The first thing Kurt notices when he wakes is red. The second is the floral scent overwhelming his senses. He sits up in bed, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and gasps. The room is filled with red roses. A giant bouquet sits on the dressing table, two smaller ones on either night stand. Roses are scattered on the bed, and a trail of petals are carefully laid out in a path to the bathroom. Smiling, Kurt steps from the bed and follows them. Pushing open the door, his hand covers his mouth as he lets out a half-gasp, half-sob. The blinds are shut and the room is lit with candles, and sitting in the deep tub filled with bubbles, is Blaine- a yellow rose with red tips between his teeth.

"Finally." He says, holding the flower out to Kurt. "I had to change the water, it got cold while I was waiting for you to wake. Happy Valentines."

"But you... When... Are you not...um..." Kurt trails off, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Are you gonna get in?" Blaine asks, pulling his lip between his teeth as he watches Kurt reach for the drawstring on his pajama pants.

"Hell yeah!" Kurt laughs, finally coming to his senses. He climbs into the bath tub, kissing Blaine's lips briefly before settling back at the opposite end. "So when did you do all this?"

"I got up before seven. The guy behind reception directed me to Central Park where there was this cart selling flowers. I bought the red roses, then I saw this one sat in the middle of a display. I worked my boyish charm and the lady let me take it."

"Aren't you hungover to hell?"

"Nope." Blaine grins smugly.

"I could go off you, y'know."

Blaine chuckles and enjoys making Kurt shiver as he runs his foot along the inside of his leg.

"So...friendship and falling in love." Kurt muses as he twirls the rose around in his fingers, "Have you not you already fallen?" He teases.

"I fall more in love with you every single day Kurt," Blaine answers, face serious. "Sometimes I think I couldn't love you anymore if I tried, and then you do something, or say something or just look at me with this way that you have, and that's it- I love you more. I don't know if I tell you enough, but you are amazing. You're my very best friend and my lover and the most incredible person I've ever met. So yes...falling in love, because I will never stop falling for you."

"Blaine..." Kurt's voice cracks and he looks down to compose himself for a second. "No one has ever made me feel like you do, and no one else ever will. I love how you constantly surprise me. I love that you have the ability to make me laugh one minute and make me cry the next- in a good way. You are everything to me. The fact that you did all this...it just reminds me how special you are. I love you so much..." He stops, unable to carry on as emotion gets the better of him and he lets his tears fall.

"Don't cry," Blaine says softly, "please don't cry."

"I'm only crying because you're such a romantic fool, it's all your fault." Kurt laughs through his tears and Blaine thinks he's never looked more beautiful. He scoots closer and holds Kurt's face gently in his hands. Nudging their noses together in a sweet eskimo kiss, Blaine looks deep into Kurt's eyes.

"If I'm a romantic fool it's only because you turned me into one." he whispers, before ever so tenderly letting his lips graze over Kurt's perfectly soft pink ones. Running his thumb over Kurt's cheek, he presses a little harder with his lips, Kurt opening his mouth slightly under his, but neither one wanting to push, to ruin this perfectly serene moment of love. Scooting forward, Kurt slots his legs either side of Blaine's hips so they can be even closer, and rests his head on the strong shoulder he loves and has come to rely on so much. It's a mutual need, the other one always knowing, always understanding the desires, thoughts and needs of the other one, and ensuring they're met. Blaine sighs against him and rubs his back soothingly, feeling more content and peaceful than he's ever known.

"So beautiful," he murmurs into Kurt's ear, before turning so he can capture his lips once more. This time he allows his tongue to run along Kurt's bottom lip, sending their hearts fluttering and making Kurt gasp. He rests one hand on Blaine's chest, fingers running small patterns over the coarse hair, and the other he winds around his neck, pulling him closer and entwining their tongues together.

Blaine can feel himself getting hard and his hands roam under the water until they run over Kurt's thighs and grip hard. The pair pull apart, breathless but with slow burning smiles at the thought of what is to come. Reaching for his bottle of expensive shower creme, Kurt squeezes a generous amount into his palm before massaging it into Blaine's chest and arms. He takes his time, lathering all the way to his fingertips before encouraging him to turn so he can massage it into his back too. He rubs his muscled back deeply, and Blaine sighs contentedly and leans back onto Kurt's shoulder as his hands creep around the front to caress Blaine's stomach under the water.

"Hmmm, you always know exactly which buttons to push." Blaine says blissfully.

"Or which lever to pull." Kurt quips as he runs his hand along Blaine's length. Scraping his teeth over Blaine's neck, he continues to stroke until Blaine stills his hand and turns to face him once more.

"Not yet. Here," he says, and spinning Kurt around he returns the favour, taking his time to wash and caress every part of him, making Kurt laugh and squirm when he moves to his toes. Once done, he steps from the tub and holds an enormous towel out to Kurt, who wraps in it gratefully.

"Adorable." Blaine smiles as he slings a towel round his hips. "Wait there." He's back a second later, phone in hand.

"No..." Kurt starts, but Blaine refuses to listen.

"Hold still. Please. I've never seen anything more perfect than you right now." He takes the picture, and smiles as he admires it. It really is perfect. Kurt, fresh and glowing, cheeks rosy, damp hair sticking up slightly, wrapped in the white fluffy towel right up to his neck and staring straight into the camera as a hint of a smile plays on his lips. Blaine sets the phone on the counter and wraps his arms around the bundle that is his boyfriend. He guides him to the bed, all the while their eyes locked in an intense gaze. They lie side by side, Blaine nudging his nose gently against Kurt's before nuzzling into that sensitive spot behind his ear which he knows will make Kurt's breathing quicken and his pupils dilate.

Kurt runs his hands over Blaine's chest, tracing the few stray water droplets that remain. Running his thumbs over each nipple, and teasing them until they become taut, he smiles as he hears Blaine gasp hotly into his ear. Unable to stand it any longer, Blaine tugs at Kurts towel until it falls open onto the bed and he can take in the familiar but still glorious sight of Kurt, naked and wanting. He positions himself between Kurt's legs and places hot yet sweet kisses all over his body. Backs of knees, crooks of elbows, nowhere is forgotten as Blaine maps out the contours of Kurt's perfect body with his tongue until he's quivering and arching up against Blaine's leg, seeking the friction he now so desperately needs.

He pulls Blaine's towel from his hips and gently pushes him until he's on his back. Kissing each jutting hip bone softly, he then places a kiss to the tip of Blaine's hard cock, causing the boy to cry out. Kurt holds his hips steady as he circles his tongue around the head, enjoying the whimpers and moans coming from Blaine as he runs his hands through Kurt's hair almost reverently. Slowly, he takes Blaine into his mouth, running his tongue along his entire length and hollowing his cheeks as he sucks gently. He feels something nudging against his hand and looks up to see Blaine holding a bottle of lube out to him.

"You sure?" Kurt asks quietly, eyes locked with Blaine's as he searches for any hesitancy.

"Of course."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Kurt...you won't. Please. I want you to make love to me."

"I'm nervous." Kurt admits shyly, even as he's subconsciously rubbing his hands over Blaine's thighs.

"Because you're sweet and caring but honestly Kurt...I want this."

Kurt nods and takes the lube from Blaine's hand. "You'll tell me...if..."

"Yes." Blaine pulls Kurt to him and they kiss until Blaine feels Kurt start to relax in his arms once more. The sound of the lid being popped echoes loudly in the room as Kurt slicks his fingers and traces them down towards Blaine's entrance.

They both moan as Kurt pushes a finger inside, forgetting how good it feels. Kurt works Blaine open slowly, and finds his worries and fears slipping away as Blaine becomes more and more undone at his hand.

"More Kurt...more" he pleads softly, and Kurt adds a second and then a third finger, seeking that one place that he knows will make Blaine's legs tremble.

"Ah...ah!" he hears, and he knows he's there. "Please Kurt...you...I need you."

"Yes," Kurt says, voice barely above a whisper and groans in relief as he coats himself with lube. "Sit up for me."

Blaine complies and Kurt settles himself against the headboard, beckoning for Blaine to sit on his lap. "Our first time was like this," Blaine notes as he hovers over Kurt's cock.

"Hmmm, cause I wanted to see your face, as I do now."

"So you can check up on me?" Blaine asks with one eyebrow arched.

"No, so I can watch you fall apart when I come in your ass." Kurt grins back, suddenly feeling very much over his mental block and realizing that their tender lovemaking won't hurt Blaine at all- quite the contrary. He's never felt anything more intense and profound as that moment, never felt more connected to anyone, ever as he does when Blaine sinks slowly down with a soft "Oh Jesus."

"Kurt will do," he manages to get out, though the feeling of Blaine's tight heat around him threatens to tip him right over the edge before he's even managed to move. "You feel so good around me Blaine."

Blaine captures that sweet mouth in a loving kiss before beginning to rise and fall, his walls clenching around Kurt as he rises up to meet him each time. They clutch at one another, needing to feel their bodies pressed tightly together as they chase their release. Kurt's fingers dig into Blaine's back as their foreheads meet and they stare at each other.

"I love you..." Blaine pants as their rhythm picks up and he clutches the headboard for support.

"Love you...I...shit...Blaine...this is..."

"Mmmm, it's good. Come for me Kurt, come inside me."

Kurt throws his head back with a yell as he spills repeatedly into Blaine. In his haze he manages to wrap his hand around Blaine and stroke swiftly, and before long he's dropping his head onto Kurt's shoulder as he comes between them, hot white spurts which Kurt is happy to run his finger through and lick eagerly.

They hold each other, coming down from their high and letting their breathing return to normal, until Blaine moves off Kurt and starts for the bathroom.

"Hey..." Kurt says, grabbing his wrist before he leaves the bed. "Blaine? Are you crying? Did I hurt you? Oh my God..."

"No!" Blaine answers quickly, taking in the panic on Kurt's face. "No, not at all. I'm not crying because of that. It's...well...I'm a romantic fool as you said." He smiles up at Kurt through those damn lashes once again and Kurt feels his heart swoop.

"Stay here." Kurt says with a smile, and walks to the bathroom, returning with a washcloth. Cleaning them off quickly, he pulls Blaine tight to his side as he pulls the cover back over them both.

"So I guess we're both romantics then." Kurt says into a sleepy Blaine's hair.

"Mmmm?" Blaine snuggles in further and tightens his grip around Kurt's waist.

"I know this isn't necessarily the conventional way of doing things, but then our relationship never has been. I'd like to take you on a date tonight, if that's okay." Kurt doesn't know why his heart is pounding, it's not as if Blaine is likely to say no- but even so- he's not asked anyone out on a date before and it's pretty nerve wracking.

"I think I'd like that a lot." Blaine says, grinning up at him. "Where are we going?"

"We have dinner reservations, but it's a surprise."

"But I don't have a suit with me..." Blaine starts, but Kurt cuts him off.

"No, but you do have an extraordinary amount of shirts and bow ties. So we can pick those, and then go suit shopping, on me." Kurt declares proudly.

"But I..."

"Be quiet." he says with a kiss to Blaine's nose. "What's mine is yours anyway, but I told you- this trip was to celebrate your birthday and valentines, and that's what we're going to do."

"Holy crap." Blaine says, staring out of the cab window at The Plaza. "Are you serious?"

"Happy Valentines." Kurt replies, before paying the driver and rushing around to open Blaine's door for him. "Shall we?"

Wide-eyed, Blaine takes Kurt's arm as they head into the foyer. "I've never been anywhere like this." he says to Kurt in hushed tones, because that's how he feels he should speak in a place such as this.

"Me neither, but I've been waiting to take you somewhere special, and this is it."

"This will cost more than if you'd ever dated me properly."

"I don't care." he smiles at Blaine as they walk toward the restaurant. "You're worth every cent. It's our first valentines and I want to show you off."

They talk very little through dinner, content to just take in their surroundings, enjoy the exquisite food and stare at one another lovingly until the waiter brings the bill. Kurt lays his credit card down without a second glance, and although Blaine is itching to ask how much, or offer Kurt some money towards it, he doesn't. It overwhelms him to think that he means this much to someone, that one person would go all out to lavish as much care and attention on him as Kurt has, and he feels the tears threatening once more as Kurt takes his hand and leads him out into the night.

"We'll come back." Kurt says with a squeeze to his hand.

"I have had, without doubt, the most perfect day, ever." Blaine states as they walk along in search of a cab.

"Even the shopping?"

"Even the shopping. I think dressing room blowjobs has become our thing. Though you really need to stop yelling."

"I don't yell."

"You do Kurt. You really do."

"You made me horny in that suit."

"This one?" Blaine asks innocently.

"Yes."

"I'm wearing it now."

"I know. But you won't be in...oooh...about ten minutes." Kurt replies as he hails a cab and ushers Blaine inside.

"Well, I think we can add wall sex to our list of things." Kurt pants as he collapses next to a blissed out Blaine on the bed.

"I had no idea you were that strong." Blaine says, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.

"Neither did I. Fuck. Three mind blowing orgasms today. I feel like I could sleep for a week."

"Last day tomorrow."

"I know." Kurt pouts as he snuggles into Blaine's warm arms. "I wish we could stay here forever."

"We can soon." Blaine says as he plays idly with Kurt's hair. "Well, until we have babies and move to the suburbs and have neighbours called Jim and Pam."

"Yeah?" Kurt moves to prop his chin on Blaine's chest. "Do you want all that?"

"I wasn't sure. I could never really see that far into my future before. But now I'm with you...yeah. I do. I want the Volvo and the Little League and the ballet lessons and the washing line full of small clothes...and I want you. Coming home from work right as I set dinner on the table, or yelling from the sidelines as our son scores his first soccer goal...Have I said too much?" Blaine asks as Kurt stares at him.

"No. Not too much." Kurt says as his eyes shimmer. "You've just made me the happiest person alive. I think we can add another thing to our list, a thing we do better than anything else." Kurt says as he nuzzles back into Blaine's warm neck.

"Oh?"

"Love."