A/N Still sick today, but gonna try and get this finished and get it posted. Kurt tries to see what the Warblers see in him, while trying to offer Blaine support. Today's prompt was much easier than yesterdays, but I think I used it in a way no one else would have thought of.

Reviews always welcome.

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Shine On

Kurt's Sunday morning didn't start off very well. He woke up in his closet, having sleepwalked again. He was just glad no one else had seen him. But that was just the beginning.

He'd decided that because it was a weekend, he'd wear street clothes to go to coffee with Blaine, instead of his Dalton uniform. He picked out the perfect outfit, only to have the button on the pants pop off as he was trying to put them on. He didn't have enough time to sort through his wardrobe to find another outfit, so resigned himself to wearing the damn uniform. Well, at least he could wear a fabulous scarf. Of course Blaine Always wore his uniform, so he wouldn't even notice what Kurt was wearing.

Coffee with the younger boy was awkward as well. All Blaine could talk about was how humiliated he was, and how he now hated Valentine's Day. Kurt had thought about telling Blaine that he'd thought it had been Him the dark haired boy had wanted to sing too, but didn't want to drop guilt on the other boy's head when he was already so miserable. He was supposed to be his best friend, after all. Because of course that was all Blaine would see him as.

When they returned to the school for lunch, the same delivery driver from the day before was just pulling up to the door. Once again he held out his clipboard for Kurt to sign before passing off a small package to the auburn haired boy. This one was slightly larger than the last one, about six inches cubed.

Inside was a battery powered nightlight shaped like a warbler. A green ribbon around it's neck held a card.

"Nothing shines as bright as the light in your eyes," he read.

"Well, at least one of us might have a happy Valentine's day," Blaine said, frowning at the gift. Kurt looked up at the dark haired boy, and just shrugged.

"Maybe. I'm sorry."

"What for?" the shorter boy asked.

"I don't know," Kurt said shrugging again. "I'm your best friend, I just want you to be happy."

Blaine smiled at him sadly. "Thanks. I think Wes was right, though."

Kurt looked at him in confusion. "Wes?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, he said I was just confused, and that I really didn't understand the difference between love and attraction."

"Oh," Kurt replied. So did that mean Blaine had only been attracted to Jeremiah? The suggestive song he had chosen certainly pointed in that direction. But if Blaine found Jeremiah attractive, did that mean that was Blaine's 'type'? Was that why he didn't think of Kurt as anything more than a friend? Because he wasn't physically what Blaine wanted?

After lunch, Kurt spent most of the afternoon in the library, finishing up the research for his History essay. Or trying to, anyway. His mind kept wandering off, thinking about who his secret admirer could be, and about what the Warblers had said. And of course he thought about Blaine, too.

The Warblers thought Kurt was attractive, or so they said. So why was Kurt so hung up on his looks? Was it just because Blaine never seemed to notice how he looked? Was he so focused on Blaine that he never thought about how anyone else saw him?

Giving up on his attempt at homework, he went back to his dorm to get ready for dinner, but stopped and studied himself in the mirror in his bathroom.

His hair was perfectly coiffed, as usual, and yeah, it did look kind of sexy. Santana had been the one to show him this style when they had done that version of Empire State of Mind last semester. He should send her a thank you for that.

He studied his eyes. He'd never really thought about them before. He'd always just thought they were blue, no big deal. But as he turned his head this way and that, he noticed that they changed color depending on how the light hit them. Sometimes they were more green, or grey. Sometimes they were a darker shade of blue. Sometimes they seemed lighter. And they were very expressive, too. No wonder the Warblers all knew about his crush on Blaine. It must be very obvious to them.

And his skin was smooth, flawless, and so pale it was almost translucent. There was a reason Sue Sylvester called him Porcelain. Granted, Kurt had chosen the appellation himself as the least offensive of his three choices, but he was sure that the woman had given him those choices because she knew which one he would pick.

And yes, when he was allowed to wear his own clothes, each outfit was as fashion forward as he could make it, and chosen to perfectly accentuate his body.

As he stared at his reflection, he decided that he liked what he saw, and what he saw was sexy.

"I could fall in love with you," he told himself, finally realizing that if he wanted anyone else to love him, he had to love himself first.

And with that new found self confidence, he made his way down to the cafeteria.

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"There is something different about you tonight," David said, looking him over as Kurt sat down at their usual table. He was earlier than usual, and so far only the dark skinned councilman and a couple of others were already there. Blaine hadn't come down yet.

Kurt just shrugged. "Not really. I just decided that you guys were right, that maybe I just needed to see myself through someone else's eyes." He didn't elaborate the fact that he had already been seeing himself through someone else's eyes, it had just been the wrong someone.

David smiled and patted him on the back. "I'm glad you are starting to let your self shine a little."

The other warblers made their way in and over to the table with their food. Kurt still couldn't help looking at Blaine longingly as the boy joined them. Wes had an eager smile on his face as he followed the younger warbler over. "Guys, Headmaster Wilson just asked me if the Warblers would be interested in performing at the Valentine's Dance a week from Wednesday!"

An excited buzz went up around the table. "I take it that is a yes, then?"

The group all said yes.

"Good! We'll be doing six songs. He gave me a list of songs we can choose from. There are forty eight songs listed. I'll make a copy and make sure you all get one before rehearsal tomorrow. Look them over and think about arrangements you think we can manage on short notice. We'll have auditions for solos and duets this Wednesday."

They all started talking about what they hoped to sing as dinner progressed. And once again Miss Simpson had a delivery for Kurt. She just smiled and handed him the three white roses, tied with a lavender ribbon.

"You have a generous soul and a kind heart, from your Secret Admirer."

"That is so sweet," Blaine said, "And true. You still have no idea who it could be?"

Kurt shook his head. He knew who he wished it was, but of course that was impossible.

"I wonder why they sent white roses?" Blaine said, musing.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, white roses usually mean purity, innocence."

Kurt shrugged. "Maybe who ever sent them knew that white roses are my favorite, and my mom's too. My dad used to buy her eleven white roses every year on their anniversary."

"Why eleven?" Wes asked, having overheard their conversation.

"Eleven roses symbolize eternal love, regardless of color."

"Huh, you learn something new everyday. I never knew that."

Kurt smiled. "By the way, did you figure out what you are going to get Jennifer yet?"

The Asian boy's smile widened. "Yes, I found the perfect gift, a heart shaped locket with a stylized 'J' on it. I'm going to pick it up on Saturday."

"Great! I'm sure she'll love it."

David gave his best friend a pat on the back. "You're lucky. I still haven't figured out what to get Anna yet. She's allergic to flowers, perfume, chocolate, and silver."

"Do you want help shopping?" Kurt offered. "We could go to the mall after rehearsal tomorrow."

The dark skinned boy grinned. "That would be awesome! Thanks, Kurt!"

As they broke up for the evening, David pulled Kurt aside. "You really should audition for one of the solos. Now that you seem to have more confidence in yourself, I think you might just get one. You just need to let yourself shine on."

Kurt smiled happily. "Thanks. Maybe I will try out."

Feeling better about himself than he had since coming out to his dad, Kurt fell asleep with a smile on his face that night to the gentle glow of his new nightlight. Surely he wouldn't sleepwalk again?