Every February, You'll Be My Valentine
Kurt looked so adorable when I asked him out to dinner tonight. His eyes – blue? gray? green? – lit up, and I wanted to jump up and sing my victory of landing a Valentine's date to the school (not that I did, because I don't want him to cancel on me because he realizes that I'm a complete dork)!
Why did tonight have to be so damn cold, though? I should have brought an extra jacket for tonight.
I should have checked the weather before I left. It was just so nice this morning, just the barest winter chill when I surprised Kurt at McKinley. The sky was so clear and blue then.
The sky kind of looks like Kurt's eyes right now. Clouds have started moving in, the gray (looks like a storm is heading this way; there'll probably be a thunder storm later) blending with the too blue sky as the sun sets. It's pretty. Like Kurt.
I really should have checked the weather before leaving. It's really cold tonight.
The first time I saw him, he had this deer-in-headlights look about him; he reminded me of a doe-eyed deer, just so innocent yet cautious. There was just something about him that I couldn't resist taking him on a "shortcut" to the senior commons (yeah, it actually was a longer pathway, but come on, he's cute and I'm a guy).
Dinner should be good; I think he likes French food, or did he only speak it? What if he thinks I'm being creepy, or too cheesy, by taking him to a French restaurant for our date? What if he thinks this is too soon? I just wanted this Valentine's to be romantic, to be perfect for him; he deserves it after everything he's been through this year.
I hope he doesn't get too pissed at me for ruining his shirt (I think it's Armani? Or was it the Alexander one?). I didn't think he'd mind me wearing it; I think he said the color brought out my eyes? Or maybe he said it went well with my skin tone? I don't know; it's one of the reasons I love Dalton – no worries about what to wear and whether or not it looks good. But Kurt was smiling (it's such an endearing smile; he could get me to do anything when he smiles at me likes that) when he had me try it, and about a million other things, on last week, so I figured he wouldn't mind me stealing it for tonight. Blood is really hard to get out though, even with dry cleaning.
Is it getting colder? I hope Kurt remembered to wear something warm tonight.
Where is he? Maybe he's waiting for me inside?
Wait, is that him? He's wearing the blue sweater, the one that makes him glow. Is he on the phone? Why?
He's looking at me; he's so beautiful. I could stare at him for hours without ever getting bored.
Wait, he looks upset; what's wrong, Kurt? It looks like he's saying something, but it's muffled; I can't hear it, can't hear his sweet voice.
No, don't cry Kurt; everything will be okay.
Don't cry, I hate seeing you cry.
Don't –
