I'm back! The trip was long but soooo worth it. If you want to see the pics I have of Chris, go to my tumblr here (fill in the dots): tmblr dot co/ZobKmvQRXdSy . Chris is such a sweet person, so genuine and truly humble. And, I must say, though I am destined to be his best friend, the man is drop dead gorgeous! Okay. I've had to catch myself up to my story, so here we go.
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Last time on "Another Tomorrow":
"Homework?" Sebastian asked, desperate to find some sort of conversation. This was awkward, but he'd promised Kurt he'd make an attempt.
"No, I'm trying to come up with an idea for Kurt for Valentines. He's been getting secret admirer cards and it's making him so happy. So, now I have to top that somehow. I may have a lot of money, but not a lot of ideas," Blaine grumbled, ripping the paper and crumbling it up.
"Maybe I can be of assistance? I'm pretty good with ideas. Usually, they are for parties, but I could give it a try," he said hopefully.
Blaine sighed in relief. "I would be very appreciative."
"Okay, so what are the parameters? Dinner only? A whole evening of events? Like dinner, theater, dessert, done? How far do you want to go?" Sebastian asked, pulling out a blank sheet of paper.
"Hmm, how about dinner and one something special?" Blaine asked. "Then I plan to make my place into a Valentine's special. I can't stand it personally, but my Kurt loves it."
"I imagine he would," Sebastian said. "I actually have a great idea."
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Kurt opened his locker and smiled. A long stemmed red rose was sitting in his locker. Was it the secret admirer? He picked it up and saw a small white tag attached to the stem. It said:
1. Your smile – Blaine
His smile? How sweet was he? It wasn't even Valentines yet and here was a sweet gift. Definitely better than the cheesy cards the secret admirer had been sending. They made him happy because, well, everyone likes feeling special. But this, this was love. Bummed that he didn't have time to seek his boyfriend out, Kurt walked to class. His heart pounded when he saw another long stemmed rose on his desk. Quickly sitting, he peeked at the tag.
2. Your compassion – Blaine
And that was how the rest of the day played out. At every break, he would find one in his locker, and every class would have one on his desk.
3. Your endless eyes – Blaine
4. Your fight for everyone to be safe at school – Blaine
This one made Kurt's eyes tear up. He did feel so strongly that every student in the school should be safe no matter who they were, how they dressed, or who they loved.
5. Your fingers and hands – Blaine
Kurt's brow creased when he got this one from his locker. His fingers and hands? Wiggling his fingers in front of himself, he shrugged, unable to see the point.
6. Your fashion sense – Blaine
Finally he admitted it, Kurt thought with a grin. Mercedes peeked at the card and gave Kurt a high five and a loud 'uh huh'.
7. Your loyalty and trust – Blaine
This one got Kurt misty again. He was an imperfect human by far, so Blaine pointing out these things that Kurt wanted to be successful at, meant so much to him.
8. Your legs and tight ass – Blaine
Kurt blushed and felt his pants get tight when he read this one from his locker. Mercedes, again, was with him and just gave a 'dayum boy!'.
Throughout all the classes they shared, the lunch they had together, which included a half dozen more roses, Blaine never mentioned what he'd done. He kept the conversation on class work, what they wanted to do after school – study at his house – and the latest gossip. Kurt couldn't help the huge smile that stayed on his face the whole time. And though Blaine never commented on his smile or the roses, Kurt could detect a pleased expression just barely hidden on his boyfriends face.
9. Your friendships – Blaine
10. Your perfect lips – Blaine
Perfect lips? Really? Kurt wasn't a big fan of his lips, but if Blaine liked them, then that was all that mattered.
11. Your acceptance and ability to forgive – Blaine
This was one that Kurt was proud of. Sebastian had texted him saying he and Blaine had talked over coffee and he'd been so proud of both of them.
12. Your moral system – Blaine
13. Your drive to accomplish your dreams – Blaine
14. The way you love – Blaine
The last three of the day made Kurt feel like he was glowing from the inside out. He gathered his arm full of roses and made his way to his car so he could follow Blaine to his townhouse. He found yet another rose in his car and it made his body heat up. It simply said:
15. Your touch – Blaine
He couldn't wait to share his touch with Blaine and do it now. He ended up passing Blaine in his eagerness and was waiting on Blaine's porch when his boyfriend pulled in.
"Hey speed racer," Blaine said with a grin. "Eager to get started on homework?"
"You could call it that," Kurt said, breathless.
Blaine looked at Kurt's flushed cheeks and noticed the excess tightness of his pants and got the point. He unlocked the door and let them in, locking the door behind them. As soon as he turned around, Kurt took him in his arms and slanted their mouths together fiercely. His tongue plunged into Blaine's mouth, taking control, stroking his tongue and exploring the recesses of his mouth.
This went on several minutes until they were both panting. Breaking apart, Kurt bent down, putting his hands on his knees.
"Sorry about that, I had to get that out," Kurt gasped. "It's been building up all day and it's all your fault."
Blaine was leaning against the wall taking deep breaths. "My fault? How do you figure?"
"You're the one who gave me all those beautiful roses with the lovely things written on them," Kurt accused.
"It was meant to be loving, not to cause you to attack me," Blaine teased.
Kurt walked back over and put his hands on either side of Blaine's face, blue green eyes staring deeply into honey gold eyes. Softly and gently, Kurt kissed Blaine, letting his lips linger for just a moment.
The utter sweetness of the kiss undid Blaine and brought tears to his eyes. "Kurt…,"
"That kiss is how you made me feel with the roses. I have never felt so loved and cherished. You know me, Blaine. Unlike anyone else. You really know me, you know my heart. That means more to me than anything. More than cards and roses. To know you see me as I am, it shows me how much you love me. In turn, that makes me love you even more," Kurt whispered, staring deep in his eyes. "I love you, Blaine. Thank you for loving me today."
Blaine leaned in and kissed him, moving their lips together for a moment. "I love you every day, Kurt. I wanted to show you some of why I love you because you show me every day how you love me just by being there. It's a gift. You are my gift," Blaine said. Again, he added to himself.
Holding hands they went up to Blaine's bedroom. They lovingly helped each other out of their clothes and moved to the bed. For a time, they simply kissed and moved against one another, flesh to flesh. There was no rush, no push to move quickly. Hands traced arms, chests, abdomens, and hips. Mouths kissed, licked, nipped, and cherished.
"I need you inside me," Kurt whispered finally.
As Blaine slid home inside Kurt, they both cried out at the feeling of wholeness they shared in that moment. Blaine began to move slowly, languidly, his hips rolling against Kurt's body. Their eyes never lost contact and Kurt bit his lip as his hips rose to meet Blaine's. Leaning down until their chests were touching, Blaine kept thrusting smoothly into Kurt. They kissed, tongues caressing and teasing. The extra friction from Blaine's thrusting body pushed Kurt over the edge and he came with a gasping cry. The feel of Kurt's body pulsing around him brought Blaine to his orgasm, shouting out Kurt's name.
Minutes later, they were snuggled around each other, their limbs mixed together as they enjoyed the aftermath of their lovemaking.
"This was one of the best ever," Kurt whispered, nuzzling his head into Blaine's neck.
"Hmm. I agree," Blaine sighed. "I love you, baby."
"I love you, too," Kurt replied.
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They did finally get to their homework, helping each other as they often did. As Kurt worked on his French homework, Blaine sped through his math, his mind occupied elsewhere. He had a feeling he needed to talk to Kurt about his secret admirer. If Kurt or both of them could talk to Karofsky, maybe it would save him from the drama and pain he went through Before.
As they repacked their messenger bags, Blaine knew it was time.
"Kurt, I want to talk about your secret admirer," Blaine began.
"Jealous, my love?" Kurt grinned.
"Maybe a little," Blaine admitted with a small smile. "I know who it is, Kurt. I asked around and found out that someone had seen the person who delivered the Gorilla Gram."
Kurt stopped what he was doing. "You know who it is? Do I want to know?" he asked, his stomach in knots.
"I think we should discuss it, yes," Blaine said. "But it's up to you."
"Well, if you think we should, then yes, go ahead and tell me," Kurt said, sitting up straight.
"It's David Karofsky," Blaine announced.
Kurt froze, staring at him. Karofsky? His secret admirer was the guy who had made his life hell? Made him transfer to another school out of fear? He hadn't even seen the guy since the end of last year.
"Are you sure?" he choked out.
"One hundred percent. After I found out about the Gorilla Gram, I sweet talked the office staff and they confirmed that he's the one who has been delivering the cards for you," Blaine told him. He hoped Kurt wouldn't get upset about him 'poking' into all this. While he had done the poking around, it had only been to give himself a cover since he already knew who the secret admirer was.
"Wow," Kurt whispered, his eyes wide. "Why would he think he's in love with me? We haven't seen each other in forever. I don't get it."
"If you don't mind me giving my opinion," Blaine said. Kurt nodded so he continued. "I think it's because you were his first kiss and you forgave him for all of the bullying he put you through. You are the only really nice gay man he's ever met. He might have let all those thoughts build up and build you up until he figured he was in love with you. And of course, you are beautiful and smoking hot. All to say, I think you should talk to him."
Kurt thought for a few minutes, running through what Blaine had just told him. Yes, it made sense. He hadn't told Blaine about the invitation to have dessert at Breadstix before Sugar's party on Valentines. He hadn't wanted to make Blaine upset. Now, it looked like it was going to be necessary. He pulled the card out of his bag and handed it to Blaine.
"I, uh, didn't want to upset you," Kurt said quietly.
Blaine scanned the card, his expression hardening. "I wish you had shown it to me anyway. We definitely need to talk to him."
"I agree," Kurt said, feeling bad. "Do you have any idea how we can get in touch with him?"
"I have his cell phone number from the office. Do you want me to call?" Blaine offered. This was starting to get into a touchy area. One wrong move and he might loop. He had to make sure this was handled carefully.
"No, I'll call. It should keep things from getting violent. Which I don't want," Kurt said. "No time like the present," he said, getting out his phone. Blaine told him the number and Kurt dialed.
"Hello, David," Kurt said. "It's Kurt Hu... Oh, you did? Okay. Um, I'm calling because, uh, I heard it's you who has been leaving me all the Valentine's cards. Is that true?" Kurt listened, watching Blaine. "No, no, you don't have to be embarrassed. You do know I'm with Blaine, right? Well, I just wanted to make sure you knew. I'd like to get together and talk. We could meet here at Blaine's, that way it's nice and private. No, Blaine doesn't have to be here. In a half hour?" Kurt asked and gave him the address. "I'll see you then." Kurt laid the phone down and looked at Blaine.
"I don't have to be here?" Blaine asked.
"No, you don't. I can handle this. I did before. Just trust me, Blaine," Kurt said earnestly.
"I do trust you. It's him I don't trust," Blaine grumbled. But he knew, deep down, Kurt was right. He did need to handle this. That was probably the way this was supposed to go. "Fine. But you call me if you need me. I'll be right down the street at the café. Promise me," Blaine demanded.
"I promise, Blaine," Kurt said, then grabbed Blaine and dragged him closer. "I will be fine. I'm just going to encourage him to look for someone else, that I am not the answer for him. And I will tell him that I am in love with you, only you. You are my only Valentine."
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For Blaine, the wait at the café was torturously long. He was on his third cup of coffee when Kurt texted him to say that David had left the house. Blaine shuddered and felt like disinfecting his whole house.
He trotted home, having walked to begin with, carrying two coffees.
Walking in his house, he put the coffees on the table and grabbed Kurt and kissed him. His lips trailed down Kurt's exquisite jaw line, down his neck, and onto his collar bone. Sucking deeply, he left a bruise on Kurt, an instinct in him telling him to mark Kurt as his own. Kurt moaned, burying his fingers in Blaine's curls, tilting his head back to offer himself more fully. Blaine moved from one side to the other, sucking and nipping as he went, leaving a necklace of marks on Kurt's neck.
"You are mine," Blaine whispered.
"Yours, always," Kurt answered.
They rested their foreheads together, catching their breath.
Kurt began telling Blaine what had happened. It turned out David was pretty depressed, tired of being in the closet, afraid of being found out. He'd been so impressed with Kurt's strength and beauty, he'd thought he was in love. By the end of the conversation, David had admitted he wasn't in love with Kurt but would like to be in love with someone. Kurt had encouraged him with hope for the future; graduation wasn't too much further away and in college, nobody cared who or what you were. David had asked if he could keep in touch with Kurt to talk about things and get support. Kurt had agreed and also encouraged him to talk to his dad. David had seemed much happier when he left and that made Kurt feel satisfied with how it went.
"You were there for me when I needed to hear 'courage'. Now I'm there for David to do the same thing. Yes, ours turned into something more, but David knows there isn't anything more to it than building a friendship. I really think he will do well with having someone to finally talk to," Kurt said, leaning over to kiss Blaine. "Oh and he also offered apologies for the cards and butting in on your territory," he teased.
Blaine took Kurt's face in his hands again. "I am so proud of you, Kurt. I'm blown away by your compassion. I couldn't be more pleased to call you my own. You are amazing," he whispered, his eyes full of awe.
Kurt's eyes filled with tears. "Thank you," he whispered back.
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Valentine's day found Kurt with even more roses and even more reasons why Blaine loved him. He was thrilled with each and every one. That evening, Blaine took him to dinner in a restaurant where you had to have an invitation, it was so private. Luckily, Blaine's money spoke loudly.
The restaurant was Sebastian's idea due to its unique way of serving the customers. The food came on one dish so the diners had to share a the meal, one set of silverware, so they had to feed each other. Two cushions, so they sat next to each other. The entire restaurant was dark, lit only by candles on the tables. It was the ultimate couple's dining experience.
Afterward, they went back to Blaine's place where he'd placed over fifty candles, and rose petals throughout the house. The candles were Kurt's favorite scent and he breathed it in deeply.
Blaine turned to him with a medium sized box. "Happy Valentine's day, baby."
Kurt breathed deeply, handing Blaine a large, thin box. "Happy Valentine's day to you, my sweet," Kurt responded as they traded boxes.
Blaine opened his and grinned at the large selection of bow ties and a gift certificate to his favorite music store. "Thank you, Kurt, this is very thoughtful."
"I'm glad you like it," Kurt said, opening his box.
Inside were two thick leather bands with a smaller silver filigreed band inserted in the center. One said Blaine and one said Kurt.
"I figured we could each wear one. A reminder of who we belong to," Blaine said, his tone soft. He hoped Kurt liked it.
"I, I love it, Blaine. It's perfect. Would you put mine on me?" Kurt asked, holding the box out to him, his heart pounding hard.
Blaine gently clasped the band on Kurt's left wrist. Kurt then clasped Blaine's on his right. They held their arms out, admiring the dark leather with the mix of silver, their names on each other.
"This has been the best Valentine's ever," Kurt said, leaning against Blaine's chest.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and nibbled at his earlobe.
"Well, it's two hours until midnight, let's not waste any of it," Blaine said. Using his right hand, he grabbed Kurt's left hand and the matching leather bands went up the stairs to make the most of the next two hours.
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