Author's Note: I don't own anything. Technically, the idea for this story even belongs to someone else. A little girl, who knows I love writing stories, requested a story about "a girl and a flower." Granted, I'll never let her read this as she is six, but still I hope I did the idea justice.
They'd never even had a proper Valentine's Day, Kurt thought to himself, almost disgusted by the thought. He started at the bouquets of flowers – each proclaiming sentiments such as "True Love" and "Forever" or "Be Mine" – and he couldn't help but scowl. They'd known each other for over three years (and he'd loved her the entire time), but they still hadn't had a proper Valentine's Day.
She was finally back, really back, only days before.
There were no more secrets, but there was still pain. He loved her, and she loved him. He knew that. But sometimes it felt like love wasn't enough. That they could never be truly happy together, not after everything.
Even still, he'd felt the desire to do something to mark the occasion. They were together, they were married, but in other ways, they felt further apart than ever. It didn't seem right to shower her with roses and chocolate (maybe next year, he allowed himself to wish hopefully). Even the cards felt to sickeningly sentimental.
But… he loved her.
Always had.
And always would.
He knew that as a fact, then. Not that it was ever in doubt, really. But that was enough. They'd made it through so much together. Maybe they were a little broken, a little worse for the wear, but they'd still made it through, and they still loved each other.
Finally allowing himself to look, really look, at the flowers in front of him, he knew he had to make a decision. He loved Jane, and it was Valentine's Day. Roses might have been the classic choice for Valentine's Day, but they still didn't feel right. There were carnations, tulips, lilies, more flowers, more colors, than he could ever identify. But still, none of them felt right.
Kurt sighed, feeling almost as dejected as he did when he first walked in. How could love be enough if he couldn't even find the right flowers for Valentine's Day? He turned, almost ready to walk away, find some simple gift, maybe a teddy bear or chocolate, that could do the job instead.
That's when the bright yellow flowers caught his eye.
Daffodils.
They were set in the corner, away from all the hearts and roses for Valentine's Day, mixed in with a few other flowers Kurt couldn't identify. He walked over slowly, studying them as he got closer. Their world had been so dark recently; these flowers seemed to shine through it all. He felt an odd sense of hope looking at them – that they could make it through.
Kurt picked up the bouquet, smiling for the first time in days. Next year would be for roses, he knew that now. Roses, and fancy dinners, and anything else they wanted. But this year, all they needed was hope.
Daffodils actually stand for "new beginnings" which is what you'll learn when you do google searches about flowers at midnight on February 13. And then you wait for the kid to go to sleep so you can type this before carpool.