Many apologies for the huge delay in this chapter being posted, but I was chilling out in Chicago and had no time for writing :D

Now however I am back in good old England, and present to you the longest chapter of YDOYD yet. And possibly the best.

Valentines Day xxx

Chapter 30 - Valentine

"So, what are you and Blaine doing for Valentines Day?" I nearly spat out my sandwich.

"For Gagas sake! Why does everybody keep asking me that?" Scott raised his hands in the air, surprise on his face.

"Woah! Jeez, sorry for asking." I looked down, annoyed.

"No, I'm sorry, it's me."

"I gather you and Blaine haven't talked about it then."

"No, we haven't." A deep sigh escaped from my lips.

"I'm sure it'll be fine."

"But I'm so confused – does the fact he's not mentioned it mean he doesn't want to do anything? He could have this irrational hatred of all public holidays but I wouldn't know because we never talked about it. Or he could be expecting me to be planning something and he's going to be all disappointed because I haven't-"

"-Kurt." I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked at my best friend. "Stop stressing. If I know Blaine, and I do, he's probably planned the whole day, but he's just keeping it a surprise." Hmm, that sounded feasible.

"Blaine is good at planning…"

"Yeah! He planned that photo thing for you didn't he? Although he did need a bit of prompting for that." My ears pricked.

"Prompting? From who?"

"Um, nobody! I don't know…" I was about to question my friend further, suspicion growing on my features, when he suddenly jerked his arm out towards something.

"Hey, look! Now's your chance!"

"What?" I looked over in confusion, before noticing Blaine walking through the cafeteria, quickly grabbing some food.

"Go ask Blaine if he's planned anything for tomorrow." For a second I dithered, unsure what the best course of action was, before my curiosity got the better of me and I ran over.

"Hey! Blaine!" My boyfriend's eyes lit up when he saw me – my heart fluttered and I had half a mind to just kiss him right there and then. However, there were more important things on my mind.

"Can I talk to you about something?" I slipped my arm round his waist but Blaine pulled his expression into an awkward grimace.

"Oh Kurt, baby, I would love to talk, but I've got a Head Boy meeting right now and I'm already late." For a split second my world was rocked by being called 'baby' (we'd reached the point of endearing names – this was like heaven to me) however, it immediately crashed down again at the rejection.

"Oh, ok…"

"I'm so sorry, I promise we'll talk later ok?" He gave me a sincere glance, trying to wash the disappointment from my eyes, before bestowing me a quick kiss and then scooting off out of the door.

"No luck?" Scott asked as I trudged back to the table. I shook my head.

"Nope. He was late for a Head Boy meeting."

"Jeez they have a lot of those. I am never putting myself up for that job that's for sure." As I sat down and took another bite of my sandwich, I tried to tell myself not to worry. Blaine and I would talk tonight, everything would be solved. I was probably getting flustered for nothing.

"Do you and Mercedes have plans?" I suddenly asked, making Scott look up questioningly. "For Valentines Day?" He grinned.

"Oh BOY – that pretty little lady is not going to know what hit her." I laughed, swallowing my mouthful and wondering how long the phone call I would have with my other best friend was going to be the day after.

When I got back to my dorm at the end of the day I was exhausted. I hadn't stopped moving the whole day and as a result had had no time to schedule in any talking session with Blaine. When I reached my door however, there was a note tacked to it, with handwriting I recognised.

Hey Kurt – sorry we never got time for that talk – things overran and I just haven't had the chance. I promise I'll make it up to you. See you tomorrow. Blaine xxx

I sighed, lightly tugging it off the door and holding it up to my chest as I stumbled into my room and collapsed onto the bed. Well he wanted to see me tomorrow – that was a start. I guess if we did have any Valentines Day plans I was going to have to find out on the day itself.

I woke up groggily, but with a feeling that something was different.

Light shone into my room and I realised that my curtains had parted so a thin beam of morning sunlight cast across my bed and onto something placed at the end. Instantly I sat up. Sitting there, the moisture on the petals from some last minute watering sparkling like diamonds, was a huge bouquet of flowers. And they were lilies.

"Oh Gaga." I whispered under my breath, scrambling excitedly across the bed and grabbing hold of them. I took a deep breath of the scent and sighed. There was a note attached to the wrapping and I pulled it off to read, chuckling softly.

Happy Valentines Day. Meet me in the cafeteria and wear warm clothes – it's cold outside.

I couldn't help it – I squealed. Not wasting a second more my feet hit the floor and I ran to grab my towel for the shower. Some serious primping was in order.

When I stepped into the cafeteria I felt refreshed and excited, tiny little butterflies of anticipation fluttering about in my tummy. I'd taken one of the lilies and slotted it through my button hole and couldn't stop glancing at it every couple of seconds, pride rippling through me. When I saw Blaine my heart leapt again – especially when I saw what he was wearing. His grey coat was unbuttoned and flapped open to reveal a white and black striped polo underneath a deep burgundy cardigan, the most adorable turn-up jeans, and of course, immaculate black shoes. But the most important detail, the detail that made the butterflies grow and begin to thump against my stomach – no hair gel. Sweet Gaga all I wanted to do was run my hands through it and we hadn't even started.

As I approached my boyfriend went to say something but I didn't give him the chance, cupping my hand to the back of his neck and kissing him passionately.

"Happy Valentines Day baby." He said when we broke apart, chuckling softly. Holy Louboutin there he went again. These 'baby's were going to kill me.

"How did you get into my room?" I asked. It seemed an odd question, but it was the first one that had popped into my head. The combination of Blaine being Blaine, and the new smell that was beginning to waft over me of gorgeous cologne, had made me feel rather dizzy.

"I have my sources." He replied with a grin. "All Head Boys have master keys for their house, so a quick word with Nathaniel and I had full access."

"Jeez, that's a bit creepy."

"Yeah, it is isn't it?"

"You could just walk in, at any time."

"And I was right there by your bed, I could have done anything."

"I should report you."

"Yes, you should..." As we'd spoken our faces had drawn closer and closer together, our voices quietening and our mouths stretching out into blissful smiles, until finally they connected. Gaga…

"Anyway…" Suddenly Blaine broke away, our lips still inches apart, my head leaning to the side in sheer bliss, "We should get some breakfast." I made a noise of disappointment, before linking my fingers with his and allowing myself to be dragged off towards the servery.

"So, what are our plans for today?" I slipped the piece of scrambled egg off my fork and into my mouth. Blaine looked up from his grapefruit and smiled.

"Well if I told you then it wouldn't be a surprise." I scowled, making him laugh.

"No fair."

"What I would say though, is don't eat all that food." Glancing down at the rest of my egg and toast, my eyebrows furrowed.

"Why?"

"Because you'll need an appetite." He licked the juice off his spoon with a flourish and my heart flipped. I noticed a couple of other boys were sharing romantic breakfasts with their partners – it was a Dalton rule that outsiders were allowed in for the day, but couldn't stay longer than 8pm. This meant that most of them ate very quickly, obviously wanting to spend the rest of their time doing more, exciting things.

"I wonder if Scott's got to Lima yet." I mused to the two of us. My best friend was making the trip as a surprise – one that I was sure would reap him many rewards. "He set off really early."

"Scott? Up early? That's a new one."

"I know. He thinks Mercedes is worth it though."

"She is." I smiled, taking one final mouthful of my breakfast before pushing the plate away.

"So, shall we be off?"

I hadn't been in Blaine's car since our infamous first date – the memory of sitting in the plush seats brought back so many happy thoughts that I struggled to contain myself. Blaine slipped into the drivers chair and grinned at me as he turned on the ignition, his ipod booting up to reveal Teenage Dream again.

"For old times sake." He said with a smile, the dimple on his cheek making me melt. "I never get bored of it if I'm quite honest."

"Me neither."

As we drove the feeling in my stomach started to mix between excitement and curiosity. If Blaine's previous surprises were anything to go by then I was sure I was in for a treat, but I was still desperate to know. As he drove my boyfriend's posture was relaxed, humming along to the music and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in a way that made me smile. How had I been so lucky? I would never know.

"You ok?" I came back to reality and realised he'd caught me staring. My cheeks flushed.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"We're nearly here. In fact…" Turning to the right we pulled into a field and my eyebrows furrowed again. There wasn't anything anywhere near here. What were we doing? "Ta dah." Before I could say anything else Blaine hopped out of the car, running around to let me out before going to the trunk.

"I hate to ask Blaine, but why are we in the middle of a field?" I cautiously stepped forward, carefully surveying the ground. (Generally fields and expensive shoes did not mix. I'd had too many experiences with animal droppings for my liking.) Blaine looked up and pointed to something, clearing his throat.

"Ok, my apologies, a field with a forest?" He smiled.

"Well – we are doing what every couple does at some point in their relationship." Hauling out a huge tweed basket his smile widened to a grin. "Having a picnic!" My eyes widened.

"A picnic?" For a second Blaine looked concerned.

"Yeah…is that ok?"

"As long as I don't have to sit on this grass in these jeans that is the best idea ever." I smiled, holding out my arms to take something and he handed me a blanket.

Blaine hadn't been wrong when he'd said wrap up warm – there was a strong breeze and every so often it blew through the trees and made me pull my coat in closer. The spot we'd picked for our picnic was fairly secluded however, and acted as a block for most of the time. I'd helped set the blanket down on the ground, finding bits of wood and stone to hold the corners down, but my boyfriend had done all the rest, opening the huge basket to reveal a delicious selection of finger food.

"Wow." I'd gasped, leaning forward to breathe in the scent of cheese and fruit, my mouth watering. "Where did you get all this?"

"Nathaniel helped again." He admitted shyly, "his kitchen contacts."

"Well thank you Nathaniel…" Moving back into a seated position, my legs crossed neatly under one another, I watched Blaine produce two plates from back of the basket. He handed one to me and then began piling food on his.

"I can't believe we only just ate breakfast and we're having this." I muttered, picking out some crackers.

"Well I did tell you not to have much. Plus we can spread this meal out as long as we want – we have all day." Man that was a sentence I could hear more often.

The food was delicious – I reminded myself to pay a visit to the kitchen staff when we got back and thank them. It was very hard not to sit there and stuff my face to oblivion. Blaine however, managed to keep my mind on other things throughout the meal, feeding me bits of fruit and generally being adorable. The constant battle in my brain between food and sex was so ferocious it had me exhausted.

"How is your day going so far?" I turned my head sideways so I could see Blaine – I was splayed out on my back with my shoes touching the edge of the blanket. He was laid out next to me on his side, propping himself up with his elbow. A blissful smile spread across my face.

"Very well." Blaine smiled back, plucking a grape from his bunch and holding it up to my lips. I leant forward slightly to bite it in half, sucking the piece into my mouth and watching him smile as he placed the other half in his.

"Good."

"Have you…?" Suddenly I was embarrassed to ask the question, my eyes dropping to look at the ground and my cheeks reddening. A hand reached out to push my chin back upwards.

"Kurt?"

"Have you…had Valentines Days like this before?" He seemed puzzled.

"Well no, not like this, with you…"

"No, I mean, with other guys. Have you done things like this with other people?" Now he looked concerned.

"Well…yes. I've had boyfriends on Valentines Day. Two." I knew there was nothing to it, but I couldn't stop the pang of jealousy from darting through my gut. "But they were very different."

"How?" Moving so he could stroke my cheek as he spoke, Blaine continued.

"Well, the first was when I was twelve – his name was Cole. We went out for dinner and dressed up all smart – I thought it was the most grown up thing I'd ever done. Of course our parents were sitting at the table next to us, but that wasn't the point." I chuckled and he smiled, his fingers running along the creases in my face. "Then the next one was three years later – he was Jeremiah. I thought he was the one you know – we'd been together four months, which was a long time when you're fifteen. I spent hours the night before making him a card from a Pringles tube, because I knew he loved them. When we met up I was so excited to give it to him, and he told me it was sweet, but I'd got the wrong flavour." A soft gasp escaped from my lips. Blaine nodded. "I know right? I was devastated. We went through the whole date with me wanting to cry – he asked me to look after the card because he didn't have a bag and I took it home and tore it up. We didn't last much longer after that." He gave a short laugh and I stared up into his eyes, suddenly seeing a tinge of sadness as he remembered the time. Instinctively my hand reached to rest on the side of his face.

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't be sorry – it was his fault. He turned out to be a jerk anyway so it was probably for the best."

"So you've had mixed celebrations then?"

"Yup." I sighed, dropping back onto my back and staring up at the grey sky.

"Kurt." A hand snaked round my waist, pulling me over so I was suddenly pressed against Blaine's body, both of us on our side. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I received a sarky look. "It's nothing, I swear. Nothing for you to be worried about."

"If you're not completely happy then that worries me." I sighed.

"It's just…well, I thought that…" Blaine was rubbing circles on my back, his expression caring, willing me to confide. "I thought that you might have had so many Valentines Days already that you might be bored of it…that you might not want to do anything with me." A sigh escaped from my boyfriend's lips.

"Oh Kurt. Of course I wanted to do something with you! I planned this didn't I?"

"Yes, I know. But I was just worried y'know? Because we didn't talk about it." Now Blaine pulled me in closer, one of his legs intertwining with mine.

"I'm sorry we didn't talk about it, I know we should have. But I knew this was your first Valentines and I wanted to make it special – I wanted you to feel the crazy butterflies that you get when someone surprises you, and the thrill of the new experiences. I wanted you to have the perfect, proper Valentines Day that I didn't have with Jeremiah. Because you deserve it." Suddenly I felt an overwhelming emotion flow through me. Gripping tight onto Blaine's shoulders I pressed my lips fiercely to his, trying to transfer the emotion, the pure love that I felt for him right now.

"You are amazing." I mumbled into his open mouth. "Everything is amazing. I…"

Suddenly the feeling of something big and wet dripped onto my head.

"Aaaaah!" Immediately I jerked up, my hands frantically wiping at my hair to get whatever had fallen on me off. Blaine seemed worried.

"What's wrong?"

"Something wet just landed on my head! Something horrible aaaah!" Once again another drop landed on me, this time on my shoulder. I yanked my cardigan towards my face to try and see what it was and Blaine laughed.

"Kurt." He said. "Look up." Twisting my head to stare up I noticed the deep grey clouds that had begun to pool and swirl around the sky. Another raindrop fell down and hit me square in the forehead, I cried out again and Blaine laughed once more.

"Looks like we'd better be going." Hurriedly we gathered up our picnic, throwing the uneaten food into the basket and scrunching up the blanket. As we made our way towards the car the rain began to fall more steadily – from the looks of it it seemed like a storm was brewing. When we reached it Blaine opened the trunk and we chucked the things inside – I immediately went to run for the passenger door but an arm jerked out to stop me.

"Kurt." Blaine said, pulling me close again. "You know I want you to experience new things?"

"Yes…"

"Well how about dancing in the rain?" Flicking his arm I was spun out and then snapped back towards him – our noses bumped together and I let out a surprised squeal.

"But it's wet…" I complained, looking down at my clothes, which were already dotted with dark patches.

"That's what makes it fun." Realising I wasn't going to have much choice I nodded reluctantly and Blaine whisked me away from the car into the middle of the field.

For some reason the dancing took me immediately back to the Dalton ball, stepping with Cynthia and desperately trying to keep my emotions in check. I remembered looking at Blaine's dance partner and feeling the darkest of jealousies – that I would never get to hold him like she was. And now, here I was, moving to a silent beat on an invisible dance floor, with the man I loved. Blaine was leading, one arm wrapped securely round my waist and the other hand gripping tightly to mine. His eyes were fixed on me and the rain was streaming down his face, drops dripping off his nose and collecting in his eyelashes. The smile on his face was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Suddenly I didn't care that we were getting soaked. I didn't care that the rain was dripping down the back of my shirt and making me shiver. I didn't even care that my shoes were probably going to be ruined. This was perfect.

When we stumbled back up the Wordsworth stairs both of us were giggling like children. Blaine had insisted that he give me a piggyback the whole way back from the car, which had provided hilarious results. As he attempted to set me down I lost my footing and tumbled over onto my bottom.

"Oh my God, are you ok?" Blaine asked, still managing to sound concerned in between his giggles.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I responded, also unable to stop my laughter. Bending down he grabbed hold of my hands, hoisting me up so I giggled again.

"You smell like rain." I murmured, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my nose into his still damp cheek. "I like rain." Silently our lips met, scents mingling and wet clothes sliding against each other. A large shiver of pleasure ran through me but Blaine mistook it for cold.

"We should probably shower." He said, breaking away so I let out a mewl of disappointment. "Wait here." Scooting off into his room he shut the door behind him and I leant back against the wall, closing my eyes. Now that the fun had been broken I really was cold, my clothes were sticking against me and it was hard to move. I dreaded to think what my hair looked like.

When Blaine returned he had two towels and a bunch of clothes.

"You can just borrow mine." He said, handing me a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. I smiled, taking them gratefully before we made our way to the showers.

The warm water was like heaven. My wet clothes lay in a heap on the floor (I was never wearing skin tight jeans in the rain ever again – they'd taken forever to get off) and I stuck my head straight into the flow, sighing with pleasure. A chuckle from the next cubicle rang out and I realised that Blaine could hear me. It was a strange feeling knowing that we were both naked right now, with only a thin tiled wall separating us. Really, there was nothing stopping me from slipping round and… Ergh. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the unsavoury images that were now racing through my head.

When my five minutes was up I reluctantly stepped out into the misty air, beginning to dry myself and slip into the clothes Blaine had provided. Both were a little big, and totally at the other end of my normal clothing spectrum, but I realised in delight that they smelt completely and deliciously of him. For a long while I just stood there, smelling them, until the man himself called out from outside.

"Are you ready?" Picking up my wet clothes I opened the door and saw my boyfriend in similar attire – his damp hair acting like gel so he seemed like he'd just got back from class.

"The clothes ok?" He asked, taking my towel from me.

"Yeah, they're a little big, but they're comfy." And they smell of you.

"Well I think you look adorable." Lightly kissing the top of my head Blaine interlocked his fingers with mine and we walked back to his room.

When we reached the door suddenly we stopped. Blaine turned to look at me and I saw something different in his eyes. Nerves.

"Now, I know you think the picnic was all we had planned." He began, rubbing his arm with his free hand, "but the day isn't over yet." Slowly, he opened his bedroom door and I gasped. There were flowers everywhere. Flowers on the dresser, flowers by the TV – there were even petals scattered all over the bed. The room smelt divine and I instantly leant forward, my whole body relaxing as I breathed it in.

"I hope it's not too much." Blaine asked, still looking nervous. I shook my head.

"Not at all. It's perfect." Leading us into the room my boyfriend took us over to the sofa – we sat down softly and then the kissing began.

"So, is this the plan for the rest of the evening?" I asked with a grin on my face. Blaine smiled.

"As much as I would love to just do this, I did plan other things." I pretended to be upset and he gave me a light shove, his touch turning me on more than stopping me.

"Like, what?"

"Well…I thought we could watch a Disney film-"

"-Oh my Gaga seriously?" Abruptly I sat up, surprise and happiness on my face. Blaine laughed.

"Yup."

"Yes! But only if I get to pick. Otherwise we just have to kiss all night."

"Well…we could just do that…" He leaned forward to kiss me again but I hauled my body over the edge of the sofa to grab at the pile of Disney DVDs by the TV, making him growl in annoyance. Oh man, which one to pick?

"Whatcha gonna go for?" I felt fingers running along the piece of skin I'd revealed from leaning over and shivered, temporarily losing focus.

"Um, erm…" Suddenly I spied what I wanted. "Ooh! Aladdin!" Snatching up the DVD I returned to my original position, handing it to Blaine inches away from his face.

"Wanna watch?"

I'd forgotten how much I liked Disney films. That was one of the things Dad had actually managed to successfully introduce me to – not the exact films he wanted, but close enough. I remembered watching them endlessly – some of them so much that we wore the tapes out and had to buy new ones. Aladdin was the one I watched the most with Mum – my secret crush on him only the beginning of my self-discovery. As we lay on the sofa Blaine softly stroked my damp hair, his steady breathing helping to dry it. We whispered lines to each other and when it came to 'A Whole New World' sung to each other with blissful smiles on our faces. (After a brief argument over who would be Jasmine – I won.) I was in heaven.

When the film ended I stretched out on the sofa, my head tucking in underneath Blaine's chin so he laughed and tickled my now visible tummy.

"What time is it?" I asked sleepily, my eyes still closed.

"Eight thirty." My body jerked up instantly.

"Oh no! We broke the curfew! I should go-" I went to get up, frantically scrabbling for my things with worry etched across my face, but Blaine laughed again, pulling me back down.

"Actually…I was thinking you could stay the night." My eyes widened.

"What."

"You heard me." He was grinning. Why was he grinning? What did this mean? I was so confused I forgot how to talk.

"You could at least look a little bit happy." He continued, obviously a bit put out by my non-reaction.

"Are we allowed?" Oh jeez – I had to stop sounding like I was a child staying up past his bedtime.

"Well, if I remember correctly, students can be granted permission to have their significant others stay over if they exhibit good behaviour by the Head Boy – which is moi." He pointed at himself and I laughed. "And I must say, I've been exceptionally good recently." Grinning again he pulled me in for a kiss but I was still shocked. I was spending the night with Blaine. We would be sleeping in the same bed…

"Are you ok Kurt? Do you want to stay over?" Immediately I sat up, wanting to make my reaction clear.

"Oh, yes, of course I do! It's just…this is a pretty big thing for me, staying…over…" Realisation spread across my boyfriend's face.

"Oh. So you've never…?"

"No. I mean, I've had slumber parties with Mercedes and Rachel, but that's completely different. They're girls."

"And not girls you're romantically involved with."

"Exactly. That would be gross." We both laughed and I instantly felt more relaxed. Blaine seemed to know how to deal with every situation – he was like my guardian angel taking me through the steps of courtship. A very handsome guardian angel.

"Well we can take it as slow as you like, it's up to you. After all, we're checking off a lot of firsts today." Slowly he sat up, unhooking my arms, which had twined around his neck and getting to his feet. "You wanna borrow some pyjamas?" I nodded.

It was only a bed. Just a big cushion held up by some pieces of wood. Why was I so scared of it? Standing by the construction I looked down at it nervously, slowly taking one of my fingers and prodding it into the mattress.

"Hmm, springy." I sounded like a complete idiot. Blaine laughed, jumping onto his side with no real issue, stretching out and holding up his arms towards me.

"Come on. I won't bite. It's just like cuddling on the sofa." For some reason my palms had begun to sweat, taking me back to the time I'd first gone swimming with my Dad, the hours standing by the side of the pool building up the courage to jump in. I swallowed down the saliva that had begun to collect in my mouth, put one knee of the bed, and then took the plunge.

It felt, nice. The bed was extremely comfy (I wondered if they gave executive mattresses to the Head Boys as well as the rooms) and even more so was my boyfriend. His arms immediately wrapped around me, pulling me close so I was immersed in his gorgeous scent, and suddenly I felt silly for worrying. Blaine would never force me to do anything.

"Now, this isn't so bad, is it?"

"No, not at all." I snuggled further into his chest, closing my eyes and smiling, before suddenly the warm blanket was taken away.

"Hey!" The words came out instinctively and Blaine laughed.

"Sorry – I just have something I want to show you." He leaned over the edge of the bed and I grumbled to myself. That wasn't fair, giving me something so nice only to take it away instantly. This better be good. When he returned my boyfriend produced his guitar – my body jerked up and suddenly became a lot more interested.

"I noticed you've never been serenaded before" he began "well, apart from Teenage Dream, but that wasn't exactly planned." I chuckled softly under my breath, remembering the first time I had set eyes upon Blaine – the moment my whole life had been turned upside down. "Well I want to rectify that." Bringing the guitar up onto his lap he sat cross-legged and began to tune the strings. "I think this song is pretty appropriate, and says something that I've been meaning to say for a while." Glancing up at me one more time, dazzling me with those eyes and that gorgeous smile, my boyfriend began to sing.

You think that people would have had enough of silly love songs

An instant smile appeared on my face. I loved this song.

Well I look around me and I see it isn't so

Some people wanna fill the world, with silly love songs

Well what's wrong with that?

I'd like to know

Well here I go, again

I, love, you

My life imploded.

Was this really happening? Had I just stepped into some ridiculous dream? Had I actually been dreaming all this time, fabricating this wonderful day, this whole year in my twisted little brain? Because I couldn't not be dreaming right now. It was too unreal. Blaine, my boyfriend, the love of my life, had just told me that he loved me.

NO WAY.

My reaction must have been visible because Blaine faltered, suddenly becoming worried like he'd done something wrong. Holy hell this was about as far away from wrong as you could get.

"Carry on." I said. My voice was cracked and to be honest I sounded like I was dying. But I was ecstatic. I took my hand and placed it on Blaine's leg and he seemed to take this as a cue, starting back where he left off

I, love, you

My God he'd said it again

I, just can't explain The feeling's plain to me

So can't you see?

I, love, you

Love doesn't come in a minute

Sometimes it doesn't come at all

I only know that when I'm in it

It isn't silly

Love isn't silly

Love isn't silly at allllll

Not at all

When the song finished I knew that I was crying. I hadn't consciously felt the tears come but my cheeks were wet and I was shaking lightly from sobs. Blaine out the guitar softly on the bed, looking at me anxiously, not sure what to do.

"I hope those are tears of happiness..." He said nervously. "Otherwise I think I might actually cry myself." I responded by throwing my arms around him, kissing him with more passion than I ever had before. They were definitely tears of happiness.

It seemed like hours until we finally stopped making out – I never wanted to stop, never wanted to let go of Blaine ever again. But we had to. I lay on top my boyfriend, my hand wedged up his shirt and his down the back of my trousers. Both of us were panting loudly but the grins on our faces stretched for miles.

"Wow," Blaine began, his voice holding an unbelievably sexy breathless quality, "maybe I should sing to you more often." I laughed, pressing my lips softly to his once more, before suddenly and unexpected yawn escaped.

"Oh no." I mumbled, annoyed with myself. Why did I have to be tired? If I went to sleep then this day would have to end.

"What's wrong?" Ever attentive, my boyfriend pulled me closer, concern now gracing his features. I sighed.

"Nothing. I just don't want to go to sleep yet." Blaine's mouth quirked into a smile.

"Well, we have other things we can do," another yawn came tumbling out of my mouth, "that don't require much energy."

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever been spooned?" Immediately I blushed. No – I'd never been spooned. But it was something I'd thought about many many times. All of them to do with Blaine.

"No."

"Well that's another first we can claim." Pushing me upwards so we were sitting on the bed he gestured for me to lie down properly, my head on the pillow and my body facing the wall. As I studied it I saw several photos stuck there in a haphazard way very unlike Blaine. To my delight they all contained us.

"I like to look at them when I go to sleep." Suddenly I felt a warm body behind me, Blaine snuggled up to my back and spoke into my ear, making me shiver. "Helps me relax." Wow. His arms slipped around my waist and I sighed again, making him chuckle.

"So today we had our first picnic, our first dance in the rain, our first shower in the same room," oh jeez he'd been thinking about that too "you were serenaded for the first time and now we're spooning. Has this been a god Valentines Day?" I tried to turn round but he held me close, stopping me.

"Do you even need to ask? It was perfect. You're perfect."

"Hah. I'm definitely not perfect. You are though. Completely." Blaine rested his nose on the back of my neck, his breath tickling my skin and his fingers gently stroking my stomach.

"I love you." He whispered, almost too quiet to hear – just for me.

"I love you too."