Not much had changed once Kurt and Blaine had finally gotten their acts together to become boyfriends. They were still the close friends they were before and they were still learning new things about each other every day, but now that their feelings were out in the open they could go about their relationship in a way that was much freer and less volatile. There was also more kissing, a lot more kissing.

"Blaine!" Kurt said, finally pulling away from Blaine's lips, face flushed and eyes reluctant. "You're going to make me late for work!" Blaine had pulled Kurt into the staff room that morning when he had come in for Cooper's breakfast and had been kissing him passionately for the last ten minutes.

"Mmmm...but it's Valentine's Day," Blaine said in between the kisses he was now placing down the column of Kurt's neck, his winter scarf lying forgotten on the floor. "And besides I have an in with your boss."

Kurt giggled and let Blaine kiss him for a few seconds longer before pushing him away once and for all, taking Blaine's hands in his, "Yes it's Valentine's Day which means I have to get to work so I can finish my obligations in time to give you the most romantic evening of your life so far." Tina and Mike had filled Kurt in on how Blaine liked to go all out on Valentine's Day even when he wasn't in a relationship. He would shower his friends it sweets and notes about how much he cared about them only to spend the night at home with take out and a Lana Turner movie marathon. Kurt was determined that this Valentine's Day would make up for all of that and then some. Kurt took one of Blaine's hands and kissed the back of it as he pulled away to re-tie his scarf around his neck, "until later!" he said, blowing Blaine a final dramatic kiss, leaving the shop, and sending a wave to Shelly on his way out.

Blaine took a second to collect himself in the staff room, smiling to himself and practically vibrating with the excitement of the day ahead.

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Blaine's day of surprises started out simply enough. At around eleven, a delivery man came to the shop and pressed a large bouquet of flowers into his hand. Attached to the tissue paper was a little heart shaped card that said "For Blaine" on the front and on the back there was a note.

Dear Blaine,

Gardenias for joy, Geraniums for comfort, Larkspur for your beautiful spirit, and yellow Chrysanthemums for the absolute joy you bring me.

I hope you're having an amazing Valentine's Day!

xoxoxoxoxo,

Kurt

Blaine put his nose into the flowers and inhaled deeply. He went into the kitchen and put them in a vase right next to his work space so he could look at them all day. He snapped a picture with his phone and sent it to Kurt with a quick message about how beautiful they were.

At about one, when Blaine was about to get out his turkey sandwich for lunch, he got another delivery.

"Um...Blaine," Shelly said, walking into the kitchen and brandishing a brown paper bag. "The delivery guy from the thai place down the road just dropped this off. He said it had already been payed for."

Before Blaine had time to question it, his phone was lighting up with a text from Kurt.

I'm glad you liked the flowers. I know it's traditional to send candy, but I figured you probably don't need any more sweets so I got you lunch from that Thai restaurant you like. Enjoy, sweetheart. Happy Valentine's Day xoxo.

The final surprise of the day (or so Blain thought) came about a half hour before he was going to leave. He got another text from Kurt.

I know you usually make yourself a latte before I come in for our afternoon chats, but go out and get your drink from Shelly instead. I know we're both going strait home to get ready, but you should still get your fix! Happy Valentine's Day xoxo.

Blaine walked out of the kitchen and hung his apron up on the hook by the door, "Hey, Kurt said you had something for me?"

Shelly turned around and nodded towards an empty table in the corner. On top the the table was a stuffed dog with huge eyes and a big white mug with hearts all over it. The mug was filled to the brim with a steaming liquid that smelled like raspberry mocha. Next to it was a note, this time in Kurt's distinctive, loopy hand writing.

Okay so I know stuffed animals are totally cliché, but I saw this little gal and couldn't leave the shop without her. Her name is Margaret Thatcher and you have to be nice to her or she'll reduce government spending on social services like education and housing. You've probably already guessed what's in the cup, but I couldn't resist. This is the drink you gave me the first time we ever had a real conversation. Please enjoy and I'll see you tonight. Happy Valentine's Day xoxo.

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Kurt thought he had put together a pretty amazing day of surprises for Blaine, but he should have known that there was no way his boyfriend didn't also have a few tricks up his sleeve. As soon as he walked into Cooper's trailer and set up his breakfast he heard the man come up behind him and shove a plate in front of his face.

"You two are sickeningly cute, but here. I promised Blaine I'd give this to you as soon as you got in."

On top of the plate was a chocolate croissant and a tiny bouquet of red roses that were sculpted out of marzipan. Also on the plate was a note.

I know you don't typically indulge in pastries for breakfast, but I figured you could make an exception on Valentine's day. You can eat the flowers too :)! Happy Valentine's Day, Kurt

Love,

Blaine

Kurt practically squealed with delight, forgetting for a second that Cooper was still watching him. The older man just rolled his eyes and went to start on his normal breakfast. "Thanks, Cooper. I appreciate you playing delivery man. There are about 25 bouquets at the office for you from various female suitors. What would you like me to do with them?" Kurt asked, sitting across from Cooper at the table and starting in on his croissant.

"Um...just give them out to the various secretaries at the office. Say they're from me."

It was Kurt's turn to roll his eyes, "classy," he said under his breath.

"You know it."

The rest of the day passed fairly typically accept for the bouquet of purple tulips (Kurt's favorite) that showed up at his desk at around two and the sappy thank you texts that he received from Blaine after every one of Kurt's treats were delivered. The real fun, however, was yet to come.

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The only clues that Kurt had given Blaine about their evening was a text message instructing him to "dress to impress." To Blaine, that meant a pair of his best dark wash jeans, a white sweater vest over a button down white shirt, a dark grey blazer with lighter grey, piping and red bow tie for the holiday. He even added a stylish bowler cap for good measure. Right as Blaine was straightening his bow tie in the mirror he heard the bell for his apartment sound. Mike wasn't leaving to pick up Tina for another half hour, so he let his room mate buzz who he assumed was Kurt up to his apartment. His heart began to flutter when a minute later he heard Kurt's voice in the entry way of his apartment.

He finally emerged from his bedroom, pulling on his pea coat, completely ready for their night out, "Well don't you look hansom," Kurt said, giving Blaine a quick kiss on the lips. "I like the hat."

"You do a fine job cleaning up yourself, Mr. Hummel," Blaine said squeezing Kurt's hand in his. Blaine was relieved that Kurt was in a outfit similar to his. He was wearing nice jeans, a white button down, and a finely tailored black vest with a tie that had deep red hearts on it. He was also wearing one of his stylish winter coats. Blaine thought he looked like a model. He always thought Kurt looked like a model. He couldn't help himself and leaned in for another, less chaste kiss.

"And...that's my cue to leave," Mike said, laughing as he backed out of the living room to get ready for his own date.

Kurt and Blaine pulled away from each other, also laughing at how easily they had forgotten that Mike was still there, "Are you ready for an old fashioned, romantic date?" Kurt asked with a sly smile. "Well as old fashioned as two fabulous gay men can be," he added with a little wink.

"Absolutely," Blaine said, "where are you taking me."

"We'll get to that. I'm going to keep you in suspense a little longer, but first things first," Kurt said pulling a clear box from behind his back. Inside were two boutonnieres made from white gardenias. "Would you do me the honor of wearing this on your lapel as a sign of my affection for you?" Kurt said putting on a mock formal tone of voice.

Blaine made a valiant effort not to giggle, but he was genuinely touched by the sweet gesture. The last time someone had bought him a boutonniere was back in his debutante ball days and he was much happier getting a flower from Kurt, "Kurt, of course, they're beautiful." Kurt blushed as he plucked one of the gardenias from the carton and fastened it to Blaine's blazer with slightly shaking hands. Blaine grabbed him before he could pull away, "Kurt, you're blushing," blaine said squeezing Kurt's hand before he could reach for the other flower.

This just made Kurt redden further, "It's just..." Kurt paused to watch Blaine deftly tuck the pin into his lapel. When the shorter man finished and looked back up into Kurt's eyes he continued. "I'm just not used to being like this with anyone. Most of the people I know...especially friends from college they think of me as this cool as a cucumber gay bar super star, but really I'm just a silly romantic. I'm just really glad I have you."

"It's not silly," Blaine said, leaning in for yet another kiss. "I'm really glad I have to, too."

They stood for a moment just taking each other in before Kurt finally spoke, "Well, we better get a move on. We have a whole night ahead of us. Would you accompany me?" Kurt said, bringing back his comically formal tone and offering his elbow to Blaine.

"Why yes, I would love to!" Blaine said, taking Kurt's offered arm and following him out of the apartment building. Blaine couldn't help his sense of almost childish pride parading around the city with a gorgeous man on his arm, but it was his first Valentine's Day with anyone special and he was going to milk it for all it was worth.

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It was brisk out, but the restaurant wasn't too far away and Kurt and Blaine took the opportunity to press close to each other. They soon arrived outside of a familiar SoHo bistro.

"I love Bistro Les Amis!" Blaine exclaimed. "How did you managed to get us in here on Valentine's Day?"

"It's amazing what being Cooper Anderson's assistant can do for you and anyway, this isn't jut any normal night in here. Just wait until we get inside," Kurt said, yanking Blaine through the door. Kurt gave the name Anderson to the hostess, but Blaine wasn't paying much attention. In the back of the restaurant where there are normally more tables, there was a jazz quartet with a singer and a small floor where couples were already dancing together. Blaine was still staring when he followed the hostess and Kurt to a small table in the middle of the restaurant. Kurt took his hand over the table, finally drawing Blaine's attention away from the band, "I remembered you liked dancing and um...I thought you might enjoy this. The singer is a friend of mine from college," Kurt said gesturing to the curvy African American woman wearing a red dress and belting out 'It Don't Mean a Thing if it Ain't Got That Swing,' "she told me she was performing here tonight."

"Kurt..." Blaine started. He was practically at a loss for words for what felt like the millionth time that day. "This is amazing. I can't remember that last time someone's taken me dance...actually this might be the only time someone's taken me dancing. I love it."

Kurt just smiled at him over their menu, "alright then, let's order and then I want you to take me for a spin on the dance floor." The waitress came by and Kurt, insistent on using his French, ordered for them. Once their order of a shared plate of mussels (Moules marinieres), Rosemary Scented Breast of Chicken with Mushroom Sauce Served with Risotto for Blaine (Filet de poulet sauce forestiere et risotto), braised Lamb Shank with Wild Mushrooms & Roasted New Potatoes for Kurt (Jarret d'agneau braisé aux champignons sauvages et pommes sautées), and a bottle of red wine for both of them was placed, Blaine was was pulling Kurt up to dance.

They got up just in time to catch the last bars of 'In the Mood' and Blaine led Kurt in a jaunty blues dance. Immediately after, the singer, who Kurt told Blaine was called Mercedes transitioned into 'Misty.' Kurt decided he could handle a simple slow dance and moved his hands so that he was leading instead, pulling Blaine in close. The shorter man rested his head on Kurt's shoulder and let out a contented sigh. "Thanks for bringing me here, Kurt. I know I've said thank you a million times today, but I can't help it. It's been an amazing day."

"It's my pleasure, really," Kurt said placing a kiss on the sport right below Blaine's ear. They stayed like that for a bit, enjoying the music and being close to each other. "Blaine?" Kurt started.

"Mhmm," Blaine answered lazily, unwilling to break the moment.

"Do you...do you think it's crazy for me to say that I think I'm falling in love with you."

Blaine didn't start or act surprised as Kurt thought he would. He simply moved so that his lips were right next to Kurt's ear, "Maybe, but I don't mind because I think I'm falling in love with you, too."

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After a delicious meal, a ton more dancing, and a little more wine than either man was used to consuming, the two stumbled home giddily, exchanging kisses every few blocks. "Mike's at Tina's place for the night. You should come up," Blaine said leading Kurt towards his apartment building. "I have dessert for us."

Kurt giggled and followed Blaine up the stairs, "Hmmm...what kind of dessert?" Kurt pressed against Blaine's back and kissed his neck making it extremely difficult for him to get the key in the door. He finally succeeded and the two made there way into the apartment, Kurt never leaving his place behind Blaine.

Blaine turned in Kurt's arms and spun the two of them so that he was pressing Kurt into the kitchen island, "Well, I was talking about my special flour-less chocolate cake for two, but now that you mention it, both kinds, definitely both kinds."

They mutually decided that cake would be much better with pajamas so Blaine lent Kurt a pair of his coziest flannel pajama pants and one of his old Dalton tshirts, soft from years of washing and the two settled down on the couch with one plate and two forks, a big glass of milk was sitting between them on the coffee table. Kurt thought about making a crack about how they were like two girls at a slumber party, but he refrained. There was no denying that Kurt loved to have a fabulous night on the town, but even before they started dating, these moments were Kurt's favorite part of their relationship. There was a reason his put Geraniums in Blaine's bouquet. To Kurt, Blaine was the definition of comfort.

"You know, back before I had you and I used to spend Valentine's Day at home in my pajamas eating cake just like this and mouthing the words to Some Like it Hot, everyone thought it must be so depressing for me," Blaine said, putting the empty plate back onto the table and curling up into Kurt's side. "The truth is I didn't mind it. I love watching those old movies and I've always been sort of a home body, but everything seemed so dull, you know? It's like I knew there was something I was missing for, but I didn't know what it was so I just stopped looking and then one day I heard the bell over my shop door ring and I look up and there you were. All I can remember thinking was, 'that man must be the most beautiful man in all of New York City,'" Kurt nuzzled his nose into Blaine's hair, but didn't interrupt. "I just felt like, there is a moment when you say to yourself, 'oh, there you are. I've been looking for your forever.' Seeing you walk into my shop that day, that was a moment for me, about you, but it didn't stop there. It was like every time I got a step closer to knowing you, I had that moment all over again, only stronger. I want to spend evenings like this snuggled on the couch watching old movies and wearing baggy old pajamas, but I want to do it with you."

Kurt didn't know what to say. There was really nothing to say, so instead he cupped Blaine's cheek with his hand and captured his mouth in a kiss. Finally pulling away he whispered, "here's to many more nights that end just like this." With that, Kurt closed the distance between them again. There wasn't much more talking that night, just a frantic suggestion that they move to the bedroom and a murmured 'thank you' when Blaine cleaned them both off with a warm washcloth before letting Kurt be the big spoon. As Blaine drifted off to sleep that night he thought for the first time in his life that Cooper was absolutely right, Kurt was perfect for him.