I knew I was going to have a horrible Valentine’s week this year.

It’s always been my favourite holiday and something inside of me can’t completely hate it, but without Kurt here what’s the point?

I’m not the only one suffering. Poor Tina has spent most of the week crying. It’s her first Valentine’s day without Mike since her freshman year and she’s taking it pretty hard. Still, they’re at least constantly texting. I haven’t spoken to Kurt in almost four days because he’s told me that he’s got a performance this week and he’s really busy preparing for it.

I’m honestly trying not to let any of this get to me. It’s just difficult when you’re lonely and you’re surrounded by what feels like a million couples making out all the time. Instead of looking at them I open my locker and wonder if the gift I sent Kurt will arrive safely.
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That’s when I see it - a small box sitting in front of my Geometry books. There’s a small note attached to it. Trembling, I pick up the box and unfold the small piece of paper. It’s written in Kurt’s handwriting.

Times Square can’t shine as bright as you… K x

Inside the box is a small snow globe of Times Square. A note underneath the lid of the box says ‘Turn it upside down :)’ and I obey, finding a small switch. I flick it to the side that says ‘on’ and gasp as the�miniature sculpture underneath the glass lights up.�

I grin so hard I’m afraid my cheeks are going to split, but I can’t help it. It was so sweet and unexpected and Valentine’s day is only in two days.�

I hum “Hey There Delilah” all day.

xxx

I’m still happy the next day even though I’ve spent most of the morning comforting Tina about the fact that Mike won’t be able to come down to Ohio for the weekend like he had originally planned to. There’s a small part of me that’s sad that that hadn’t even been an option for Kurt and me because of the week he’s having, but it doesn’t affect me too badly because Kurt has clearly found a way of making this week special even though it seemed to be going all wrong.

I wonder who he’s got in on it. He must have asked someone who knows my locker combination to put it in there. The only person who I know has my combo is Tina, but I can’t ask her because I don’t want to make her feel worse about the Mike thing. Instead I content myself thinking that Kurt Hummel is actually magical.

I find another box in my locker just after lunch that day. The note on this one is a little longer and I smile as I read it.�

In case you were wondering, there will be one tomorrow too. I’m so sorry this week is so weird, but I promise I’m going to make it up to you. Until then I got you this. I know it’s not the typical Valentine’s gift, but I hope you’ll like it anyway. I love you so much. - Kurt xx

“Aw, I love you too,” I say softly, biting my lip as I open the box. Inside I find a bow tie covered in yellow and red roses.�

“Kurt…” I whisper, tears springing to my eyes. I want to wear the thing there and then, but I realize that it won’t match my outfit at all and the worst thing I could do to Kurt is to use such a meaningful, thought-out gift to commit a fashion crime.

I immediately begin plotting my wardrobe for the next day, feeling decidedly more optimistic about the holiday than I had been at the beginning of the week.

xxx

By this point I should be have been completely repulsed by all the pink and red balloons, candy hearts and cupid cutouts, but I find myself filled with anticipation. If the previous two days are anything to go by, Kurt has got something amazing planned for today and I can’t wait to see what it is.

The first few classes of the day seem to drag by and it’s all I can do not to cheer when we’re interrupted by “Cupid” - some poor freshman who got pulled into wearing angel wings and handing out cards and roses all day. I’m surprised when he hands me a card, but I smile and thank him before hastily opening it to see what’s inside.

The card is plain white with a bold, red heart on the front. I open it and for the third time this week I smile at Kurt Hummel’s handwriting.

Hey, you.
Your real present will be in the auditorium straight after school. This is just to remind you of how amazing you are until then.
All my love
Kurt x

I can’t help but beam and run through theories as to what could be waiting for me in the auditorium. Perhaps he’s organised some of the glee kids to sing me a message. Or perhaps he’s giving me something that I could only appreciate at the spot where we had so many amazing moments together.

Classes become infuriatingly slow after that. I literally stare at the clock for the rest of the day, unable to do anything else. Luckily the teachers seem to have given up on the idea of trying to teach us after Cupid has proved to be too big a distraction.

I can’t help the little thrill that runs up my spine as the final bell of the day rings. This is it. I can finally make my way to the auditorium and see what Kurt has planned for me.

I almost squeal when I see the giant white box tied with a red ribbon standing center-stage. I compose myself quickly, however, because I have no idea who might be around. Someone is in on this and I don’t want to look like an idiot in front of them, no matter how excited I am.

I walk up to the giant box and smile when I see there’s another note attached to it.

This will be my last note. Pull the ribbon. :) x

I waste no time in obeying, pulling the ribbon with all my might and holding my breath as the sides of it collapse to the ground revealing…

“Brad?” I ask confusedly as I take in the sight of the glee club’s piano player, looking completely deranged. His face is arranged into some kind of�maniacal grimace and to be honest, it’s frightening.
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“Kid paid me five hundred bucks to stand in this box and then play a song. He gave me an extra hundred if I promised to smile.”

“Well,” I say as I try to wrap my mind around the terrifying expression on his face, “uh, I’d say you’ve fulfilled that part of your contract.”

“Thank god,” he says, his face immediately falling into it’s usual slump. He makes his way to the piano and my heart starts beating furiously. What is going on here?

Brad plays the intro to “The Way You Look Tonight” and my heart rises in my chest. So he�has�organised someone to sing to me. I can’t wait to see who it is. I spin around trying to catch someone out of the corner of my eye, but I don’t see anyone.�

Then suddenly I hear it - the voice I’ve been hoping to hear all week.�

“Some day, when I’m awfully low, when the world is cold,�I will feel a glow just thinking of you and the way you look tonight.”

I try desperately to see where he is - it doesn’t make sense if this is just a recording. I finally see him walking down the steps at the back of the auditorium, making his way to the stage - to me. I tell myself not to cry, but it’s nearly impossible. this is too perfect to fully comprehend.

I wasn’t even expecting to be able to speak to him via text this week and yet here he is, right in front of me singing me one of my favourite songs. He takes my hand and electricity shoots up my arm. It’s been so long - too long.

He sings the last soft notes of the song and I waste no time in reaching up for his face and standing on my toes to kiss him fiercely. We stand like that for several moments, both reminding ourselves of all the things we missed the most about each other, until I pull back.

“You weren’t supposed to get taller,” I say and Kurt chuckles.

“Well, sorry, it’s not really in my control,” he says, his arms around my waist. It’s so perfect, standing here with him that I almost forget that his being here is something out of the ordinary.

“How long have you been planning this for?” I ask. Brad begins to play a slow melody with a knowing smile and I can’t help but sway in time to the music. Kurt grins as we begin dancing.

“Well, pretty much since you said that you weren’t really looking forward to Valentine’s day this year,” says Kurt softly as he presses his forehead to mine. “My heart almost broke when you said that because this is usually your favourite holiday.”

“It still is,” I say with a smile. We sway in silence for a few moments, simply reveling in the fact that we’re together, before Kurt laughs.

“You’re wearing the bow tie,” he says.

“I had to,” I say. “I couldn’t yesterday because I was wearing green.”

“Ooh,” says Kurt with an understanding frown. “No you couldn’t have.”

I laugh, before looking back up at him.

“So any more surprises, Mr Hummel?” I ask.

“Well, other than dinner tonight, not really,” he says.

“Awesome,” I say. “That means that I am treating you to a grande non-fat mocha.”

He grins mischievously.

“Only if we can split one of those cupid cookies.”

“You’re on,” I reply, wondering not for the first time what I’ve done to deserve the most amazing man in the world.