A/N: Something for you guys because I didn't want to leave you hanging. My in-laws are visiting, but I have some free time to update SOMETHING, so here ya go. :) Enjoy! Shy!Nerd!Kurt & Popular!Athlete!Blaine ;)

Chapter 12-Secret Valentine

Every Tuesdays and Thursdays, during gym class (2nd period), Kurt Elizabeth Hummel liked to secretly ogle Blaine Anderson from afar as the sexy olive-skinned athlete plays basketball with friends or when he's simply running laps, sweat dripping from his forehead. Watching those strong, muscular thighs working their magic is the best part of Kurt's enitre fucking week.

Also, Kurt had this...secret journal, if you will, that he likes too write in everyday...oh nothing special. Just babbling excessively about one Blaine Anderson, and all his perfection.

Yeah, obviously special. Because HE is special, one of a kind...Kurt thought, a dreamy smile on his face as he watched the jock run his laps today. Kurt sat on the bleachers, and he pushed his glasses up as he took in Blaine's appearance. He licked his lips and continued to write in his secret journal. If anyone ever found this (besides Mercedes knowing about his journal), he'd be mortified for life. All of his secret fantasies...wishes...wants, desires...promises, secrets, and GOALS are writing down neatly, in blue ball-point-pen, in this leather-bound teal colored journal.

Today, he wrote about Blaine's sense of humor and personality. During Algebra, Blaine would crack jokes, and Kurt would duck his head shyly, and try to stiffle a giggle, but to no avail. Of what he KNEW of Blaine Anderson, Kurt absolutely ADORED his personality. He was rather friendly in the hallways, talking to nerds AND jocks alike, not caring about social status.

Dear Journal, Feburary 3, 2012

Today Blaine looks better than ever. Is it possible he is not of this earth? He's an angel, MY angel. He's beautiful, and I find myself staring into his hazel eyes quite often. But, why would he go for someone like me? He is popular and atheletic...rich...everything I am not. I'm not really special; I'm nobody compared to him. I hope he notices me and talks to me someday. Weither it's at lunch time, or in the hallways, or even here in gym class. If I had one wish, I'd wish for him to be my Valentine...hug me just once...or to feel his plump lips against mine...

More tomorrow, thanks for listening when no one else does.

Kurt sighed, and closed his journal. He never signs it. That's his choice, and his choice alone. Kurt watched Blaine as he wiped the excessive sweat on his forehead and neck as he ran to the locker room, and found himself groaning. Again, as he pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up back on his nose, he grabbed his backpack and hoisted it on his left shoulder. He walked out of the gym, just as the bell rang for next class.

It's a wonderful life...with you in it, Blaine Anderson. Kurt thought as he headed to the other side of the school towards French class.

xxxK&Bxxx

Blaine cursed inwardly as he checked his watch, noting he was late for his next class. Other students were already piling in the gym for their excersise or game of one on one basketball. As he passed the bleachers, he his eye caught something. He strolled over to a green book, eyebrows raised in confusion, and he looked around to see who left it behind. He grabbed it and shrugged his shoulders and left, headed to his next class.

xxxK&Bxxx

Blaine's intrest was definitely peaked at this point, as he skimmed this green book, wondering who the hell had writing these...amazing things about him. He turned the next page, intruiged, and NOT wanting to put it down. Homework can wait until later.

If I had one wish, I'd wish for him to be my Valentine...Blaine read. He thought about it for a minute, but noticed that every single journal entry had no signature. So he didn't have a damn clue as to who it was. He sighed in frustration. Shit, that's right. Valentine's Day is coming up. Well, it looks like right now, my homework is to find out who exactly wrote this entire journal...He smiled as he got up from his seat in the library, glanced at the clock (reading 2:18pm), and left for the day.

xxxK&Bxxx

"Mercedes! Hey!" Kurt panted, as he walked up to his best friend, Mercedes. She retrieved a book from her locker, and smiled. "Hi, what's up white boy?"

"I...I can't find my journal!" Kurt hissed, looking around in panic. His heart beat wildly in his chest, thinking, that anyone at this point could have it...he felt nauseated...

She gasped. "Are...are you serious, Kurt?!"

"Do I look like I'm joking?!" He retorted.

"Well, where did you have it last?" She asked calmly.

"G-Gym...I-I left it on t-the bleachers...oh my GOD, Mercedes! What if Blaine finds it?! I'm fucked...I'm sooooo royally fucked..." Kurt said as he slumped against her locker. He frowned, and pushed his glasses up.

"Kurt...look. I'm sure you'll find it. Don't worry. Come on, let's get to math class...Mr. Warner will have a fit if we're late. You know how he is." She answered him with a gentle smile, and she grabbed his arm to link their elbows.

Kurt left his eyes downcast the entire time to his math class. Upon entering his classroom, he heard Mr. Warner, "Ok, settle down students. Get out last night's homework, and prepare to turn it in."

Kurt's heart skipped a beat, as his eyes came upon Blaine opening his notebook to get his homework out. He took a deep breath and started for his seat, literally, right next to Kurt's. He sat down gracefully, and got out his math book and spiral notebook, all the while avoiding Blaine next to him. If he looks at him at this point, he'd flip out.

"Psst! Hey, do you understand this?"

Kurt looked up to see Blaine waving the homework in front of Kurt's glasz eyes. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He's fucking TALKING to me! SAY something! "I...I..." Kurt stuttered nervously, as he pushed his glasses back up.

"I just need the answer to number 14. Did you get-" Blaine started.

"x=-24." They answered in unison.

Blaine grinned widely, and Kurt turned a crimson shade.

"Thanks, Kurt! I appreciate it! Do you have an extra pencil I can borrow?"

Kurt's eyes widened. "Y-Yeah...uhm, h-here. Take mine..." Kurt responded as he held out his own for the hunk to take.

"Thanks!"

"N-No problem..." Kurt mumbled, but then his eyes noticed a certian familiar green journal on Blaine's desk. He gasped audibly, and his hands became clammy. He felt dizzy. Blaine knows! He knows it's ME! I'm SCREWED!

"Kurt? Hey, are you ok?" Blaine asked, genuinely concerned and waved a hand in front of Kurt's now pale face.

"...s-sure..." His gaze never left his journal.

Blaine's eyes followed Kurt's shocked gaze, and he asked him, "Do you know who's this is?"

"N-No. " Kurt answered a little too quickly, and Blaine raised his dark triangular eyebrows. Kurt cleared his throat, and tried to answer again. "Nope. No clue."

"Ok." Blaine answered simply, not asking any further. Now I KNOW it's him because he's always sitting on the bleachers in gym! And that's where I found it!

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, thinking miserably, Yepp, I'm SO fucking screwed...

What he didn't see was Blaine smiling from beside him as class started.

xxxK&Bxxx

"Ok, when I call your name please come get your secret Valentine!" the gym coach bellowed over the students.

"Brittany S. Pierce!"

"Oooo! Maybe it's from Santa Claus!" She said excitedly, bouncing on her feet, and getting bewildered looks.

Kurt zoned out, and picked at the fabric on his red skinnies. All I fucking want is for Blaine to be my Valentine...is that too much to ask?! He frowned.

"Kurt Hummel!"

Kurt's head snapped up so quickly, he thought he had whiplash. His heart pounding, he stood up and headed towards the table at the front of the gym. He hesitated, and took the gigantic red Valentine. He opened it, and read,

I was hoping YOU wrote that journal, Kurt. You are my missing puzzle piece. Go out with me? :)

Happy Valentine's Day, Blaine, xoxoxo

"H-Hi, Kurt, do you like it?"

Kurt's head snapped up again, but this time a tear fell down his poreclain cheek as he stared right into the eyes of Blaine Anderson!

"I-I love it, thank you. H-How did you k-know it w-was me?" He sniffed.

"That look in math class the other day told me all I needed to know, Kurt." Blaine smiled adorably as he held his hand out for Kurt to take.

Kurt laughed , relieved, and grabbed his hand. Their hands fit perfectly.

From then on, he knew things would never be the same...