I've been looking up flower meanings for my mom's Mother's Day present, and this came to mind. Enjoy!

Kurt awoke early one Saturday morning, ready to spend the day with his boyfriend. They'd both been unmanageably busy the past week, Blaine having a humongous stack of papers to grade for the U.S. History class he taught, and Kurt had had late-night rehearsal with Rachel every night that week. Saturday was the first day that week that they were both free to spend some time alone together.

So when Kurt woke up to realize Blaine wasn't there, you could say he was a little confused.

"Blaine?" he called out groggily, rubbing his eyes. "Where are you?"

When answered with silence, he sighed angrily, pushing the covers away and swinging his legs towards the edge of the bed. He briefly stretched before venturing into the kitchen.

His eyes widened as he took in a plate of hot breakfast on the table, sitting next to a note and a single red rose. He picked up the note and read it with a grin.

A red rose, the flower of love, to symbolize all the love I have for you in my heart. I'll be back soon, baby. I love you.

Love, Blaine

Kurt's hand pressed dramatically over his heart, which swelled at his boyfriend's tender words. He sat down to enjoy his breakfast, a piping hot cheese and mushroom omelet with freshly-sliced cantaloupe. He chuckled while wondering what Blaine had in store.

Pushing that lovely thought away grudgingly, he put his plate in the dish washer and retired to the bathroom to take a quick shower. He paused, however, when he saw a beautiful white flower sitting on the night stand, another note next to it.

An Orleander, the flower of beauty and grace, to symbolize how beautiful you are. Everything about you is perfect to me, my love, but I especially love your eyes. I can't describe the color with any other word besides "beautiful".

Love, Blaine

A few tears pooled in Kurt's eyes, a warm, fuzzy heat filling his stomach. Blaine was the only person to ever call Kurt beautiful, and that was exactly how he liked it. Sniffing the blossom gently, he clutched it to his heart before placing it back on the table and going to take a quick shower.

As he towel-dried his hair and prepared to moisturize his skin, he noticed yet another flower, this one a beautiful lavender hue, resting on the edge of the bathroom sink. He picked up the third note, his heart already pounding.

An Iris, the flower of inspiration. You inspire me every day with your optimism, your beautiful voice, and your refusal to let anyone stop you from achieving your dreams. You're the reason I wake up in the morning, and the last thing I think of before I sleep at night. I couldn't have asked for a better person to share my entire life with.

Love, Blaine

And now, of course, tears were spilling over Kurt's eyes and rolling quickly down his cheek and over his smiling lips. He knew Blaine had some amazingly romantic thing planned, and that the flowers were most likely only the beginning.

Kurt, while wiping away his tears, ventured into his walk-in closet and began searching for a lazy-Saturday outfit that was comfortable, yet fashionable. He was expecting another flower, and those expectations were obviously met (Blaine is such a romantic goober, he thought) when he saw another blossom resting on top of a shelf. The petals were a rich, royal purple color, and the note text to it was folded in the shape of a heart.

An Aster, the flower of unpredictability. I told you all those years ago, beautiful-you always zig when I think you're about to zag. I love how I can think you're going to do one thing, and then you do another, and it's one of the things I love the most about you.

However, the one thing that always stays the same is your morning routine-breakfast, shower, skin care, get dressed. That's how I got you to find each of these flowers in order, and it allowed me to have enough time.

Come to the living room.

Love, Blaine

Kurt giggled, dressing swiftly and taking the flower with him as he ran into their living room to find…

Oh my God, Kurt thought. The Aster slipped through his slender fingers, his mouth dropping open at the sight.

Blaine was standing in the middle of the room, holding a bouquet of the flowers Kurt had been finding around the apartment. On the floor, the petals of said blossoms were scattered.

"Blaine!" Kurt giggled breathlessly with an uncontainable smile. "What's all this?"

"Well, I'm a cheesy romantic who's about to ask his boyfriend the most important question of his life. I, of course, had to be elaborate," Blaine explained, taking one of Kurt's hands and getting down on one knee. Kurt gasped, his other hand flying to his lips. "Kurt…you're everything to me. I love everything about you, everything you do, but most of all…I love the way you love me. I love the way you protect me, tell me it's going to be OK when I cry, and hold me just for the purpose of making me feel loved. I couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend…but now, I'm asking for the best husband. I want to be with you until the day I die and even after that…will you marry me?"

It was then that Blaine flipped open a black velvet box retrieved from his pocket, revealing a gorgeous ring. It was a slim platinum band, the outside etched with a swirly pattern and the inside engraved with the words "My love is forever". Simple, yet elegant-just like Kurt. Unable to form an eloquent sentence, Kurt simply nodded, tears welling in his eyes.

"Yes?" Blaine asked, looking for clarification. Kurt nodded once more, Kurt's mouth finally letting him speak.

"Yes!" he choked out, throwing himself into Blaine's awaiting embrace. Blaine sniffed, holding Kurt tightly in his arms as tears slipped down both of their faces. "I love you so much."

Blaine smiled, slipping the ring onto Kurt's finger, ready as ever to spend the rest of his life with him.

"I love you, too."

And that's all she wrote…literally.

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