The final bell rang, signaling an end to the long day. Kurt threw his bag over his shoulder and hauled it all the way to his locker, which was on the other side of the school. By the time he got there, his shoulders were aching, his feet were sore, and his mood had dropped lower than it already was. Blaine hadn't showed up at school all day, and he hadn't answered any of his texts. Not that he texted in class. That would be wrong…
A day without his ex-Warbler was like a day without moisturizing: It couldn't be done.
Kurt shoved books and papers into his locker roughly, becoming even more peeved when they crumpled and ripped. He growled out loudly, kicking his locker door. The girl beside him shut her locker quickly and ran off, certainly scared for her life. As she should be, he thought grimly.
A few wrinkly papers fluttered to his polished shoes, much to his annoyance. Kurt stooped low to pick them up, grumbling about how papers should know their place. While he was mumbling particularly nasty things about the floor, a soft tune started to fill the empty hallway. It started out very quiet, then eventually grew slightly louder until Kurt looked up. Sam and Puck stood before him, plucking lightly at their guitars. He got up, putting the papers in his locker and shutting the door. The tune was nothing elaborate; just a few notes repeated over and over, like background music.
"What's going on?" He finally asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder. Luckily, the hallway was completely empty. Puck and Sam stepped aside from each other, parting to make way for another boy. Kurt slapped his hand over his mouth, muffling a gasp. From between the two boys, Blaine stepped forward, a grin spreading across his features.
Blaine had on… Well, Kurt had no words to describe what his boyfriend was wearing. It looked like something straight out of a Renaissance Fair, right down to the poofy, colorful pants and the feather protruding from his hat. He had to close his eyes and put his other hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.
"Blaine," he started, keeping his eyes shut, "what…?"
"O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night," he opened his eyes, watching as his boyfriend recited Shakespeare so easily. It flowed out from his mouth like he had been, Kurt smiled, practicing all day.
"Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows." Blaine walked forward slowly to the beat coming from the two quiet guitars. When he stopped walking, he was but one foot from Kurt. He reached forward, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. Kurt grinned at his boyfriend, thinking that he was so wonderfully, adorably dorky.
"The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." Blaine kissed Kurt's hand and grinned over at him. The only sound in the hallways was the monotonous tune from the guitars, and Kurt couldn't stop the mad smile that stretched across his face. He leaned forward, kissing his boyfriend then throwing his arms around him in a tight hug. The huge feather tickled his nose, making him giggle uncontrollably.
"I love you so much," he whispered, leaning back so he could look into his big brown, puppy-dog eyes. Blaine kissed him again, pressing his soft lips against his own hungrily. "You kiss by the book," Kurt joked, biting his bottom lip to hold back a giggle. His boyfriend grinned, looking even more a-dork-able than ever.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he whispered, leaning in for another kiss as the guitars slowly walked onward, still playing the harmonious, gentle song.
Notes: I don't own Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, nor do I own *sigh* Glee.