AN: Prompt on tumblr was for fluffy chocolate roses. :)
"Fluffy chocolate roses?" repeated Kurt as he read the text from Rachel. What did that even mean? He texted her back his confusion.
"Just find them," she texted back.
There were times Kurt so wished he could understand the female thought process. He Googled the phrase, but came up with nothing but some vague comments on a cooking website.
"Fluffy chocolate roses," he said out loud in the conference room at Vogue as he tapped a pen against the glass table. Paul stopped when he heard Kurt speak.
"If you're going to get them, you'd better get them early. They usually sell out pretty quickly in the mornings and evenings. They're the new cronut. But it hasn't really been discovered but by the most avid of food enthusiasts."
"What is it?"
Paul laughed. "You'll see."
And see Kurt did. Paul had told him that the treat was at a new chocolate shop in Hell's Kitchen. There was a small line, but he had seen worse at Starbucks in Times Square. Once he got inside, he saw what she had meant. And was very amused. Out on the shop cabinet was whipped chocolate styled in the shape of a large rose bloom about the size of a cupcake under a glass cloche. They were so meticulously crafted you would have thought they were real instead of being white, milk, or dark chocolate ganache. They were quite beautiful. And probably time consuming to make since the chocolate was so fluffed and airy. A clerk was setting out a box of wrapped chocolates when Kurt approached her, pointing to the chocolate roses.
"Are those vegan friendly?"
The clerk nodded. "Those particular ones are not, but we do make some that are."
"Do you perhaps have a dozen?"
The girl's eyebrows went up into her hairline. "I can check."
Once the clerk had gleefully rung up his purchase (he was beginning to suspect she worked on commission — did one even do that in a chocolate shop?) she had even helped pack them with cooling packs as he headed home on the subway. He was grateful for the elevator as the box was getting heavy at that point. He had barely gotten the door open when he saw Rachel walk into the living room, waddling carefully to come greet him. She had a hand on her very protruding baby belly. He kissed her cheek and presented the box to her.
"Happy Valentine's Day, even if it is about three days too early."