Valentines Day. In McKinley High, heck, in the whole world, you find two kinds of people on this day. There's the loved up ones; the ones who spend all day snuggled together, feeding each other strawberries dipped in chocolate whilst staring lovingly into their beloved's eyes. Kurt and Blaine were this type; they were soul mates. And then there's those who sneer at the lovers, who pretend that they think Valentines Day is a farce, a commercial holiday designed by card companies purely to make money. These are the people you find in their bedrooms later that night, watching Disney movies whilst clutching a giant pot of mint choc chip ice cream like their lives depended on it. David Karofsky was this type, although he was too manly to admit to it. Valentines is supposed to be mine and Kurt's day, he thought.

Valentines Day came quicker than anyone thought possible. Soon, heart shaped decorations were being hung on every wall of the school, and roses were being sold on every corridor. People began to organise dates left, right and centre; even those not in a relationship were determined not to be alone on the dreaded night. Kurt and Blaine, however, weren't planning anything too special. They had been together for around 4 months now, and had plenty of romantic dates. To them, their actions on Valentines Day were just the same as every other; using as many moments of quiet for unsubtle kisses. In fact, they had some interesting plans for this Valentines Day.

"Ok, so what did she tell you?"

"8pm, Breadstix... I made sure I got the right time so we wouldn't be caught."

"Wow, what a life we have, following our best friends' date on Valentines Day."

"Yes, but we'll be together. That's what counts, right?"

Blaine chuckled, and pulled his boyfriend into the Glee room. Seeing that it was deserted, he lured his boyfriend into a passionate kiss.

"I've been waiting to do that all day."

Kurt giggled innocently, as his boyfriend kissed him with longing. A few moments later, they heard a snicker from the open door. Whipping round with surprise, they saw Brittany and Mike watching them intently. Brittany's face dropped.

"Why'd they stop? I only stop if my mom comes in... And that's because she gives me chocolate biscuits if I don't have a baby before I leave high school."

That girl will never leave high school, Kurt thought.

Ignoring the blonde girl, the boys blushed and took their seats as the other members began to file in. Kurt turned to Blaine and began to whisper in his ear, unknowingly sending shivers down the tenor's spine.

"What do you think our assignment will be this week?"

Rendered speechless at the warm breath on his neck, Blaine could only shake his head. Kurt looked amused at his reaction, but his attention was soon focused on Mr Schue entering the room, holding hands with Miss Pillsbury. The singers waited for an explanation from their teacher.

Removing his hand from his girlfriend, Mr Schue pulled out a pen from his vest pocket and wrote 'Duets' on the board. The club rolled their eyes. Been there, done that. Kurt thought. It was as if Mr Schue read his mind.

"Don't pull those faces guys. Last time we did this, it worked so well, and we ended up having a spectacular couple for Sectionals."

Sam and Quinn blushed at the compliment.

"And in the spirit of Valentines Day, you have to sing it with the one you love. You'll be performing them in our lesson on Valentines Day, so choose wisely!"

He turned to Miss Pillsbury, who blushed to the colour of her hair.

"Miss Pillsbury and I will show you just how it should be done." He winked, before signalling to Brad to begin the music.

Well, I'll bet you any amount of money

He'll be coming back to you

I know there ain't no doubt about it

Sometimes life is funny

You think you're in your darkest hour

When the lights are coming on in the house of love

House of love

Kurt rolled his eyes. It was such a typical love song. He and Blaine were going to pick a much better one.

Now when the house is dark

And you're all alone inside

You've gotta listen to your heart

And put away your foolish pride

Though the storm is breaking

And thunder shakes the walls

Love with a firm foundation

Ain't never, never, never gonna fall

Well, I'll bet you any amount of money

He'll be coming back to you

I know there ain't no doubt about it

Sometimes life is funny

You think you're in your darkest hour

When the lights are coming on in the house of love

When the lights are coming on in the house of love

The song ended, and the club clapped politely. It was sweet, just like their relationship. Blaine and Kurt turned to each other, grinning from ear to ear.

"Together?"

"Of course."

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Kurt and Blaine returned home that day to find Finn sat on the sofa in a pair of sweats, holding a tub of cookie dough. Kurt sighed, knowing that the inevitable had happened.

"Rachel dumped you?"

Finn glared at him with all the anger he could conjure through tear filled eyes. Fortunately for Kurt and Blaine, he swallowed before answering.

"NO! I dumped her because she met up with Jesse for coffee! She says nothing happened, she just wanted to talk about her mom, but I don't believe a fucking word that comes out her mouth anymore!" He spat angrily, before shovelling another spoonful of cookie dough into his mouth. Kurt and Blaine shared concerned glances. They both sat down on each side of Finn.

Kurt attempted to begin.

"Finn, you need to learn to trust her. Just because Quinn cheated on you doesn't mean every girl you are going to date will. Rachel loves you, and would never go back to Jesse, you know that deep down."

He looked up at Blaine, clearly out of things to say. Blaine coughed awkwardly, before laying a hand on Finn's shoulder.

"Finn, I haven't known all of you for very long, but I see the way Rachel looks at you. She only has love in her eyes, as if she can't think of anyone else she'd rather be with. Come on Finn, are you really going to let a stupid ex boyfriend break up the best relationship of your life?"

Finn swallowed the lump in his throat, shaking his head softly.

"I'll apologize to her tomorrow."

Kurt looked shocked at the sentiment; partially because he didn't think it would work that easily, and partially because tomorrow would be too late.

"But tomorrow is Valentines Day! It'll be too late by then! And anyway, who are you going to sing the duet with?"

Finn considered it for a moment.

"I think Brittany said something about singing with me... I guess she's the only one left over, after Santana pulled the short straw of singing with Karofsky."

Kurt shared a confused glance with Blaine, before venturing a question to the tall boy.

"She did what?"

Finn looked immediately guilty. He hadn't meant to tell either boys about the club's agreement when it came to who would sing with Karofsky.

"Well... no one really wanted to sing with Karofsky, so we agreed to draw straws to see who would have to sing with him. We didn't tell either of you because we didn't want you to have to do it, and we knew that if we told you... well, you'd look like you do now." Realising he was rambling, Finn clamped his mouth shut and turned back to the TV. He was feeling slightly better knowing that his relationship would be fixed tomorrow.

Kurt looked positively thunderous. Blaine took one look at his boyfriend's face and attempted to calm him down.

"You wouldn't want to sing with Karofsky, would you Kurt? They were just looking out for you."

Finn nodded vigourously, obviously trying to get back into his brother's good books.

"I guess..." Kurt still looked angry at not being informed of the club's actions, but was relieved that they had saved him from an exceedingly awkward situation. Blaine pulled his boyfriend to his feet.

"Now, we need to practise. People should come to us to save all relationships..."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're starting to sound like Rachel... She still won't shut up about sending you that clip of me singing, claiming she 'fixed us'."

Blaine chuckled, and the two boys walked off, hand in hand, to practise their duet for the next day.

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The next day, everyone sat in anticipation of watching the duets. It would be interesting to see who went with who. Mr Schue walked in with a dopey grin on his face, having spent all of lunch having a romantic meal with Emma. Well, as romantic as two people could have in the staff room at a high school.

"Happy Valentines Day everyone! I hope you've all had fun with your loved one."

All the couples in the room grinned at each other, before snuggling in their sweetheart's arms.

"Oh, and I forgot to tell you... The winning pair will get to sing a duet at Nationals!"

Everyone gasped with excitement, whispering ferociously with their duet partner to make sure they had their harmonies down.

The festivities began with Mike and Tina, singing 'I've Never Been In Love Before' from Guys and Dolls. Sam and Quinn followed suite, singing "I Just Can't Stop Loving You'. It was odd to hear Sam singing so high pitched, but he managed successfully. Puck and Lauren were next, oddly singing 'My Boo'. It was strange to hear Lauren singing; she didn't have the nicest voice, but it was powerful. Artie and Mercedes sang 'Love the Way You Lie', which was an interesting choice. Mercedes could pull off any song she sang. Oddly enough, Brittany and Finn's voices mixed well together on 'One Hand, One Heart'. Rachel looked heartbroken as they sang; Finn obviously hadn't had the chance to apologise yet. Finally, Santana and Karofsky got up to sing. Santana looked unwilling, and was obviously unhappy about having to sing with the bully. Their voices didn't mix that well on 'I'll Know When My Love Comes Along'. Broadway was proving to be quite popular today. At last, it was Kurt and Blaine's turn to sing. Both boys stood up, walking hand in hand to the centre of the room. The music began to play, and they looked into each others eyes lovingly.

Live in my house,

I'll be your shelter,

Just pay me back

With one thousand kisses

Be my lover

and I'll cover you

Open your door,

I'll be your tenant

Don't got much baggage to lay at your feet

But sweet kisses I've got to spare

I'll be there and I'll cover you

Both boys loved the musical Rent. And seeing who the song was sung by, it was kind of perfect for the young lovers.

I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love

Now I know you can rent it

A new lease you are my love, on life

Be my life

Just slip me on,

I'll be your blanket

Wherever, whatever, I'll be your coat

Kurt tore his eyes away from his boyfriend, turning to look at the rest of the club. They could all see how much the two loved each other. Focusing his eyes on Karofsky, he saw that the burly boy was looking at the floor uncomfortably, seemingly unable to watch the boys display of affection. Kurt looked back to Blaine, trying to calm the anger running through his veins at the boy's obvious homophobia.

So with a thousand sweet kisses,I'll cover you

, With a thousand sweet kisses,I'll cover you,

When you're worn out and

tired,When your heart has expired

If you're cold and you're lonely

You've got one nickel only

With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you,

With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you

Oh, lover,

I'll cover you,

Yeah,

Oh, lover,

I'll cover you...

As the music faded out, the room erupted in rapturous applause. The boys' voices blended together perfectly; every part of them was meant for the other. Mr Schue stood up.

"So it appears everyone has sang now!" His eyes focused on Rachel sat in the corner, shoulders slumped as she attempted not to cry. "Rachel?"

The girl in question looked up at the sound of her name, trying not to make eye contact with the rest of the group.

"Are you going to sing?"

She shook her head mournfully. "I don't have a partner."

Kurt softened at the sadness in her voice. He stood up and walked over to her.

"Rachel, the last time we did a duets competition, I didn't have a partner either. Then you offered to sing with me, and made me feel like I did have someone to lean on. I'm going to do the same with you. After all, you 'saved my relationship'."

He whispered a song in her ear, and she perked up immediately.

"Let's do this." She said determinedly, walking to the centre of the room with Kurt. She whispered to Brad, and the music began to play.

Baby,

Dream Your Dream.

Close your eyes and try it.

Dream of furniture;

Dream that I can buy it.

That fancy bed you prayed for,

Not only bought but paid for.

The two danced around the room, circling the other club members before returning to the centre of the room.

Dream we sign the lease,

Leave a small deposit;

Three and one-half rooms

With a walking closet.

We'll ask the local Jet-set

To dine on our dinette-set

Kurt twirled Rachel round as they danced, with the small girl giggling happily.

Right across the street,

There's a friendly bank.

You make a friendly loan,

And the bank says: "Thank you."

Ev'ry Saturday,

We'll spend all our money.

Join the P.T.A.;

They will love you, honey.

Life will be frozen peaches and cream.

Baby, dream Your Dream.

The song ended, and the two bowed dramatically before hugging each other.

"Thank you." Rachel whispered into Kurt's ear, before he kissed her on the cheek, winking theatrically. Finn walked towards the pair.

"Rach, can I talk to you?"

She nodded, and the two walked towards the door. Blaine tickled his boyfriend from behind, leaning his head on the taller boy's shoulder.

"That was a really nice of you. It meant a lot to her, I could tell."

Kurt shrugged, before turning to his boyfriend.

"Come on, we need to go and get ready for tonight. We have some serious spying to do!"

Blaine chuckled. "Did you buy some black rubber gloves and black leggings?"

Kurt looked horrified. "Do you realise how disgustingly unfashionable that outfit would be?"

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Breadstix had been dressed up to the nines. Plastic pink hearts hung from every possible surface, and to the cynical, the entire restaurant looked like it had been vomited on by the sugar plum fairy. Couples were tucked away in the corners, feeding each other breadsticks and having their own Lady and the Tramp moments. That is, with the exception of the two boys sat in the far corner on the restaurant, unsubtly shielding their faces with menus. The paler boy looked up over his menu, and squealed.

"Blaine! They're here! Ohh my Gaga, she looks so beautiful, and he's in a suit, oh they are the most perfect couple ever!"

His squeaks attracted the attention of most of the restaurant, and he quickly covered his face with the menu before his friend saw them spying.

Blaine turned to his boyfriend. "What about us?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Apart from us, of course."

David and Mercedes were seated at a table on the opposite side of the restaurant to their spies. It was perfect for the two boys; they could easily see the couple without being heard. Blaine lifted down his menu to get a good look at the couple. They were holding hands, and staring intently into each other's eyes. Blaine awed at the sight.

"They're so sweet together."

The two boys ordered, enjoying their Valentines Day meal together whilst keeping an eye on their friends. They weren't worried about being caught... The two in question never took their eyes off each other. Due to the fact they were in public in Ohio, the boys couldn't kiss each other like the other couples, so they had to settle with holding hands under the table. Once they had finished their meal, they instantly paid and stood up to leave; they couldn't go for much longer without kissing passionately. David and Mercedes were still sat, holding hands and occasionally sneaking an unsubtle kiss. Managing to reach the door without being spotted, Kurt and Blaine attempted to sneak out.

"Kurt?"

"Blaine?"

Spoke too soon, Kurt thought. He turned around to see David and Mercedes approaching, having just finished their meal too. I have always had awful timing. Blaine was obviously thinking the same. He attempted to act surprised, with little success.

"Hey guys, what are you doing here?"

"Blaine, you always were a crappy liar."

Blaine gulped. Kurt looked guilty, before admitting the truth.

"Ok, we were spying on you two. And it seems you have hit it off!" He winked at Mercedes, who blushed. Blaine grabbed Kurt's arm, pulling him out of the restaurant as Kurt mouthed ring me later to Mercedes.

Once out of the restaurant, Blaine kissed Kurt intensely.

"Mine or yours?"

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Karofsky was alone. His parents were out at dinner, having a perfect, romantic evening together. It had been over an hour since he'd broken into his dad's liquor cabinet. How he had done it, he couldn't remember, nor did he care that he would have to explain to his father where 2 bottles of his favourite wine had gone. Fumbling for the remote, he turned on the TV. Romantic movie after romantic movie found their way onto his screen; he was unable to find a channel without one. Throwing the remote on the floor, he grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts, trying to find the one he needed to call. Kurt. He was suddenly very grateful that he had stolen it off of Finn's phone... No way Kurt would ever give it to him. He just needed to hear Kurt's voice, to tell him how much he loved him, and hear him say it back. He clicked call, and waited for the beautiful voice to answer.

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They chose Blaine's. His family were away for the weekend; something to do with a Valentines Day concert at his sister's boarding school. And anyway, Finn and Rachel had made up. This would mean they would be making out on the couch at Kurt's house, and that is a sight he didn't wish to see again. They reached Blaine's bedroom, taking a breath from the heated kisses. Laying his Alexander McQueen jacket down on the bed, Kurt headed towards the bathroom. Blaine watched with disappointment as his boyfriend walked away.

"Where are you going?"

Kurt grinned cheekily.

"I'm just going to wash my face. There was a considerably large amount of grease in that pasta... And I left some of my facial creams here last time, what's the point in not using them?"

He stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend, before walking into Blaine's en suite. As he did, his phone began to ring from his jacket pocket.

"Blaine, can you get that? It's probably Mercedes."

Blaine obliged. It was an unknown number, so without a thought, Blaine answered. Before he even had the chance to say hello, Karofsky's slurring voice filled his ears.

"H-hey Kurt, b-baby it's me. I j-just wanted to say, happy Valentines Day beautiful. I kno-ow you still hate me for being a douche, and I don't care, b-because soon you'll love me as much as I love you." He burped, and continued. "Yeah, I said it. I love you. And I'll make sure Blaine doesn't bother y-you anymore, so we can move into a little cottage and I can fuck you senseless every day. Oh, and your face is awesome and you-u taste delicious. B-but don't tell anyone, it'll be our little secret, ok? B-because I don't want to hurt you, baby, but sometimes you don't leave me any choice, ok? I love you."

Blaine's stomach churned as he heard those last words. I love you. The dial tone rang in his ear, and he tried to digest everything he had just heard. Soon you'll love me as much as I love you... I'll make sure Blaine doesn't bother you anymore... I don't want to hurt you, baby, but sometimes you don't leave me any choice. The last one bothered Blaine the most. Karofsky wouldn't hurt Kurt again, Blaine would make sure of it. He made up his mind what to do.

"Who was it?"

"Just someone trying to sell me toner."

Kurt laughed. "I hope you gave them a piece of your mind for calling me this late."

"Don't worry, if they call again, I most certainly will."