewalk.

Lima was dark and the stores were closed when they reached the centre of the town. It didn't matter because Blaine had a plan of where they were going. When they reached the record store he turned in the opposite direction of the one they usually took when they were headed for Blaine's house.

He stopped in front of a small diner and turned to Kurt.

"Here. Our first date. Our first real date. In public. I wanna take you on a real date, so… tonight we're eating here, and then I've got plans for us after," Blaine declared proudly and threw his arms out, happy that no one was outside the diner, but well aware that inside it was packed.

"Stardust, but… all these people. Are you sure? I mean… it's really lovely and - but there are so many people," Kurt burst out, obviously baffled by the surprise.

"I know that we can't like… kiss or hold hands or anything, but it's Valentine's Day, and I wanna make it a good one for us, for you. So we might have to act like we're just friends, but that doesn't matter because we will know that it's a date. I can kiss you all I want later," he announced, determined to let Kurt know how much he meant it, how much he wanted to be with him in a normal way for once.

"Yes. Yes, you can. Always. But then… I will be happy to be your date." Kurt beamed, and Blaine could feel that he had to stop himself to not lean in to kiss his cheek.

Blaine reached out his hand discretely and crook his finger around Kurt's before he let go and they entered the small diner. The restaurant was packed with loving couples sitting around at the tables, and they were lucky to find a small one in a corner, shielded from most of the room.

When Kurt took off his jacket he revealed that he was wearing a white, see-through tunic with a tight purple t-shirt under. Blaine himself had chosen to wear a white shirt and a black bowtie for the occasion. The sight made Kurt's cheeks blush and his eyes lit up in stars.

The feeling of being out with Kurt like that in a public space was nerving. Blaine had to admit that he couldn't stop looking around to see if there were people he knew present, or if the other guests were looking at them, but after some time they started talking and he relaxed a little.

"This is really nice… Blaine," Kurt said, awkward in using his real name, but Blaine appreciated the gesture, even though it felt wrong.

Blaine squeezed around his necklace through the fabric of his shirt. He loved the way Kurt had named him Stardust, and he wanted to beg him to never call him by his birth name again. It sounded wrong, and he missed the sound of Kurt's voice calling him Stardust.

"I'm glad you like it. I know it's not… perfect, or anything. I just wanted to do something special," Blaine told, his voice low but confident that the voices from the rest of the diner were loud enough to cover their conversation.

"I think it's amazing. And you look really handsome," Kurt smiled, and Blaine felt his foot brush against his leg, causing a shiver to run through his entire body. If only it was possible for him to reach out his hand and feel Kurt's - just for a second.

Blaine let his hand down on the bench and let it slide over the leather. He found Kurt's thigh, and it only took a split second before Kurt had let his fingers in between Blaine's.

They stayed for a while with their hands locked under the table. They ate, talked and laughed, and when the waitress came with the check Blaine paid for both of them. She probably knew what was going on, but he found that it didn't mean that much to him. He was with Kurt, and that was all that was important.

When they stepped outside the diner Kurt turned to look at him, awaiting the signal for where their next stop would be. Blaine didn't say anything; he reached out his hand and crook his little finger around Kurt's and bopped his head in the direction of the town before he let go and Kurt followed him.

Blaine stopped in the town square and turned to look at Kurt, who was staring at him with confusion and adoration. Kurt was standing a few steps away, seeming like he was unsure if it was okay for him to go closer.

"Blaine, it was really wonderful. I don't even know what to say. I -"

Kurt's voice was drowned in the touch of Blaine's lips against his. Kurt's hands worked their way onto Blaine's back and pressed him closer while Blaine's hand was softly caressing Kurt's neck.

"Stardust, we're in the middle of town. People could see us… you kissed me!" Kurt exclaimed, clearly thrown off guard by the way everything was suddenly turned upside down.

"Kurt, I love you. You're everything to me, and I hate that I can't show that to the world. So I just figured that no one would be here at this time, so… I just wanted to kiss you in front of the world. It's stupid, I know…" Blaine realized how lame it sounded when he said it. Maybe he should never attempt on creating Valentine's Day's memories ever again.

"That is so sweet, baby," Kurt smiled, and cupped his face with both of his hands.

He looked around them before he turned his gaze back to Blaine's.

"What are we doing now?" He asked and let his hands drop to his sides, taking a step backwards as he knew that there was still a chance that people would come by. It was Friday after all and teenagers often made their way by the town square when they were on their way out to drink.

"We're going to my house. I have something to show you," Blaine declared and hoped that it didn't throw anything off course for Kurt. He remembered that when he had picked him up earlier that night he hadn't exactly looked like he was planning to out.

"That sounds so exciting. I can't believe you've done all of this for me. I didn't even know that it was Valentine's Day," Kurt chuckled and started walking in the direction of Blaine's house.

Blaine stared at him dancing down the sidewalk for a moment before he ran to his side and grabbed his hand.

"Hold my hand. Please," he whispered when he saw Kurt's surprised face.

"Always," he beamed at him, and squeezed his hand tighter.

As they turned up the driveway to the Anderson house Blaine felt everything inside him tie up. The night had gone by so much better than he could have ever hoped for, and now he had come to the last part.

He had spent the entire previous night on making it all perfect and then the morning before work on fixing up the details. Now he was just happy to know that his father would be away for the weekend so they wouldn't be surprised.

He unlocked the door and they entered the dark hall. Kurt started to walk towards the stairs as always, but Blaine held him back.

"Uhm… could you wait here for a second? I just need to fix something," Blaine said nervously and bit his lower lip. Kurt's eyes were shining, big and confused, through the dark, but his face was filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Kurt nodded and Blaine grinned at him while running his hand over his cheek before he left him standing in the hall by himself.

It only took him a moment before he was ready, and he decided that despite the knot in his throat it was time to call Kurt up to his room.

It was a few seconds from Blaine called down the stairs until Kurt insecurely pushed open the door. His eyes popped and surprise filled every tiny feature of his entire body.

Blaine had filled his room with candles. All of them were now lit and he was sitting with his guitar on the floor in a circle where he had made room for himself and Kurt.

Kurt stood staring, taking in the scenery with amazement, before he let his shoes and jacket drop to the floor so he could tiptoe over to sit in front of the circle of candles. The second Kurt sat down and started playing, clearly making Kurt blush as soon as he started singing.

"Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help
Falling in love with you"

Kurt watched him in awe. It wasn't just that he wanted to let Blaine finish; he was definitely speechless.

"Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin?
If I can't help
Falling in love with you"

Kurt's eyes turned wet, but he didn't let the tears fall. He observed Blaine, his hands folded at his chest.

"Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be"

The tears found their way down Kurt's face, but he still didn't move. He was frozen in the spot as he let Blaine finish his song.

"Take my hand
Take my whole life too
For I can't help
Falling in love with you"

Blaine repeated the last two verses before he let the last note stroll from the guitar. He put it down against his desk and looked to Kurt.

There was no reaction. He was clenching his fists together against his chest with glittering cheeks and a smile over his face.

"Kurt I… I just love you. So much. And I wanna tell you and show you all the time. I wanna drape you in roses, and hold your hand in front of every, and write you beautiful poetry where I compare your eyes to the firmament and your smile with the sun… but the truth is that I can't. I'm too scared to kiss you in front of other people. I'm not articulate enough to write you beautiful poems… I'm just some dude. All I can do is sing you songs other people wrote, while playing my stupid guitar. I just… want you to know that I love you."

He ended his babbling and looked down in the floor, his eyes itching from the warmth steaming from the candles. It was so stupid. Immensely idiotic through and through. He had nothing to offer Kurt but other people's work. That was the naked truth. Yet, Kurt was sitting there with him. Loving him back.

"Shut up. Just… shut up, you idiot!" Kurt whined and grabbed Blaine's face to clasp his lips against his.

Even when their lips had stopped moving together Kurt didn't move away. He let their faces stay together before he slid his hands around Blaine's neck and down his back so he could press him close to his chest, kiss his cheek, ear and neck.

"I don't want all of that. I don't care about all of those things. Because what you give me is so much better. Your voice, and your playing… everything is so beautiful, and it takes my breath away."

Kurt broke away and stared Blaine in the eyes. Lines from drying tears were glittering on his skin, and the candles were reflected in his eyes.

"Your love. Your - love - is so much bigger, and brighter, and infinite times more beautiful than anything I could get from any other boy, or girl, in this Universe. I feel your love for me even when you're not with me," Kurt explained with shaking voice.

Blaine grabbed his hands and stood abruptly up. Kurt took a little time, but eventually followed him. Blaine led him to the bed where he had made sure to make a path to from the circle through the candles.

"I've never thought of Valentine's Day as anything special. But… I want this one to be perfect. And the most perfect way I can think of it to be is if I'm with you. I don't need anything else," Blaine whispered and crawled onto the bed, waiting for Kurt to join him.

It was only a second before Kurt was on his knees in front of him. He let his fingers gingerly up and down Blaine's naked arms, before he slowly started unbuttoning his shirt.

Blaine was uncertain whether it was the candles or Kurt's touch, but he definitely felt his temperature rise. He made sure to not let his eyes leave Kurt's for even a brief second while he felt Kurt take off his bowtie and shirt.

Blaine started pulling off Kurt's tunic, the t-shirt following it to the end of the bed. Kurt's fingertips ran down Blaine's torso, causing chills to run with them down his spine.

Kurt let himself fall to the bedspread under them; a gorgeous figure with silver skin from the moonlight reflecting the yellow flickering flames from the candles. Blaine was frozen in the spot, absorbing him with his eyes.

He bent down and started to slowly unbutton his jeans, and only a few seconds later Kurt was naked on his bed, now his entire body silver like a creature from nature - like a fairy or a nymph.

Blaine let the rest of his own clothes drop too, only keeping on the necklace Kurt had given him, before he fell to the bed to lie next to Kurt. He couldn't take his eyes off him though; he was completely mesmerized by his beauty.

Neither of them said a word. The wind outside was blowing slowly, but it wasn't anymore than a sad howling against the window.

The room was so heated that Blaine almost didn't notice the sudden lack of clothes on his skin, and he couldn't stop focusing on how strong green Kurt's eyes were through the darkness.

"If I could I would stare at you forever. I don't even want to blink. Will you grow old with me?" Kurt whispered, like he was afraid that they would be heard, or that something terrible would happen if he broke the silence.

"You will never be old," Blaine simply declared. It was impossible for him to imagine Kurt as old. Ever.

"Your heart is so… young, and innocent. You will stay young forever," Blaine explained, his voice nearly inaudible, but they were so close that he could Kurt's nose brush his, so he didn't doubt that he had heard him.

"Then… will you stay young forever with me?" Kurt asked hushed, as he started to let fingertips run over Blaine's cheek and down his neck, to caress patterns on his chest.

"I've never found bodies interesting - or even attractive. Neither male nor female bodies - but yours…" Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's chest.

"Yours is… Your body is amazing. It's so beautiful, and it fascinates me so much." His hand traced its way down his ribs to his abdomens and over his hipbone to end at the smaller of his back.

"Your body has its own story. I wish I could stare at you naked all the time." Blaine leaned in to kiss his shoulder, and as he broke away he could see Kurt smiling with both his mouth and eyes. Somehow it seemed like he was smiling with his entire body; Blaine had never experienced anyone be able to do that.

"Yours is like a map of love," Kurt exclaimed, giving Blaine the feeling that this was something he had decided long ago. Did that mean that Kurt thought about him, about his body, when they weren't together?

"When we lie like this, and we're completely quiet, looking at your body gives me the feeling that your singing and your voice has been sculpted to be you."

Kurt rested his head on his arm, and Blaine let his eyes travel from his hairline, over his forehead and temples, across his entire face; step by step, to memorize every single detail down to the last vague freckle.

Silence filled the room around them, nothing but the sadness from the wind outside the window and Blaine was sure he could hear their hearts beating.

The feeling of Kurt's bared skin close to his was electric, and he wanted it closer despite the heat filling the room. Yet, he felt chills all over and he knew that the temperature would only continue rising, regardless of the candles burning out.

Kurt reached up and let his palm down over Blaine's eyes to close his eyelids. He felt Kurt's hand around his wrist and felt him lead his hand around over his body. He quickly got the notion and Kurt fell to lie on his back instead of his side.

Blaine opened his eyes and sat up so he could see Kurt clearly. Kurt smiled trusting up at him before he closed his own eyes and waited.

Blaine leaned down and kissed his collarbone before he re-closed his eyes and let his right hand travel across Kurt's body. The sensation of Kurt's boiling skin sent Blaine's brain and heart into a game of artistry and he had to stop himself from chuckling.

He remembered back to the day on the grass in Washington where Kurt had taught him that his looking sense was holding back his other senses.

At this very moment he felt the heat from Kurt's body much stronger than ever before. Kurt's skin felt much smoother; like fluid silk, or red wine. The dents of his muscles were much clearer. He felt the hardness of his nipples like sculpted in rock, and his heart felt like it was pounding, fighting, to break free from his chest.

When Blaine's hand had found its way down to Kurt's wrist he stopped. He instinctively opened his eyes, and saw that Kurt was staring at him too. His eyes were swimming with sadness because he knew why he had stopped.

Blaine lifted his hand and kissed his wrist, kissed the scar, and let Kurt's palm run down his cheek, pressing it against his skin.

The scar had lost all meaning, it was nothing more than a ghost of Kurt's past, but would never be a part of his future.

Blaine moved the bracelet on his wrist to make sure it covered up the scar; assuring Kurt that all that had made Kurt feel that he needed to make this mark on his life Blaine wanted to replace with all he could give him, and all he would ever need.

He started kissing up Kurt's arm, leaned down to kiss his shoulder, his neck, over his collarbone and crawled up to sit on him so he could kiss down his chest while letting his hands run flatly up and down his arms.

Kurt caught his hands, and entwined his fingers with Blaine's while he worked his way down Kurt's body by pressing kisses against his naked skin.

When he reached his navel Kurt started giggling and twitching, so Blaine let his tongue trace cat licks over the sensitive spot a few times, causing Kurt to giggle and twitch even harder, his grip on Blaine's hands tightening.

Blaine fell down to lie next to Kurt, his arms locking around him and his one leg curling its way in between Kurt's legs. He rested his head on Kurt's belly, before starting to play with his fingers. Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's now way-too-short hair, and made his fingertips run circles and eights on his shoulders.

In reality it was too hot to be close like that, but Blaine didn't want to let go of Kurt. He could hear his pulse in the veins down his mid-torso, and he could feel Kurt's skin heating up his entire head.

His crotch was pressed against Kurt's thigh, and he knew that he should feel exposed for not even being covered by so much as a blanket, but he didn't. He felt safe and protected; hoping that he could find a way to let the night never end.

"Happy Valentine," he whispered and kissed the tip of Kurt's index finger.

"Happy Valentine, Stardust," Kurt whispered back and let his index finger run down the back of his nose, before running up and down his arm, Blaine clenching around his hips with both arms now.

The candles started slowly dying out, and against all Blaine's expectations he started shaking from the lack of heat from the flames. Kurt forced him to sit up so they could disappear under the covers.

As soon as they were under Kurt shuffled close to Blaine and let his lips softly onto Blaine's. He massaged softly against Blaine's lips while his hands explored Blaine's body, making Blaine fear that he would ruin the moment by sporting a hard-on from the touch of Kurt.

The moon was still shining silver over the bed, and Kurt seemed somehow even more gracious than usual even though he nearly didn't move at all. Blaine was torn between wanting to look at Kurt forever, and wanting to close his eyes so he could completely disappear into the world of Kurt's arms.

In time he gave in and let his heavy eyelids take over, so he could press his body against Kurt's, feeling his body mirror his, while Kurt's arms protectively held around him.