"Blaine, I have a confession to make," said Kurt seriously.
After the euphoria of Blaine's recovery had worn off, the couple had retreated to the peace and quiet of Blaine's home. His parents were out – when weren't they? – so they were guaranteed an uninterrupted evening of each other's company.
"What is it?" asked Blaine, smiling gently at him.
They were sitting on Blaine's bed, facing each other with their hands clasped. When Kurt remained silent, Blaine began to trace circles on his smooth skin to encourage him to open up and share whatever it was that he felt needed to be said.
"Karofsky's been sending me love notes all week, and I thought they were from you," Kurt admitted in a rush.
Blaine tensed, but otherwise made no sign that he had heard or was aware of anything. Kurt had expected for him to snatch his hands away and order him to leave, as Karofsky was still a touchy subject for them. While Kurt firmly believed that Karofsky wanted to change, and was making progress, Blaine was not convinced. He believed in the good in everyone – to an extent – but he made an exception for Karofsky, who had continually terrorized his boyfriend to the point where Kurt had feared for his life. Blaine had a forgiving nature, but when the person he loved more than life itself was threatened, nothing and no one could keep him from holding a grudge.
"I'm sorry," Kurt whispered.
That seemed to snap Blaine out of his daze. "Why would you apologize?"
Kurt shrugged helplessly. "It seemed appropriate."
"This wasn't your fault, Kurt," said Blaine reassuringly, leaning forward to catch Kurt's eye. "Karofsky needs help, both in coming to terms with who he is, and in getting over his little crush on you. He probably only thinks he's in love with you because you're the first openly gay person he met."
"I don't care for him romantically, Blaine, you have to believe me," Kurt pleaded.
"Shh, it's alright. I know," Blaine soothed, moving to take Kurt in his arms. "And anyway, Karofsky can't have you. You're all mine."
Kurt gave a weak chuckle at that. "I'm yours," he murmured.
They lay in bed together for a few more minutes, before Kurt suddenly flipped over so that he was balanced on top of Blaine. He'd had enough time to think, and he'd decided to move past Karofsky's semi-stalkerish behavior. It was Valentine's Day, after all, and they should be focused on each other. He began to trail kisses across Blaine's face and down his neck, Blaine arching his body to allow for better access.
"Tonight is all about you," Kurt whispered, "Let me pleasure you."
All Blaine could do was nod as he relinquished his control, giving himself over to Kurt completely. He only wished that he'd had Kurt to take care of him all along . . .