A/N: I would like to thank all of you who reviewed and subscribed to this story. I was tired of Kurtofsky stories making me cry, so I decided to write some fluff. That said, I apologize for any tears this chapter may cause. And also for my attempt at properly using any Spanish words.

Friday, February 10th

"Look what I just found in my locker!" Kurt practically sang as he entered the choir room. "'Bee Mine Forever, from Your Secret Honey'. I swear, this guy is such a romantic!"

Santana raised an eyebrow in approval at the card. They took their seats as Mr. Shue broke up another disturbing Finchel makeout so that Rory could sing.

His song had Kurt tearing up a bit, thinking of how much of a family New Directions really was. A lot of them hadn't always been there for him, or each other. Gaga knew how much they fought, but after going through so much together, their little band of misfits felt stronger than ever.

It honestly made him wonder what would come of all of this secret-admirer business. He'd allowed himself to get swept up in the fantasy, but who knew who this guy really was? There was a good chance that it wouldn't end in a happily ever after, or even a happy-right-now. It wasn't as though all those gifts could be a joke, no one would spend that much money and put such effort into an elaborate prank. And Kurt was sure by now that it couldn't be a well-intentioned friend trying to perk him up. There was definitely somebody, somewhere, who had real feelings for Kurt, who may have had them for awhile. And yet, even with all these wonderful, personalized gifts, he could potentially end up disappointed.

Kurt tried to stay upbeat throughout that day, but it turned out to be highly emotional for more than one reason. He found Mercedes in tears at lunch, and held her as she lamented her boy troubles.

"It's all my fault" she sobbed, wiping her eyes. "Sam was just...so sweet...he painted a little statue for me, Kurt! A little...three wisemen statue...like, one of the th-three wisemen..."

"Oh, 'Cedes" Kurt embraced his friend. "You don't always have to be the bigger person, you know. You can follow your heart."

"I...I just don't know what to do! Shane was...he cried, Kurt! I've n-never seen him cry..." she crumpled onto his shoulder. "It's okay, sweetheart. Let it out" Kurt whispered, rubbing her back.

His head snapped up when something large and...furry covered it. "V-Valentine gorilla...I don't think this is a good time-" the ape took Mercedes' hand, gently, and pulled her into a hug.

She sighed into its' soft shoulder. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Gorilla. I needed that." Noticing the package in his paw, she turned to her best friend. "It's okay, let's see what Kurt got today."

It was a small box, wrapped in shiny red paper with a white bow. Kurt opened it delicately, still concerned for his bestie rather than more gifts. When he saw what the box contained, he nearly dropped it in shock. There, nestled in red tissue paper, was what appeared to be a wedding cake topper. Only, instead of a bride and a groom, there were two grooms. Two little plastic figures in suits and ties, tiny gold wedding bands on their fingers. Kurt felt his chest constrict as he pulled a slip of paper from under the present.

"'Dear Kurt, One day you'll be able to marry whoever is lucky enough to have the gift of your love.'" He would have collapsed to the floor with the sheer admiration behindthose words, but the gorilla caught him in time. Kurt threw his arms around the tall creature's neck and let fresh tears fall. "Tell him thank you" he whispered. "Tell him no one has ever said anything so romantic to me in my life."

He inhaled deeply as the gorilla nodded, pulling away too quickly. Kurt frowned up at its face. "There's something so familiar about you..." he realized. The costumed one just shook its head and beat a hasty retreat down the hall. Kurt stared after him, his head swirling with confusion.

That Friday continued in the same dramatic vein. Mercedes sang "I Will Always Love You" to Sam, leaving the whole club in tears for the rest of the day. Kurt hugged her tightly as they said goodbye in the parking lot, promising a mall day tomorrow to get outfits for Sugar's party. They just needed a relaxing weekend, he assured her, and they'd hopefully be up for a good time by Tuesday. Mercedes seemed to be keeping it together, the song having been a perfect outlet for her troubles.

Something told Kurt not to over-share about this latest gift. It was way too personal; it said too much about his admirer's feelings. Which, evidently, were deeper than he'd realized. He settled for a simple status update; 'I hope I get to meet this admirer soon. He's clearly a very romantic man.'

Dave sat on his bed, breathing shakily. He could still feel Kurt's arms around him, his body against him, his whispered words of gratitude. It had to be the best moment of his life, having the boy he loved so close again, and this time for a good reason.

But it was too close of a call. Dave hadn't realized how afraid he was of being found out, not until Kurt was that near to him. He had to have an idea, now, who was sending him gifts. A cake topper, seriously? Dave thought of the old cake topper, the bride and groom, still buried deep inside his closet. What am I doing? He's never going to return my feelings, not when he finds out who I am. Oh God, I've been so stupid! Feeling a panic attack coming on, Dave quickly dialed the number he used in such situations.

"'Sup, querido?" Santana drawled.

"T-Tana" Dave tried to breathe more evenly. "I'm, uh, freakin' out a little bit. Is..is this a good time?"

"Ay, Dios mio" she whined in response. "Put your clothes back on, Britt. Yogi's having another crisis."

Dave rolled his eyes. "Please, don't stop...whatever you two are doing on my account. I'll be f-"

"Shut it, macho. You interrupted my lady kisses with your boy trouble...WAIT."

"Huh? What?"

"AY, QUE ESCANDALO! Davey, honey bear, do not tell me you're the big softy sending Lady Lips all those flowers and candy!"

"Um."

"Holaaaayy. Damn, big boy, didn't know you had it in you. But, good job."

"Wait, good job? What?"

"Haven't you been on Facebook lately? Fancy Pants is over the fuckin' moon. He won't shut up about his secret amor."

"Uhh..." Dave quickly turned on speaker phone, and opened Facebook again. Upon reading Kurt's status, his breathing quickened again. "Y-you don't understand, Tana. He hugged me! I, um, I came to McKinley, you know? In the, um, gorilla suit? And I gave him a gift, and he was so...so happy.."

"So? What's the problemo, then?"

"What's the...um, how about, he's gonna freak when..if he finds out, and he's gonna take out a fuckin' restraining order, and he won't be happy anymore, he'll..." Dave began to hyperventilate.

"Daaaaveeeyyy" came the sing-song voice of none other than Brittany Pierce. "In the middle of the night I'm in bed alone, don't care if you're glass, paper, styrofoam, when I need some water baby, coffee or gin..you're the only thing I wanna put them in..."

Dave was astounded at how oddly calming it was to hear his former beard and her ditzy girlfriend sing about a freakin' cup. Somehow, it managed to quell his nerves for the time being. "Thanks, you two" he said softly.

"Dave, you should totally tell Kurt you love him" Brittany enthused. "I think he'll be really happy."

"Thanks, Britt. I think I'll be okay."