Hmm, this one's got me thinking... Personally, I'm personified failure when it comes to poetry (I just hate it, that's why there's no actual poem in it), but maybe I could give it a shot for my dear readers' entertainment...

So, here's the deal: If you want to read Blaine's awful and Kurt's awesome poem (though I can't guarantee for the awesomeness of the one written by Kurt because I'm simply no good, I assume), have a look at my brand-new tumblr (http: / galindaby. tumblr. com/, without the spaces, though ;) ) and tell me so. Because I'm not going to post them on and put myself to shame xD I could even imagine doing one Burt wrote for Kurt's Mom when they were young... Or maybe one from Will to Terry in high school? I totally tap those two to be the poem-writing type xD

Well, anyway, if you want to read it, I'll write it and we see how it goes from there :D

Poem

The idea had been nagging at Blaine's mind for quite some time now. He wanted to do something special for his and Kurt's anniversary and he just couldn't think of anything he hadn't already done.

Of course, serenading the guy you love always worked and Blaine was sure Kurt wouldn't have minded if he had done just that. But it was so predictable and as much as he loved to sing he needed to do something else this time.

Since serenading was deemed to boring and foreseeable, writing his boyfriend a song also was out of the question. He wanted to do something new. But why not use the skills he already knew he had?

Then it struck him. He was quite a good songwriter if you asked his friends, so why not try his luck with poetry? It wasn't that much of a difference, anyway. He should be able to manage something worthy of Kurt and their love.

Thus his plans took shape: Blaine would drag Kurt out to that little park they loved so much (especially since none of the McKinley neanderthals ever went there) and then recite his self-written poem in a sea of roses spelling out 'I love you'. One of them would probably die of cheesiness but Blaine imagined it would be totally worth it for the look on Kurt's face.

What he didn't imagine, however, was that exact same scenery with Kurt shedding tears of mirth while trying to suppress his roaring laughter and failing miserably. Blaine just stood frozen in the middle of all those roses, staring at his boyfriend in shock.

It took Kurt quite a while before he calmed down and his breathing returned to normal. Seeing the look on Blaine's face he quickly got a hold of himself and took a deep breath to apologize and explain himself.

"I'm sorry, Blaine, I didn't mean to laugh at your efforts. This is really horribly romantic and I love it and I love you but... Seriously, there were way too many rimes with -art and it just sounded sort of hilarious..."

"I put my feelings for you in a heartfelt poem for our anniversary and all you have to say is that it sounds sort of hilarious?"

"Oh, honey, I'm really sorry. I just couldn't help myself. I don't know, maybe you should give up on poetry, love. For some reason, songwriting just works better for you. A whole lot better."

"There's no reason to smirk like that, Hummel. I just tried to surprise you and not be so predictable and all you do is laugh at me."

"Blaine, I'm not laughing at you. Just your poetry. You can't be perfect at everything you do. It would give me inferiority complexes if you were. Next time just stick with music, you don't have to surprise me. I love you just the way you are, whether you serenading me is predictable or not. I love it every single time."

"Probably just because the memory of the whole Gap fiasco makes another good laugh."

"Believe me, that's not a memory I can laugh about. Anyway, if you could stop the sulking for a minute I'd really like to kiss you. Since it's our anniversary, after all."

That was an offer Blaine couldn't decline. A few heated kisses later, Blaine was resting his head against Kurt's shoulder, taking a deep breath. He was still a bit mad at his boyfriend for laughing at him like that and he wanted to get back at him.

"You know, I don't think you're that much better with poetry."

"Is that a challenge, Anderson?"

"I assume it is."

"I'm on."

Needless to say, Blaine lost gloriously only a few days later, finding a poem in his locker that was so beautiful it brought him to tears. Never underestimate a Hummel.