(Cutting Straight To the Story)

Fearfully, Haruhi turned around to see two dozen balloons flooding the music room. Each one had a cheesy love saying like, "Be Mine", "You're the One for Me", and "I Love you".

And beneath all those balloons was a figure with a dozen, maybe a hundred, even a thousand roses in their hands, stepping forward and stumbling, almost dropping the lot of them.

"HARUHI?!" The familiar voice called, a bit muffled from the roses.

"WHERE"S MY VALENTINE?!"

This made Haruhi scoff. If the voice hadn't told her who it was, the sheer arrogance would've been a dead giveaway.

Tamaki.

"Suoh I never said you were my…"

Loud instruments interrupted her, the sound coming from behind the roses and the balloons.

Tamaki walked forward, making way for a large band, with OHS on each of their glossy uniforms.

Tamaki hired the entire school band for me?!

Any other girl would've swooned and insisted it were, "romantic."

But Haruhi was not that kind of girl.

"TAMAKI WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU," she shouted over the band. They were playing something she didn't recognize, maybe something Valentine's Day or love related?

As Haruhi walked forward to him, she realized his hands were dripping blood.

"Tamaki!"

After Haruhi pulled each and every rose carefully out of his hands, his face finally revealed, frozen in a smile as tears rolled out of his eyes.

"Haru…hi…these are… for you…" He whispered, still smiling, creeping Haruhi out a little bit.

With a harsh slap from Haruhi, Tamaki went back to 'normal', letting out a single deafening squeal.

"Oh Haruhi, I love you, I got my girl a Valentine's Day present, even though it's past Valentine's Day, rue Valentine's for falling on a Saturday! I would've sent you all this at your house but Kyoya wouldn't give me your home address, and I didn't think you'd want to wake up to all this splendor, being common and all…" Tamaki rambled as Haruhi tried to tend to his wounds.

Two pink soft hands lay in front of Haruhi, many tiny cuts scattered them, some bigger than others. Haruhi pulled out her first aid kit from her satchel, but Tamaki wouldn't have it.

"No, I want them. They are scars of love," Tamaki raised his hands, staring at them and drifting off into space.

The band had finished its number and left before Haruhi could even blink, leaving a disaster. Stomped roses and balloons cluttered the room, and a few drops of Tamaki's blood to top it off.

This was when Kyoya stepped in, trying to coax him from his fantasy.

"But you can never be a hand model," he articulated, barely looking up from his notebook.

Tamaki looked up, his dazzling blue eyes looking interested.

Haruhi opened her first aid kit, knowing he'd succumb to Kyoya, of all people. Untidy and cluttered were the only words to describe the small thing as Haruhi gaped at it. Rummaging around the disordered box, she finally found her pack of Band Aides.

"It'd be very costly for the Host Club if you're holding a girl's hands and yours are simply terrible looking." Kyoya added, writing something. No one ever knew what he was writing. With his cool, almost-creepy demeanor and his know-how of everyone's everything, sometimes people didn't want to.

"Oh Mommy why do you have to be so right!? Fine Haruhi…. You can repair my wounds, my love." Tamaki lifted his hands as if he were just crowning the next king.

Overly dramatic as always, Haruhi reflected as she laid various bandages and antiseptic medicine on Tamaki's fingers and palms.

"All better." She smiled as she put her stuff away, Tamaki gawking at the now 'repaired wounds'.

"OH THANK YOU HARUHI THANK YOU. YOU DID SO WELL I LOVE MY LITTLE GIRL!" Tamaki pulled her into a hug, kissing her cheek in the process.

Haruhi couldn't break out of the awkward hug, her arms pinned to the sides.

Before she could round up Mori to take him away, Tamaki released his grip, going down on one knee.

Haruhi started blushing, looking around, wondering why anyone hadn't stopped Tamaki yet. Perhaps they saw the intense passion and devotion in his eyes and knew he couldn't be stopped.

Tamaki reached into his pocket, pulling out a heart-shaped adorned box.

"Haruhi Fujioka, will you be mine?"

(I can't I can't I can't I can't…. Haha so this is Chapter Two of Will You Be My Valentine…. I hope you guys enjoyed it, and duh, it was Tamaki! No one else could be that ridiculous (or that romantic) *adopts old superhero TV show announcer voice* So stay tuned for the next chapter- Will Haruhi say yes to Tamaki? What's in the box? Who did Haruhi write in the 'space provided'? Comeback next time for Will You Be My Valentine (hehe) xoxo)