Update: I've added an alternate ending! I put it in as Chapter 2.

Check it out, let me know which ending you prefer, if you want to!

New Rating: Rated M for Paranoia. (For safety, actually. Everyone can choose their reading and maturity level but they should be warned of suggestive content.)

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I've been enjoying all of the Klaine one-shots on here, so as a Valentine to all the authors who have inspired me, I wanted to try one of my own. My stories keep ending up longer than I intended, so this one is just a short and fun little Klaine Valentine!

(Here's the standard disclaimer of not owning or writing for Glee.)

You Make Loving Fun

"WHY has this Fleetwood Mac song been stuck in my head all day? Like, ALL DAY?"

"Uh, Blaine, maybe it's because you think your boyfriend 'makes loving fun' or something? Maybe? You think?" David was a bit tired of not only hearing "You Make Loving Fun" being sung or hummed by his friend all day, but also hearing him incessantly talking about Valentine's Day and his worries of what to do about it.

"Listen, Blaine, why don't you write about all this? Instead of talking about it. Hey, you could write Kurt a Valentine's Day card. That'll keep you busy, uh I mean, that'll help you feel better about being a good boyfriend since that's what you've actually been worrying about."

"Yeah! Thanks, Dave!"

David just shook his head and laughed at his love-sick friend running down the hall to get some writing materials.

When Kurt finally found Blaine in the third commons room he tried, he saw why his boyfriend had been out of sight for a while. The kid was sitting on the floor surrounded by construction paper, markers, a notebook, a computer, assortments of pens and colored pencils and pastels… and his hands were blackened from his attempts at drawing with chalks and pastels, with one black streak down the side of his oh-so-masculine and sexy neck.

With a little laugh, Kurt slid behind him, leaning against the couch and getting Blaine to lean back on him. "So… who are you making a Valentine for…?" Blaine melted into him at the sound of that sing-song-y mock-question.

"I'm not doing very well… It turns out I can't draw at all, no matter how inspired I might be to draw something for you…" He leaned deeper into Kurt at that, and Kurt brought his head down to brush his cheek along Blaine's, causing Blaine to turn and steal a little kiss on the corner of his lips. Kurt nibbled Blaine's neck and then his ear a bit and said, "well, I have a little something I made for you," and pulled a disk out of his jacket pocket and grabbed the computer so he could pop it in and hit play.

"Oh my gosh, Kurt, this is awesome!" It was a montage of photos of the two of them and all their friends and even a few of their shared favorite references and inspirations and so forth, set to the musical background of three songs, the first one a duet the two had sung together and recorded just for practice but had turned out so beautifully that people said they should tour together on the folk circuit or something, the second one being the favorite recording Kurt had of anything Blaine had ever sung, and the third was new to Blaine, because Kurt had just recorded none other than "You Make Loving Fun" for him and for this video Valentine card, since he had noticed him humming it all day.

"I am seriously such a bad boyfriend!"

"Don't be ridiculous. You're the best."

"Kurt, I've been working all afternoon and everything I write sounds sappy or stupid or vapid or cliché, and everything I draw is… well… look at it! I should be able to come up with something great for you! Like you did. You're obviously just too good for me! I don't deserve you!"

"Blaine, I think someone needs lots and lots and lots of kisses, STAT." He turned Blaine's face toward his and covered his lips with so many luscious, playful, passionate, forceful, soft, delicate, and deep kisses that Blaine didn't know what hit him but somehow and at some point had ended up sprawled amidst his attempted drawings, getting chalk and pastel all over his shirt but not caring in the least. He saw that Kurt had even gotten some pastel on his jacket, which was so uncharacteristic of him to not care, that his heart swelled with the thought that kissing him passionately and thoroughly was more important to Kurt than protecting his clothing. Wow!

"You know what, Kurt? I'm so stupid. Why am I trying to write greeting card fodder and draw things? I know I'm not good at that! I was just so into creating something really special for you. I wanted to pour my heart out to you in some way. But… all along… I kind of already have something I've been working on for a while…"

He took Kurt's hand, left all the junk behind only bothering to take his computer, and led his boyfriend up to his room.

"Did you know that I write songs, and I think I want to compose for musicals someday?"

"I had some hints to that effect, yes." Kurt went to sit on Blaine's lap, slinking himself up between his arms being careful not to jostle the guitar being strummed.

"Well I haven't been able to finish this song, but I think it's because I can't imagine the ending quite right yet…" He began the song, which was all about pining over someone, then wanting them more and more, even after they get together, and a desire to get as close as possible, and closer than that, and let their love take them as far as they can conceive… but Blaine said it was missing something… the last part just seemed contrived and silly.

Kurt said it sounded like the ending was trying to pretend that he understood what it is like to share absolutely everything with someone else. And maybe it's because he hasn't really… done that yet.

"Well, the song is about you, so you'd think I'd be able to express that…"

"Ah, but you haven't shared that kind of everything with me yet either."

"Ah."

"Hmmmm."

Kurt made a decision, which actually he realized he had made weeks ago, and he took the guitar out of Blaine's hand, led him to the couch, began to unbutton Blaine's shirt one painfully slow button at a time, and told him all he needed to know by the look in his eyes.

By morning, Blaine had finished Kurt's song.

And it was beautiful.