The Secret Admirer
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee. And the sad truth is, even if the world ends on 12/21/2012, Ryan Murphy still won't share. Boo-hoo.
RATING: T for BOY x BOY romantic liaison, Fluff, Cliché and all that jazz.
A/N: I'm starting this February 4, 2012, a day before Darren's 25th birthday… and will finish on or before Valentine's Day. Enjoy. Reviews are love for Darren Criss :)
Chapter 1: Something's Up
010101010
Kurt bit his lip. It was exactly a week before Valentine's Day and he was still out of ideas on what to get or do for his boyfriend. He sighed as he sat down in his favorite spot in the library after his last period class got cancelled. Blaine had been such a great boyfriend all year long and he wanted him to know that. But everything Kurt thought of seemed so –so lame; giving him flowers or chocolates was too pedestrian, singing a song for him was too monotonous –for they always did that anyway even if there was no occasion; And don't even think about dinner at Breadsticks –that's just as lame as singing.
No, Kurt wanted to do something special, something he hasn't done before, just for Blaine. But he was at a complete loss on what exactly to do.
He took a deep breath as he pulled out his English assignment out of his bag.
'Maybe Yeats can inspire me,' Kurt thought ruefully. 'Being the quintessential Romantic poet and all…' Kurt flipped open his notebook and was about to make a summary of Yeat's life story when he suddenly was hit by a thought.
'That's it!'
Kurt quickly flipped his notebook onto the last page and began to scribble. About an hour later, he smiled.
'This is just perfect,' He then slipped his notebook back inside his bag and went outside. Now, he only needed to drop by the supplies store on his way home and get decent-looking stationery and he'll be all set.
010101010
Blaine walked out of his Algebra class and immediately pulled his phone out. He and Kurt had agreed to go out for coffee that day after class. He pushed number 2 on the speed dial and put the phone in his ear. It rang for a few times untilKurt's soft voice came on.
"Hello, Blaine?"
Blaine smiled.
"No, this is Darren Criss and I'm looking for Chris Colfer –I want to ask him out for my birthday,"
"Ha, ha, very funny. Darren is straight, Blaine –and his birthday was, like, two days ago –"
"Yeah, but, wait until he meets you," Blaine teased. "So are you at the parking lot? I'm dying for a tall cup of Caramel Macchiato after that horrible quiz on –"
"Oh, Blaine," Kurt breathed. "I –I'm sorry, I can't make it,"
Blaine furrowed his brows.
"Oh, so you made other plans?"
"Well, something came up and –" Kurt's voice was hesitant. Blaine sighed.
"It's okay, Kurt. I can just get the coffee and come over to your house later and –"
"No!" Kurt practically yelled over the phone. "I –I mean, I'm having a really bad headache and –"
"Do you want me to accompany you to the nurse –"
"NO, I –I'm already home. I just need to rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow, 'kay? Love you. Bye!"
Blaine stared at his phone's LCD as the line went off.
'That was just weird,' he thought. He sighed and slipped the phone back into his pocket. Something was up with Kurt and he hasn't got any clue on what it could be.
010101010
Kurt sat on his desk as he read the final draft. After a few minutes, Kurt blushed.
'That sounded a bit too… intense,' He had half a mind to just crumple the paper and forget everything. 'I don't talk like this! Nobody talks like this. But then again… I guess that's how it is supposed to be anyway,' Kurt sighed as he took out a clean sheet of stationery he got from the store. It was pale pink, with faint tulips and circles around the border.
'How tacky can you get?' Kurt thought, but then again, his choices had been limited; it was either this or that ridiculously neon pink one with glow in the dark hearts, or that regal-looking white and silver paper that suspiciously looked like it was fit for a wedding invite. 'Surely, that would scare off Blaine, not make him happy and giddy… it definitely will,'
Kurt was poised to start writing when he all of a sudden slapped his forehead.
'Duh! Of course, my handwriting is atrocious. If I wrote it down myself, I'd spend half the time reading the whole thing out to Blaine because he couldn't decipher my penmanship.'
He set his pen down and turned on his computer. A few minutes later, his laser printer was churning out a printed sheet of the pink stationery. Kurt pulled it off the tray and scanned it.
'Perfect,' he thought. But after a bit, he frowned. 'I can't believe I forgot to sign it!' Kurt then reached for his pen to add his name at the bottom of the page. But then, he decided against it.
'Nah, if I did that, it would look like as if it was just an afterthought. And besides, Blaine would know it's from me. I mean, who else would give him an early Valentine?'
Kurt then proceeded to fold the single sheet in thirds and slip it inside a matching envelope. He would slip it into Blaine's locker early tomorrow for a touch of added surprise.
010101010
Blaine stood outside the Hummel household the following morning. He knocked.
"Hey, kiddo!" It was Burt. "You're early –"
"Yeah," Blaine smiled. "I was just checking to see if Kurt was already set for school. He said he had a terrible headache last night and –"
Burt frowned.
"He did? Hmm… that's odd. He didn't mention it, but –he's already out,"
"What?" Blaine blurted out and checked his watch. "But –but it's still early."
"I know," Burt nodded. "You're earlier than usual, but Kurt's also up and about earlier than the usual. He drove off to school about twenty minutes ago. The look on his face –he was like in a rush to go to a Marc Jacobs pre-Valentine sale or something,"
Blaine raised his eyebrows. He then thanked Burt and stepped off the Hummel's front porch. Kurt was never a morning person.
'Okay, something's really up.'
01010101010
A/N: Short-ass chapter, I know, but what can I say? Stay tuned for Chapter 2. In the meantime, please tell me what you think! Can I get like 2 reviews for this chapter at least? Pretty please?
And oh, you can also check out my other Valentine Klaine fic: Roses Are Red… Yeah, But… if you want more fluff. Ciao -Eastwoodgirl