A/N I love the response you all gave me for the last chapter! Thank you! So now that Kurt knows who his secret admirer is, will Blaine figure it out?
Sorry it's late, and short! After three weeks of bad weather, being sick, or taking care of a sick kid/husband, I finally had to drag my self and three weeks of laundry to the laundromat!
Reviews always welcome!
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Shall We Dance?
Wednesday morning at breakfast, Kurt was definitely out of it, having been awake almost all night thinking about the conversation he'd had with Wes. Part of him was screaming with joy that Blaine was his secret admirer, but the other part couldn't help thinking that if Blaine was sending him gifts while asleep, did he really feel that way about Kurt? And if that was how he felt, why did he say he was in love with Jeremiah? Did he even understand how feelings worked?
He was distracted when a new gift was delivered. A sapphire ribbon was tied around a carved ebony framed mirror. There was a silver rose in the bottom right corner. The card read;
"Someday, the world will know your face. From Your Secret Admirer."
Kurt had to fight the urge to turn to Blaine and give him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and say thank you.
The dark haired boy only glanced at the gift in curiosity, which was strange. Kurt thought back to the first Secret Admirer rose he'd gotten. He'd only had a brief glimpse of Blaine's face then, but he'd seemed almost annoyed by it. And then he'd basically ignored when the honey sticks were delivered. He hadn't been there when the roses had been delivered the second night, but Kurt thought the shorter boy might have been annoyed the third night when the roses came, too.
Why did the roses annoy him, when the gifts were either ignored or met with only mild curiosity? Was he aware on some level that he had sent the gifts? Would he ever admit it if he did figure it out?
It was only a half day of classes that day, because of the dance that afternoon. As Kurt was heading back to his dorm after lunch to get ready, he heard singing coming from the Warblers common. He stopped by the door to listen to Nick rehearsing his solo, as Jeff sat at the piano bench and watched, enraptured.
Like, hear the high clear robin sing
Walk a bluebell carpet
Watch the children playing games
Catch a moon and drop it
Hear the gentle mantle roll
On a frosty morning
See the mighty ocean break
Like a sailor's warning
I used to drink so much
Forget to come home
I lied to my doctor
But these days I don't
'Cos I'm happy, with you
I got lots of good thing to do
Throw a pocketful of coins in the Trevi fountain
See an ice cold running stream
Rushing down the mountain
Hear a new born baby lamb
Calling for its mother
Watching reunited friends
Loving one another
Kurt sighed. Yeah, it had been disappointing once again to not get a solo, but it hadn't bothered him as much as he thought it would. He was actually wondering why he was going to the dance at all.
Wandering away from the commons while the other Warbler was still singing, Kurt spotted Trent and Matt sitting rather close on one of the leather couches, talking animatedly, oblivious to everyone around them.
Moving towards the stairs to the dorms, he spotted Wes and David with their girlfriends. Wes was fastening the locket around Jen's neck, and she turned to kiss him over her shoulder, while Anna was hugging David, as she read the song titles on the cd they had recorded for her.
Every where he turned, there were happy couples holding hands, hugging, kissing, and just being lovey dovey.
Kurt wondered if he could fake being sick and get Jeff to sing the duet with Blaine so Kurt could sneak out and spend the evening binging Ben & Jerry's and sobbing his heart out over The Notebook for the fifth hundred time.
He made it back to his room, dropped his books on the desk, and collapsed face first on his bed.
He couldn't do it. He couldn't face Blaine, in a room crowded with couples, and sing a love song and flirt and pretend it meant nothing.
Why did the Universe seem set on keeping Kurt Hummel alone and lonely on Valentine's day? Why couldn't he just find a cute gay boy that actually felt the same way as him?
A knock on his door brought him up short. Quickly wiping his face, relieved when he found no tears, and straightening his hair, he answered. Wes, David, Nick, Jeff, Trent, Thad, and most of the other Warblers stood there.
"Um, hi guys! What's up?"
Wes stepped forward, as always the leader of the group. "We have a plan..."