A/N: So here it is! Valentine's Day! We hope you enjoy. This chapter has double smut which might seem like a lot, but see it as kind of a present because you might want to kill us after next chapter. Eeeep!
I(Cait) had a really hard time writing this chapter, and scrapped my scenes about 3 separate times, so I hope you enjoy the finished product, which took me forever to be happy with!
As always, we don't own Glee. Read&Review!
PS- This story is both of our first times writing any sort of smut, so please if it comes off as awful, don't hesitate to let us know, give us pointers, help us improve, etc. Any type of criticism is welcome.
Chapter 12
One would think that after telling Jeremiah that Kurt was the one he loved, that Jeremiah would get the hint and stop trying to get in touch with him. No such luck. Blaine was lying in his bed totally exhausted one night after work and looked at his phone. 3 Missed Calls. Blaine groaned. They were all from Jeremiah. He unlocked his phone and dialed into his inbox.
Hey, Blaine. It's me. Jeremiah. Again. I just don't understand why you won't give me a chance. We could be great together Blaine. We were great together. Just think of how much better it would be now. I could take you out on dates. It would be amazing. I still really care for you Blaine. I know I messed up, but I'm asking for another chance. If you loved Kurt as much as you claimed, you wouldn't have met me for coffee in the first place, Blaine. You still think about me. Maybe even have feelings for me. Just give me a chance. Please.
Blaine hit delete and didn't even bother listening to the other two voicemails before throwing his phone across the bed and rolling onto his stomach. He laid there for a few minutes, contemplating the ridiculous voicemails that Jeremiah had been leaving. They were unnecessary and annoying. When he had told Kurt, his boyfriend wanted to go to him himself and give him a piece of his mind. Blaine had told him that it was fine, that Jeremiah would back off eventually, but that didn't seem to happening any time soon.
He hadn't seen his gorgeous boyfriend all weekend and it was killing him. He knew that it was killing Kurt too, and they both were anxious to get back to school tomorrow. Blaine rolled over onto his back and reached for his phone to call Kurt.
"Hey babe!" Blaine said as soon as Kurt answered the phone.
"Hello there." Kurt responded, and Blaine could feel the grin across spread across his boyfriends face.
"So I figured I'd tell you that Jeremiah called again today—three times." Kurt groaned on the other end of the phone.
"THREE TIMES? That boy is relentless! Blaine, are you sure you don't want to say something to him? Or that you don't want me to say something to him? You ignoring the situation is clearly not getting the point across." Blaine sighed.
"I really think we should give it a couple more days. He'll be going back to school soon and he'll probably stop." Kurt begrudgingly agreed.
The two jumped into a more pleasant conversation after that. They exchanged I love you's after about an hour and Blaine got ready for bed and fell asleep with thoughts of his perfect boyfriend floating around in his head.
Simply put, Kurt had lied. Okay, well not lied, really, but not exactly told the truth either. He had made plans to confront Jeremiah even after Blaine told him not to. He was planning on telling Blaine after the fact, but this was just something he really felt he had to do. And he knew Blaine would understand. And maybe even appreciate the fact that Jeremiah stopped leaving him inappropriate voicemails.
So that's how Kurt found himself sitting face to face with a smug looking Jeremiah at some run down coffee shop on the outskirts of Lima, The Green Planet. Kurt was the first one to speak.
"Listen, Jeremiah. I'm just going to cut right to the chase here. I'm Blaine's boyfriend, okay? You need to back off. He's not interested in rekindling an old flame. He loves me, and I love him more than anything in this world. We're finally happy together. Do you have any idea what I've gone through looking for him? What Blaine suffered through, after you left him? Remember, Jeremiah. You left him. I don't care how much you regret it. And I know you do regret it, because Blaine is a perfect boyfriend and you'd have to be an absolute idiot to leave him. The bottom line is this- leave Blaine alone. If he wants to contact you, he will. But unlike you, I recognize a good thing when I see it, so don't expect us to break up and have him come crawling back into your arms anytime soon-anytime ever. We're blissfully happy, and it's only because Blaine is too sweet-and that you can't take a hint, apparently, that I'm even lowering myself to speak to you. Go back to school and leave us the hell alone. And so help me if I ever find out you've tried contacting Blaine again."
Kurt stood, leaving Blaine's ex in a wide-eyed, shocked puddle in the shop. He had spun around in his heeled boots, and headed toward the door when-
"Wait, Kurt." Jeremiah had uttered, and by some strange force within him, Kurt had listened to what the older boy said.
"Just-take care of him, okay? I know I screwed up with him, and I know he loves you-he told me. But if I can't have him, I want the person who does to make him happy."
"Trust me, Jeremiah," he'd replied, the tiny bit of remorse he had toward the boy flashing out of his mind. "Blaine will never be unhappy as long as he's with me. That's a guarantee."
Well that went better than expected.
"All right, Warblers! Great job today! See you all tomorrow!" Wes dismissed them, and Kurt and Blaine filed out with the rest of them. They held hands as they walked through the corridor to the exit by the parking lot.
"I wish you could stay for a little while," Kurt pouted, knowing the answer but silently asking anyway,
"Me too, Kurt," Blaine replied, crossing the fingers of his free hand behind his back. "But I really need to get started on my essay if we're going to spend this weekend together."
"I guess you're right," Kurt grumbled, and they kissed for a few minutes before Blaine walked outside.
Happy his deception hadn't been caught, Blaine headed home to where an essay wasn't waiting for him. In fact, he was actually getting everything prepared for their Valentine's weekend together.
Sophia was once again going to be spending the night with Sean, so Blaine and Kurt would be having a romantic evening at the apartment. Sophia was also allowing Kurt to spend the night unsupervised. Blaine had been spending every second of his spare time getting ready for Kurt.
He had gone crazy cleaning for the event, so much so that Sophia had joked he should be wearing a black-and-white uniform. He'd also spent time figuring out just exactly what he was going to do to woo his boyfriend silly. And then of course, he'd been mentally preparing for the fact that he and Kurt would be entirely alone in the apartment overnight for the first time ever. Blaine wanted the week to fly by-it was only Wednesday, and he couldn't wait for Saturday night.
Luckily, the Warblers were rehearsing so much that it helped keep his mind busy. There would be three numbers performed at Regional's: a solo by Kurt, a group number led by Kurt, and a duet between Kurt and Wes. While Blaine loved that his boyfriend was the undisputed leader of the Warblers, he wished that he could be the one to sing a duet onstage with him.
They got through their rehearsal on Friday somewhat painlessly. When Wes dismissed them, Blaine was stopped by Nick and Jeff who were badgering him about whether or not he'd talked to Santana and Quinn since New Years. Kurt had slipped out of the room with the rest of the group, and when Blaine finally escaped the Inquisition, he noticed his boyfriend was deep in conversation.
Kurt had his back to Blaine, so he could see exactly who his boyfriend was talking to: Trent Barber. Blaine froze in shock. After what Kurt had told him, Blaine had thought Kurt would never speak to him again. But from the looks of it, the two were enjoying a semi-not-awkward conversation. Blaine sidled up next to Kurt, slipping his arm around his waist.
"Hey Kurt," Blaine said nonchalantly, rubbing his fingers just inside Kurt's hipbone in a way that he knew would make his boyfriend swoon. Kurt nearly melted on the spot, making a hasty goodbye to Trent as Blaine pulled him into a nearby stairwell.
The two barely made it behind closed doors before their mouths were on each other's, their tongues meeting as their lips parted. Blaine's hands were all over Kurt's back and sides, pulling him as tight to his chest as he could.
Hearing voices entering the stairwell, they separated grudgingly, and Blaine allowed Kurt to lead him upstairs. There, he slammed the door shut and locked it, thankful that Finn was meeting Rachel at the mall for dinner that night.
Blaine pivoted from the lock to find that Kurt was already splayed across the bed, blazer and shoes off and tie loosened. Blaine immediately tossed his jacket aside, kicking his shoes across the room and losing his tie entirely. He climbed into the bed with Kurt, who immediately groped his face and molded their mouths together. They rapidly unbuttoned their shirts without too much breaking of the kiss, something they'd gotten far too good at.
"Blaine!" Kurt breathed after a few minutes, feeling himself growing hard. His boyfriend responded by pulling him on top of him, letting his hands slide down to Kurt's perfect behind.
"Kurt, please." Blaine said as Kurt moved his lips to Blaine's neck and ran his hands down his boyfriend's sides with a moan. He felt his rock-hard cock in his pants press against Kurt's matching erection as they jammed into one another.
"Oh my god, Kurt!" HIs eyes were dark, full of lust, and he loved the sensation of Kurt against him.
Kurt loved how he made Blaine sound like that, and that he was the only one who could make him sound that way.
"Kurt, please-touch me," Blaine said desperately, knowing he wouldn't be able to coherently say much else. He was getting far too close, and he loved the feel of Kurt on him. Kurt responded sliding to the side of his boyfriend and unbuttoning his pants. Then he slid down the gray pants and underwear, lightly grasping the throbbing cock he found. Blaine matched Kurt's actions. They pumped each other simultaneously for just a few seconds, and then they came within seconds of each other.
Laying on their backs next to each other in the bed, they breathed heavily, inhaling the smell of sex and hormones and each other. They knew they were young and that this was still new, but in that second, they both were thinking that this was love, and it was perfect.
"Kurt, as much fun as that was," Blaine started, finally coming down off his orgasm-induced high, "Why were you talking to Trent in the hallway earlier?"
Kurt turned himself around in his boyfriend's arms to look him in the eyes. "He approached me. He said that his parents told him they saw us before Christmas. I guess he was just trying to be the bigger person. I don't know, honestly. We didn't talk much before you came up and stole my attention." Kurt laughed lightly.
It had been a few days since the meeting with Jeremiah and Kurt had decided it time to approach the subject with Blaine.
"So speaking of awful ex-boyfriends, has Jeremiah left you any new messages lately?"
"No! He hasn't. I told you he would stop after a while."
"Well that might not entirely be because he felt like it…" Kurt started
"What do you mean?"
"I may have met up with him to confront him about anything, but before you get mad, " Kurt could see the anger flicker in his eyes, "It was for the better. He wasn't going to stop, Blaine and you know that. It had to be done. He was understanding, believe it or not. He kind of just sat there and let me speak. And at the end, he told me to make you happy." Kurt stole a hesitant glance up at Blaine.
Blaine smiled down at him and ran his hand through his curly hair. "You're probably right, babe. It's for the better. He's finally gone." Blaine sighed and wrapped his arms around the boy tighter, before looking over at the clock.
"I think I should probably go though, it's getting late and Finn will probably be back soon.."
Kurt nodded, "You're probably right." He rolled away from Blaine, propping himself up on his elbows and pouting his lips.
"One more kiss before you go?"
Blaine chuckled, "Like you even have to ask."
Kurt was busily preparing for his Valentine's date with Blaine. For once, Kurt wasn't repressing an urge to destroy all the red, pink, and white that had been taking over department stores since early January. It would be his first time having a date on February 14th, and best of all, it was someone he truly loved.
From the second he realized he would have someone on Valentine's Day (sometime in late November) Kurt had had a million ideas running through his head. But some seemed too simple and easy, while others had been far too complex (the skywriter didn't accept American Express). After much pondering, he'd managed to come up with an idea that wouldn't be too stressful for him and Blaine would hopefully adore.
If he knew one thing about his boyfriend, he knew that he wouldn't want anything too fancy, it would need to include food, and that he was probably going to be too mushy for public. So, Kurt had decided to surprise Blaine with a romantic dinner at Sophia's apartment. They'd be sleeping there anyway, as Sophia had graciously given them their own space for the night. This way, Blaine wouldn't have to lift a finger.
Kurt had it all worked out down to the color of the socks in the outfit he'd selected for Blaine to wear. He just had to add in the final few details, like getting Sophia involved. He'd waited until the last possible second to consult Blaine's sister. While he loved Soph, he knew that when she got excited about something, she couldn't hold it in to herself. Bracing himself, he scrolled to her number and hit send.
"Kurt!" Sophia exclaimed as she answered the phone, and Kurt held the phone at an arm's length to avoid losing his hearing. "What's up?"
"Well, Soph, I had an idea for Valentine's Day, and I want to run it by you." Kurt explained slowly, telling her his plans.
She squealed at the other end, and Kurt took it to mean that she loved the idea.
They arranged when Kurt could come by to get everything ready, and Sophia promised to have Blaine out of the apartment when Kurt needed to be in. She also would hint to Blaine that Kurt wanted to go out for dinner and was handling it, so he wouldn't plan anything. After a few more minutes of chatting, Kurt hung up, heaving a sigh of relief.
Then he realized that his relief would be extremely short-lived. After all, he had an entire evening to plan!
Blaine had certainly been keeping him on his toes lately, Kurt mused to himself as he drove to the apartment. He thought back on the past few days they'd had, and the stolen moments in his dorm room. He blushed as he thought of Blaine's gentle touches, and turned even redder thinking about what the two of them would be up to completely unsupervised tonight. Kurt knew he wasn't ready for sex just yet, even if it was Valentine's Day, and he knew that Blaine wasn't either. Besides, Kurt finished in his head, it would be much too cliché to lose my virginity on Valentine's Day. Only secondly to Prom Night!
He was surprised when he walked into the apartment to find no signs of Blaine's Valentine's Day plans. Surely his goober of a boyfriend had something up his sleeve, right? Kurt dropped the two oversized tote bags he had lugged up the stairs, meeting Sophia in the hallway. She shot him a slightly exasperated look. Kurt could see where she had been struggling to do her makeup. Taking pity on her, he sat her down and applied her eyeliner, shadow, and mascara. Approving of her outfit and accessories, Kurt sent her on her way. Then he walked into Blaine's room and set a gorgeous ensemble out on his bed.
Sophia waved a goodbye as Kurt was arranging candles in the living room and dining area. He had spread a white linen tablecloth across the table, set it with china, and placed a handmade centerpiece in the middle. His father hadn't been too please about Kurt borrowing his mother's linen, but he'd promised absolutely nothing would happen to it. Kurt had also rearranged his dinner idea after the deal had been made. He knew Blaine, and red sauce with a white tablecloth would not have ended well. As it was, he was praying that he made it through the night.
Kurt got busy preparing the chicken francaise and boiled a pot of water for some pasta. Garlic bread was toasting in the oven, and the sparkling cider was chilling in the fridge. He'd made a tiramisu for dessert the night before, and thankfully it was still in one piece. He hurriedly finished the dishes and covered them, setting them on the table just-so. He lit all the candles to begin setting the mood, turned his playlist on low, and surveyed the scene. Approving of his own hard work, he dashed to the bathroom to quickly fluff his hair and change. He had the faucet running, brushing his teeth, and didn't hear the door to the apartment creak open.
Blaine smelled something delicious from outside the apartment. He also heard soft music tinkling from under the door and hoped that Sophia hadn't changed her mind about her plans. She'd made him wait to come home until after she'd left for her date, and now he'd barely have any time to set anything up for Kurt.
Opening the door, he found the apartment appeared empty. He froze in the doorway, drinking in everything around him.
The lights were dimmed, and every possible surface was glowing with tiny candles. There were fresh flowers in vases on the coffee table in the living room, and on the dining table. Michael Buble was crooning from the stereo as Blaine made his way to inspect the dining table better. It was set with a tablecloth and silverware he'd never seen before. Glancing into the kitchen, he saw several covered food dishes on the counter. Hearing footsteps behind him, he spun around, realization flooding into him as he drank in Kurt.
His boyfriend was laughing, walking to him and giving him a quick kiss.
"There's an outfit for you on your bed. Go change."
Blaine silently complied, walking himself with the bags into his hand into the bedroom. Kurt being here already had changed his plans slightly. He had went to the florist and bought rose pedals. He knew that Kurt would comment on the cheesiness, but secretly love it. He opened up the container, tossing them all over the bed and floor around the bed. He went into the bathroom to freshen up, finishing by pulling on his favorite dark jeans and a burgundy button down with the tags still on it. One day, he'd get Kurt back for all these new clothes. Adding a gray cardigan, he quickly cleaned up before joining Kurt.
In the few minutes it had taken him to get ready, his boyfriend had served the plates, poured them sparkling cider, and sat at the head of the table. Blaine joined him, taking in how good Kurt looked in his light-colored patterned shirt, vest, and bow tie.
"Kurt! This is amazing!" Blaine said after his first few bites. Kurt laughed, sipping from his wineglass. They enjoyed the meal quietly, rubbing their ankles together as they ate.
After they spooned tiramisu into each other's mouths, Blaine pulled Kurt by the hand into the living room.
"Kurt, dinner was delicious. I was so surprised." Blaine said, sitting Kurt down. "Stay here. It's my turn to dazzle you." He disappeared into his room, returning a few minutes later with his keyboard and a CD. Setting up his keyboard on the coffee table, he turned the stereo on and sat on the floor to play.
"It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live"
Kurt sat on the couch, completely still. He was enthralled with the performance, with Blaine singing possibly one of the most romantic songs on the planet.
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen"
Blaine's eyes were locked on Kurt's, which had a few tears leaking from the corners. Walking away from the keyboard, Blaine kneeled in front of Kurt, continuing to sing the final chorus with his fingers intertwined in Kurt's.
"And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world."
"I love you, Blaine." Kurt whispered as the song ended. He sniffled, and Blaine laughed. Leaning forward, he kissed away the tears on his boyfriend's cheek.
"I love you too, Kurt." Blaine replied. His lips roamed over Kurt's face and neck, narrowly avoiding his lips each time. Finally, Kurt's fingers left Blaine's to turn their mouths to meet in a deep, passionate kiss.
Their tongues met instantly, their love emanating between them. It was slightly wet from Kurt's tears, but they didn't care. All they could feel was the sheer adoration of each other passing through their souls. They continued kissing, letting their hands travel down their sides. Blaine pulled Kurt into his lap, and he complied, straddling his boyfriend and connecting their bodies. They kissed fervently, until finally Blaine pulled away. He lightly pushed Kurt off of him, then wordlessly pulled him up by the hand, leading him into the bedroom, where the bed completely covered in rose petals and twinkling candles were waiting.
To say the two boys were nervous was an understatement. Not that either of them were voicing their concerns to each other. This was the first time they had ever had an opportunity like this. No curfews, nobody interrupting them. Just the two of them. They hadn't spoken about how far they wanted to go with each other on this very night, but they both knew that this was uncharted territory. As Blaine opened up the door to the bedroom, he heard a light gasp coming from behind him.
"Blaine—this is—this is beautiful. Oh my god, Blaine." Blaine turned around to face his boyfriend and smiled. He pulled the taller boy into his arms and kissed him gently.
"You're worth it, Kurt. I love you so much." Kurt sighed contently and leaned in for another kiss from his boyfriend, this one deeper than the first. They tongues met and wetly slid across one another. Kurt began pushing Blaine back towards the rose covered bed. They stumbled back before Kurt had an idea and jumped up and wrapped his legs around his lovers waist. Blaine smiled into the kiss and carried Kurt over to the bed, breaking the kiss and lying him down gently on top of the covers.
Blaine looked down at his boyfriend from his standing position, and his eyes started to well up with tears. He had never seen Kurt look more beautiful than this very moment, his cerulean eyes sparkling in the dim candlelight.
"Kurt- you are-you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my entire life." Blaine said, putting as much emotion into those words as humanly possible.
Kurt instantly blushed and sat up on his elbows. "I love you, Blaine. So much."
At that, Blaine kicked off his shoes before pulling off Kurt's boots. He climbed over his boyfriend and their lips met once again. Blaine instinctively rolled his hips into Kurt and the pale boy let out a moan that made Blaine's cock twitch. Blaine broke the kiss and pulled his shirt up over his head. A panting Kurt mimicked his boyfriends movements, then grabbed Blaine around the waist and pushed him down on the bed, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips.
Kurt bent down and started nibbling at Blaine's neck, effectively causing the curly haired boy to moan nonsensical things into Kurt's ear. "Kurt, Kurt, ohmygod, Kurt just kiss me! Please! OH MY GOD!" Kurt smiled into this and licked his way up to his boyfriend's mouth. With one last swipe of tongue to Blaine's parted lips, he entered his tongue into the wet cavern and started licking and swiping along his teeth before Blaine took initiative and started sucking on Kurt's tongue. The two boys kept at this pace, rutting against each other before Kurt stopped, abruptly pulling away.
"Wait," Kurt was panting and completely out of breath. They were both painfully hard, but were still clothed from the waist down. Blaine looked up at Kurt curiously, watching him stand up and unbutton his own pants to slide them down, his briefs closely following. Blaine moaned at the sight of his completely naked boyfriend, drinking it in. Sure they had given each other blowjobs and hand jobs, but never had they been completely naked in front of each other. This was new, and Blaine couldn't get enough of it. He immediately started unbuckling his belt and wiggling his pants and boxers down over his ass, kicking them from around his ankles and onto the floor.
They both stared at each other for a long moment, but it wasn't because they felt awkward. They were both just enjoying the view. Kurt turned around to blow out a candle on the dresser, and the site of Kurt's perfect, round ass sent Blaine over edge. He jumped up immediately and grabbed Kurt, turning the boy around and kissing him with so much passion and love, Kurt actually stumbled a bit.
Remembering the effectiveness of his move from early, Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine and their dicks were now pressing into each other. The sensation was incredible and they both wanted more. They were moaning into each others mouth's grinding into each other. Blaine walked Kurt backwards towards the wall and now Kurt was pinned in between Blaine and the wall, his legs still wrapped firmly around his lovers waist. They were sloppily kissing, the dark room filled with nothing but breathy moans and the occasional sound of Kurt rocking against the wall.
The sweaty boys were meeting each other with every thrust of their hips, their pace increasing each time. Kurt finally felt the familiar sensation starting to boil in his stomach, causing his toes to curl.
"Blaine! Bla-I'm so-so-cl-" Kurt stammered, breaking away from Blaine to catch is breath.
"Me too, baby. Me too. Just-just let go Kurt. Come for me Kurt" Blaine commanded.
That's all it took until Kurt was coming, hot and wet and sticky in between them. Blaine slammed into Kurt one more time, and then he was coming too. Blaine slumped down onto the floor, bringing Kurt down with him and they both sat there, Kurt straddling Blaine, with his head pressed against Blaine's shoulder.
"That was, just…wow," was all Blaine could get out at the moment. Kurt just smiled and nodded into the crook of Blaine's neck.
"Yeah, that seems about right." They both laughed lightly.
Coming down from their orgasm-induced elatedness, Kurt groaned. "We're a mess. We really should take a shower before getting into bed."
"I think you're right…care to join me?" Blaine made to stand up, grinning slyly at his boyfriend.
"I think that'd be perfect." Kurt took Blaine's hand and they both made their way down the hall to the bathroom.
Blaine woke up first that morning, and groggily nuzzled into the nap of Kurts neck. Kurt sighed and pushed impossibly further into Blaine's chest. Blaine didn't think he'd ever tire of waking up with Kurt in his arms, but he couldn't stay here forever. Blaine had plans to bring Kurt breakfast in bed. He unhappily untangled his legs from Kurt's and rolled out of bed searching for his boxers in the disarray of clothes that were strewn about the room. Blaine smiled to himself, as he recalled the previous nights activities.
Blaine made his way into the kitchen and started scrambling the eggs. He knew that Kurt was sort of a health freak so he had no plans to make anything carb-loaded. He finished the eggs and grabbed the bowl of mixed fruit out of the fridge. After making some toast, he piled it all onto the tray and carried into the bedroom.
The site that greeted Blaine as he entered the room made his heart simply burst. Kurt was lying on his stomach, legs and arms sprawled out like a starfish with this the sheet pulled down to just slightly reveal the top of Kurt's ass. He set the tray down on the dresser and made his way over to wake up his sleeping boyfriend.
Laying down next to him, he peppered his pale back with kisses, trailing up and down his spine. He heard Kurt's sharp intake of breath and made his way up to his boyfriends neck. Kurt turned his head to the side and Blaine leaned down to give him a kiss on the check, completely conscious of their morning breath.
"Good morning, boyfriend." Kurt smiled sleepily.
"Morning, beautiful." Blaine replied, "I have a surprise for you."
This woke Kurt up immediately, and he turned around situating himself so he was sitting against the headboard. "I love surprises!" Kurt clapped his hands lightly as Blaine walked over to the dresser and grabbed the tray.
"Breakfast in bed!" Blaine exclaimed to a goofily grinning Kurt, "Since you went all out last night, I figured I'd throw a little something together."
He placed the tray in between himself and Kurt and they spent the morning feeding each other breakfast, and stealing kisses underneath the sheets after that. Soon enough, it was around noon and time for Kurt to head back to Dalton to do homework and Blaine had an afternoon shift at work.
The two boys shared a kiss at the door and Blaine led Kurt downstairs to his car. As Kurt drove away and Blaine made his way back upstairs, both boys shared the same thought: Best Valentine's Day Ever.
