A/N So, Kurt is about to figure out who his secret admirer is! Well, sort of...
Good job, Buttons'n'Bows, who was the first one to spot the clues and figure them out!
Reviews Always Welcome!
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Colors of Love
Monday morning, Kurt was relieved to find that he spent the entire night in his bed, without sleepwalking. He was in a better frame of mind after spending time at home with his family and friends.
He received three gifts that morning. The first one, with an off white colored ribbon Kurt didn't recognize, is a box of chocolate covered strawberries. The note read;
"I know these are your favorite thing to eat when you are studying. From your Secret Admirer.
The second present was a manicure kit, tied with a dark yellow ribbon.
"I wish you wouldn't chew on your nails when you are nervous. From Your Secret Admirer."
And the third had a dark purple ribbon tied around silver spoon.
"You deserve the best of everything. From your Secret Admirer."
Kurt, sighed, and sat back in his seat at the breakfast table.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked.
Of course it had to be Blaine who noticed.
"It's my secret admirer. I wish I knew who it was! It's driving me insane! Who ever it is knows me so well, understands me, really, and they could be the perfect one for me, except..." He cut off with a groan.
"except what?" Blaine pushed.
Kurt wanted to scream in frustration, except I'm already in love with you, and I know you just as well as this person seems to know me, but you don't notice at all!
Instead, he sighed. "Never mind. I just need to think things over. I'll see you later."
As he was leaving, a blonde haired boy who looked a lot like Ross Lynch entered the cafeteria. Kurt paused in the doorway as he heard the boy call out.
"Trent!" The Warblers turned to look at the new comer, and Music began to play from the mini boombox the kid was carrying.
The youngest Warbler blushed as the boy began to sing.
Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
Oh, how lucky we are
While I give to you and you give to me
True love, true love
So on and on it will always be
True love, true love
Trent had tears in his eyes as the boy finished the song, standing next to the Warblers' table. "Trent, would you PLEASE be my date to the Valentine's Dance on Wednesday?"
Okay, now That was how you serenade someone, Kurt thought, glancing briefly at Blaine, who was blushing as he finished his breakfast. Kurt was the first to applaud when Trent said yes.
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He spent most of the day wandering around in a fog of confusion, only really coming out of it during Warbler rehearsal, as they practiced the songs they would sing on Wednesday.
As he lay in bed that night, he made a decision. He was tired of waiting for Blaine to see him as anything but his friend. He was going to find out who his secret admirer was, and he was going to give the boy a chance to win his heart, which he was already half way succeeding at.
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Tuesday morning, he received a pendant, the note attached by a ruby ribbon read;
"You think you don't know me, but I hope you want to. From your Secret Admirer."
That day Kurt spent observing every boy in each of his classes, wondering if his secret admirer would give himself away somehow. Now that he'd opened himself up to actually noticing other boys, Kurt began to realize that there were many more gay boys at the school than he'd originally thought. But none of them even seemed to pay him any attention. None of them seemed like they could be his secret admirer.
He turned in his story in Creative Writing, but Ms. Jacobson barely glanced at them, saying she'd grade them and hand them back on Thursday.
That night, he finished his homework early, and found he had nothing else to do, so pulled out the book of color samples his dad had given him, which he hadn't had a chance to look at it yet.
He began flipping through the whites, first. He stopped on one that looked familiar. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out the ribbons from his secret admirer gifts, which he had tied to an over sized key chain ring. One of the gifts from Monday had had an off white ribbon. It matched the color sample perfectly.
"Huh, Navajo White," He read out loud. "Pretty."
He began flipping through the book and comparing each ribbon, some of which turned out to not be the colors he thought they were. The pink one, for example, he had though was Paradise Pink, but was actually Brink Pink.
A frown creased his face as something began to nag at the back of his mind. He began going through each color again, starting with the first gift. The frown deepened as something seemed off. And then he realized he needed to eliminate the ribbons from the roses the Warblers had sent.
His jaw dropped as the pattern leaped out at him.
Brink Pink.
Lawn Green.
Argentine Blue.
Ivory.
Navy.
Emerald...
No, It couldn't be! It had to be a coincidence!
Amethyst.
Navajo White.
Dandelion Yellow.
Eggplant.
Ruby...
Oh Gaga! But how?
Kurt jumped up from his bed and was out the door in a flash, but before he could reach Blaine's room, Wes snagged his arm and pulled him into his room.
"Figured it out, I presume?" The older boy asked.
Kurt frowned at him. "You knew?"
Wes shook his head no. "I just figured it out this morning. My Mother is an interior decorator. I know my color palate. I just thought I should warn you before you charge into Blaine's room, though."
"Warn me about what?" Kurt asked, confused. If Blaine had been the one sending him the gifts, why didn't the boy just say so?
"You aren't the only one who walks in their sleep around here. I don't think Blaine even knows he's the one sending you the gifts."
"WHAT?"