Part One

“This is amazing, Kurt, I can’t believe you did this.” Blaine was unusually quiet for a long time just staring across the table into Kurt’s eyes. Kurt didn’t have much to say either. This was a huge leap for him but it felt right, it felt good.

Cardone’s Italian restaurant wasn’t exactly fancy but it was the nicest restaurant he could find for a last minute reservation in Westerville. He and Blaine were seated near the back of the restaurant in a fairly quiet corner while they waited for their dinner. Kurt reached across the little table and gave Blaine’s hand a squeeze. “You deserve all of this and more, Blaine, happy Valentine’s day.”

Blaine softened under his gaze and Kurt felt his stomach churn in a mostly pleasant way. He had no idea why he’d denied himself things like this for so long. Or at least ever since Blaine had shown up and changed his world for the better. Blaine was worth the risk of getting hurt. That look in Blaine’s eyes right now, was worth every risk.

They chatted throughout dinner, Kurt only nibbling at his penne, too excited and nervous for the rest of the evening to enjoy his meal. The only hiccup was when Blaine asked if he could order dessert and Kurt had to tell him no. Even though he explained dessert as coming elsewhere he hated saying no tonight to anything. He’d been saying no to Blaine since the day they met and he wanted tonight to be full of yeses.

Blaine doesn’t seem bothered by the dessert mix up so Kurt let it go. He drove Blaine next to 63 College Inn, the B&B that the internet raved about and where he was lucky enough to find a cancellation just in time for Valentine’s. Blaine’s eyes lit up when he realized what was going on.

“This is why I had to pack a bag? We’re staying here?” His eyes were wide as saucers, and Kurt laughed because he never realized people were serious when they used that idiom.

“This is where we’re staying.” He confirmed and they parked, grabbed their overnight bags, and went to check in. Kurt used a fake I.D. to get their key but soon they were tucked away into the little room and Kurt had to just take one more moment to be chagrinned by the whole experience. In theory he hadn’t be sure how he felt about staying in a place decorated like this, but now with Blaine standing all red cheeked in front of the fire Kurt knew that the flowered draperies were going to be the last thing on his mind tonight.

The room had been prepared just as he’d asked. There were pink roses littering the bed and the floor and disappearing off into what must be the bathroom. In front of the fire was a blanket with a bottle of apple cider and chocolate covered strawberries. He’d almost asked for champagne instead but he wanted both of them to remember everything that happened tonight.

He crossed the room to Blaine and gathered him up in a deep, slow kiss. Hs heart thudded in his chest and the blood roared in his ears. This boy in his arms was everything and he hoped tonight he was showing Blaine, for the first time but not the last, how much he’d come to mean to Kurt.

After that he followed Blaine through the small space, taking a little tour to see the bathroom and the view out the window, then it was just them and the fire and the strawberries and before long they were both naked in the bed running fingers over each other. Blaine was beautiful surrounded by the pink of the roses and Kurt was so glad he hadn’t gone with red. This was new for them, and red would have seemed so out of place here. They’d had red nights, plenty, but none that were fresh and pink and sweet.

Kurt kissed Blaine gently and then pulled back, searching his eyes. “I love you.” He whispered.

Blaine’s lip trembled but he answered right away. “I love you too.”

Kurt pulled him close once more and this time there were no more rules between them, no more secrets, nothing but honesty and love. His fingers traced patterns down Blaine’s back and side, and Blaine responded by clutching at Kurt tighter, trying to draw him closer though they were as close as they could get laying on their sides as they were.

Finally Kurt pushed him back gently, laying him on his back and he began kissing him everywhere. A kiss to the jaw in that one spot that makes Blaine shiver. A kiss in the hollow of his neck. One on each perfectly molded shoulder. And one over his heart because they were together now and it was real. The kisses continued down Blaine’s chest, over the muscles of his stomach and around each side of him. They followed the path of each hip bone and then the coarse hair that ran down from his belly button. Kurt kissed the inside of each thigh and knee and tenderly worshiped each of Blaine’s calves. He left off kissing lower than that because Blaine was ticklish and he knew better than to press his luck.

Kurt ran his hands back up Blaine’s thighs and lowered himself so that he could spend some time worshiping certain other areas of Blaine’s anatomy which had been left out of the initial kisses. Kurt kept everything slow. They didn’t have to race against curfew or have Blaine sneak out when no one would be patrolling the hall. They had all night and all day tomorrow if they wanted it so there was no need to rush now. He lowered his head and kissed the very tip of Blaine’s dick.

When Blaine trembled beneath him and lifted his hips Kurt took pity on him and began running his tongue all around the head while curling his hand around the hard shaft. Then he sucked the tip into his mouth and sank his mouth all the way down, swallowing the head at the back of his throat. Blaine cried out above him and twisted beneath him and it was all so good Kurt could hardly stand it. He would have been happy to stay there until Blaine fell apart completely but he had so many other kisses to give, he just couldn’t stay. He bobbed his head for a couple of minutes though, sucking and running his tongue in random patterns, but then he pulled off with a pop.

“Roll over.” He told Blaine softly, and then Blaine complied though he whined at the loss of contact. Once he was settled comfortably Kurt began to repeat the process of kissing over each part of him the same way he’d done before. He started at the back of Blaine’s neck, ran over both shoulder blades and down both arms, he peppered kisses across the expanse of muscled back beneath him and his tongue darted out to taste the taut skin at the base of Blaine’s spine. He kissed lovingly over each globe of Blaine’s ass. Once he had covered the back of Blaine’s thighs with kisses he moved up and prompted Blaine to rise up on his knees.

Kurt spread Blaine’s cheeks with the palms of his hands and then he leaned forward kissing all around Blaine’s hole, slowly and gently just as he’d kissed every other part of him. Blaine, beautiful vocal Blaine, had begun to beg for more contact so Kurt started licking slow circles around his puckered skin.

“Mm, Blaine.” He murmured into the sensitive flesh there. His tongue became firmer and he pressed into Blaine, licking and stretching what he could reach. Kurt’s hands pulled tighter at Blaine’s cheeks, forcing them further apart and Blaine cursed softly into the pillow he was clutching. Blaine was bucking under his hands now and Kurt was trembling all over with his own need.

“Please Kurt, please!” He and Blaine had just about reached their limit for patience at the same time so Kurt pulled back long enough to grab the lube and a condom off the night stand where he’d placed them earlier and he slicked his fingers with the lube.

Blaine mumbled something that Kurt couldn’t hear but Kurt soothed him anyway with sweet words and kisses to his lower back as he slid one finger into Blaine’s tight hole. He watched as his finger disappeared into Blaine’s ass and it made him harder than he thought possible. Kurt knew he’d never get tired of watching this no matter how many times they’d done it before. Then he realized that this may as well be the first time because now it was done with love between them; with love and promises and hope.

Two fingers stretched Blaine carefully and a sheen of sweat broke out over Blaine’s back as he tried to hold still and be patient. Kurt could feel his hand shake as he pulled it out to press three fingers in. Blaine was still so tight around him and he knew he had to wait this part out no matter how much he wanted to be inside Blaine right now.

Finally, when neither of them could take any more and Blaine was practically sobbing as he begged for Kurt, Kurt slid his fingers out slowly and reached for the condom. Then he rolled Blaine over so they lay face to face as he pressed the head of his cock against Blaine’s entrance. He pressed forward slowly, forcing his body to comply as he waited for Blaine to open up beneath him. They both sighed as one when his dick passed the outer ring of muscles and he was able to sink further in.

When he was balls deep in Blaine’s ass he captured Blaine’s mouth in a devastating kiss. He poured every thought and feeling into that kiss, their bodies connected as one. Kurt wanted Blaine to feel he was loved not just hear it. Neither of them had to speak to know when it was time to move. They did so together, each rocking back then forward toward one another again. Kurt kept his eyes trained on Blaine’s as he moved inside him. It was intense and beautiful and painful and perfect all at once. Blaine, the beautiful boy that had given himself so freely to every one of Kurt’s whims had now taken Kurt’s heart as his own. Kurt wondered if he knew how completely he owned Kurt now.

Soon, too soon, their movements became hurried and then frantic. Kurt slammed into Blaine and Blaine lifted his hips into each thrust so that their bodies slapped together in the still of the room. Everything was heat and fire and toe curling pleasure as they held each other and fell into one another's eyes. Kurt felt his orgasm hurtling toward him and he was unable to slow down for even a second but the look on Blaine’s face said he felt the same way so that when Kurt came it was echoed immediately by Blaine’s and they shouted each others names and fell together kissing and squeezing and needing to never be apart.

They cleaned up only enough to be comfortable promising each other a long bath on the morning and fell asleep tangled n each others arms with whispered I love you’s hanging in the air.

Part Two

When Kurt wakes the next day he reaches for Blaine before he opens his eyes but Blaine isn’t there. Kurt waits for a moment, listening to the sounds of the room trying to hear if Blaine is in the bathroom but everything is really still and quiet. So he opens his eyes and is immediately confused.

It takes several long moments for him to see that he’s in his room at Dalton; alone. Then several more for him to realize that despite the vividness of his memories they are in fact not real, but rather a dream. Kurt curls over onto his side and pulls the cover up over his head because he doesn’t even want to begin to analyze why he was dreaming about confessing his love to Blaine or why he’s overcome with this hollow feeling this morning. It feels a lot like loss which is crazy because you can’t lose something you never had. He stops himself from texting Blaine. It wouldn’t make any sense to Blaine and it would only be giving in to this feeling that’s settling in the pit of his stomach; the feeling that only gets worse when he remembers that it actually is Valentine’s Day tomorrow. It’s going to be Valentine’s and because he doesn’t do romance or holidays he’s going to be in his room alone watching tv and ignoring his homework. That seemed like such a fantastic night in only a week or so ago but now with the memories of the dream filling his mind it just seems really depressing.

Kurt sits up eventually and cradles his head in his hands. It’s more than that though. He isn’t oblivious now to the fact that his self imposed solitude will also have a direct affect on Blaine. Probably. He isn’t arrogant enough to assume that Blaine has no plans what so ever, but if he has none it’s because the boy he sleeps with refuses to budge even a little to try and make anyone else happy; ever. The Blaine in his dream had been so elated at each turn the night took and that joy had given Kurt something.

He wanted to be angry. He wanted to fight the feeling that he was actually an asshole instead of someone who wisely knew how to protect their heart. Unfortunately he couldn’t make the images in his mind go away no matter how much he wanted them to and he couldn’t forget the way Blaine made him feel in the dream.

The thoughts haunted him all through his morning routine. He was dressed and ready for class and still those feelings just waited for hm. If he stopped long enough they might take over and that just was not an option for him no matter what. It didn’t matter that he wished he could give Blaine something small without giving him everything, because Kurt knew that even the barest hint of a gift on Valentine’s Day did mean something. Blaine would believe it meant so much more than anything Kurt was willing to offer.

It wasn’t until second period that Kurt had the idea. He couldn’t give Blaine anything for Valentine’s Day but that didn’t mean that no one could. In fact, if Blaine were to receive an anonymous gift from a secret admirer his day might just be pretty great. Kurt slipped off during lunch to place several calls and spend a ridiculous amount of money for a last minute flower delivery to Dalton. He chose pink roses because he knew he would never be free of the sight of Blaine lying out across a bed covered in their delicate petals. Then he had a card attached that said simply, from your secret admirer. Having made these arrangements Kurt felt a good deal lighter than he had before and he hoped the flowers would brighten Blaine’s day even if Kurt himself could not.

The next morning Kurt was surprised by a knocking at his door. When he answered it he found a freshman, by the looks of him, holding a vase of pink roses out to him. “These came early this morning and we’re trying to make sure everyone gets their deliveries before class.” The kid told him.

“No, no, these are supposed to go down the hall-“

“Had your name on the receipt so they go to your room; I just do what I’m told.” The kid practically thrusts the flowers at Kurt and then he disappears toward the stairs.

“Great, thanks!” Kurt called after him, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He set the vase on his night stand and hurried to pull on a robe. He would just have to race down the hall and leave the flowers outside Blaine’s room now before anyone inside was awake. Once he had his robe tied on he grabbed the flowers and headed out the door. No one was about and Blaine’s room was quiet as he set the vase down to the side of the door where it wouldn’t be accidentally stepped on, and then he hurried back to this room to get ready.

Since he and Blaine didn’t associate in public he couldn’t just walk up to him and get the scoop on Blaine’s day. Instead he covertly watched from afar and it seemed like maybe Blaine was having a good day. He smiled a lot and was even more animated in class than usual so by lunch Kurt was having a hard time staying away. Finally he grabbed Blaine in the hall on the way to their next period and shuffled him into an empty room. Kurt had planned to just kiss him senseless for a few long moments but when he when to pull Blaine close, he noticed a pink rose poking out of the top of Blaine’s bag.

Of course Blaine saw him notice and he immediately blushed. “Someone sent me flowers.” Blaine said, and his voice took on a tinge of guilt. Kurt couldn’t have that so he stepped close to Blaine and reached for the rose.

“It’s beautiful.” He appraised the flower carefully, turning it round in his fingers before sliding it back into Blaine’s bag. “It’s alright to get flowers.” Kurt said, trying to keep his voice light and unassuming.

“I know.” Blaine answered, but he didn’t look like he knew.

“I’m glad someone gave you flowers, Blaine.” Blaine looked like he wanted to discuss the matter further but Kurt didn’t know if he was capable of doing so. Instead he took Blaine’s face between his hands and kissed him softly.

Kurt had meant to leave it at that but found himself saying, “If someone has you back to Dalton tonight at a decent hour you should drop by. I’m just going to be in my room watching horror movies and eating too much junk food by myself. I wouldn’t mind some company.” Then he kissed Blaine once more, quickly and left for class.

At 7:04pm Kurt received a text that made him smile.

Blaine
Does your movie and junk food offer still stand?

Kurt
Of course! I’m just about to put on The Blob.

Blaine
The blob? Does that count as horror?

Kurt
It’s a classic, you’ll see!

Blaine got there a few minutes later with soda and candy to add to the mix. They settled up on Kurt’s bed leaning against the headboard and Kurt hit play on the DVD remote. The night was passed in a comfortable way, much more comfortable than Kurt had imagined. There didn’t seem to be anything tense about having Blaine here in a strictly platonic way and Kurt was glad in the end that he’d invited him over. Maybe this was something they could do again.

Kurt didn’t notice the moment when Blaine when from simply enjoying himself to having a fantastic time. He hadn’t seen something catch Blaine’s eye on the floor by the bed nor had he paid any attention when Blaine rolled off and reached for that something. “Dropped a junior mint.” Blaine had told him. So he couldn’t know that Blaine pocketed whatever it was he’d retrieved.

Later, back in his room, Blaine pulled the item out of his pocket and ran his fingers over it gently. It was a single pink rose petal, a perfect match for the roses on Blaine’s bedside table. Eventually he tucked the petal into the little envelope with the card from his secret admirer and fell asleep to thoughts of he and Kurt and the new possibilities that seemed suddenly within reach.