"Happy Valentine's Day!" Blaine yelled to Kurt at Quinn's on a Friday afternoon when no customers were in the shop. 'Oh the joy of being alone on Valentine's Day once again.' Kurt thought to himself. Right when he turned around, he was hit with the cool frosting in his face.
At first it really scared him, terrified him, actually. He was hit with memories of being a freshman and sophomore, getting slushy facials every single day; even multiple times a day with a different flavor every time. The chillingly cool drink that was forever burned into his skin. The smell of it made him cringe and want to run and hide to avoid the part liquid, part ice drink that seeped into his clothes, then his skin and down to his soul, forever burning into his brain that he will never be good enough for anyone.
But Kurt wasn't hit with the red or blue, or sometimes purple dye and ice that were in these slushy cups. Surprisingly, he was hit with the light smell of strawberries. He wiped away the icing that was covering his eyes and instead of seeing a threatening bully, it was Blaine.
Sweet, beautiful, kind Blaine. He was biting his lower lip and it seemed as if he was doing everything in his power to not start giggling like a small child. Kurt glared at Blaine and thought, 'Really? A strawberry cupcake in the face? Today?'
"You are so going to pay for this, Anderson." Kurt said. He turned slightly and grabbed a giant cupcake-at Quinn's they call them 'Big Daddies'- and squished the three dollar, carefully iced, tall treat into Blaine's face. Chocolate and peanut butter frosting and cake fell to their feet with a squish sound.
Blaine's eyebrows-that Kurt constantly just couldn't stop starting at-shot up and a pink tongue poked out from Blaine's mouth, taking a large swipe of icing from around his cute little lips. "Mmm, my favorite. How'd you guess?" He said with cake and frosting still all over his face.
"I see you eyeing them every single day, you aren't very good at hiding it, you know?" Kurt leaned against the counter, looking at the other peanut butter cupcakes that he might need later. Either to eat his feelings later tonight because he is still single and doesn't even have his parents to comfort him anymore. Or he could use them to throw in Blaine's face in about ten seconds.
"Everything's better with chocolate and peanut butter." Blaine admitted, licking more of the frosting off of his face, hoping it wouldn't come out of his paycheck. "Hey, I'm a poet and I didn't even know it."
"That doesn't even rhyme!" Kurt giggled.
"You know what? It's close enough, it's a true and you know it." Blaine sprinkled some candy hearts on Kurt's head; most fell to the ground, but a few fastened themselves to the frosting that was still on Kurt's face. He plucked one off and read it aloud. "U R So Cute."
Blaine was suddenly a little nervous. Yes, he did think Kurt was cute. Adorable, handsome, lovely, splendid, marvelous, everything! What was he going to say or do with this candy that just happened to land on him. He wanted to tell Kurt that, yes, actually he thinks he is cute, beyond cute, but he couldn't.
"Well if I'm cute, you'll look absolutely darling with this." And Kurt grabbed the bowl of Harry Potter jellybeans (also known as Bertie Bott's for you Potter Heads out there).
"No! Don't waste them!" Blaine yelled, trying to catch as many of the beans as he could before most of them hit the floor. "This means attack." Blaine said under his breath and before they knew it, they were involved in a full-blown food fight.
Soon gummy bears, Swedish fish, M & M's and mini cupcakes were being thrown around the shop, behind the counter. Kurt grabbed a fresh pie and Blaine stopped mid throw of a handful of sprinkles. "You wouldn't."
"And what makes you think that?" Kurt grabbed a pie with white vanilla frosting on top and held it delicately.
"Please, I'll do anything." Blaine kneeled to the ground.
"Anything?" Kurt raised an eyebrow. He thought for a minute and then simply replied, "Sing."
"Oh, ok. Um what song-"
"Defying Gravity. You know it?" Kurt interrupted.
"Just the chorus, ending part." He stood up and looked at Kurt and began to sing.
So if you care to find me, look to the western sky. As someone told me lately, everyone deserves a chance to fly! And if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free. To those who ground me: take a message back from me. Tell them how I am defying gravity. I'm flying high, defying gravity! And soon I'll match them in renown. And nobody in all of Oz, no wizard that there ever is or was is ever gonna bring me down! Bring me down! Aaahhhh!
And on that last note Kurt threw the pie in Blaine's face.
"No! Not the bowtie!" He yelled and yelled, trying to save that article of clothing.
"Truce." Blaine stuck his hand out but Kurt had another idea in mind. He took off Blaine's hat and poured some more strawberry syrup all over his hair. He grabbed all of Blaine's hair and massaged the syrup into his hair and scalp ten put the hat back on.
"Truce." Kurt shook his sticky hand with Blaine.
"You're terrible." Blaine said as a drop of syrup fell down his cheek from beneath his crooked hat. With that, Blaine tackled Kurt to the ground. Luckily no one smashed their heads on the tiled ground and got hurt so Blaine did what he knew was Kurt's weakness-tickles. So Blaine straddled Kurt' hips and began his revenge.
"Blaine! Stop! Stop it!" Kurt laughed but Blaine refused to stop. He continued to tickle his belly and sides.
"This is what you get for that last pie and the bow tie!" He yelled. "This is revenge, Kurt Hummel!" He stopped tickling him. "Ok, I'm done."
Kurt sighed with relief, "Thank goodness." And they both started to get up.
"Not!" Blaine yelled again and kept continued tickling the boy underneath him.
'What in the world?' Quinn Fabray thought from the kitchen as she finished icing up her quadruple cinnamon crumble cake that she was very proud to have made. She was hearing some laughter and strange noises coming from the front. She set down her icing bag and whipped her hands on her light blue apron. She walked through the curtain and couldn't believe what she saw.
Food everywhere. Cupcakes destroyed. Syrup on the walls and the floors. She was about to loose it, why are these two wasting everything they all worked hard on and spent money towards? How could they do this while the shop was still open? What would happen if a customer walked in, ready to order something and found that there was nothing left because Kurt and Blaine decided to have a little fun and now they and behind the counter were now wearing food that was meant to be bought, sold and eaten?
She was ready to loose her control on the anger boiling inside of her, but then something stopped her. She noticed that these two boys were having fun. They were laughing their little heads off. She knew Kurt had lost everything recently but Blaine made him so happy. She was happy that Kurt had someone to make them laugh and smile because everyone deserves that.
She cleared her throat and the laughing stopped. The two boys stood and you could just about read 'ashamed' across their faces. They looked like little children, knowing they had been caught and were in trouble. "It's ok boys. I'm going to let this slide, just clean it up and I'll close the shop early tonight." She walked to the front door, flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED and went back to the kitchen.
She stood by her desk and looked at a picture frame that was hanging on the wall. In the picture was a photograph of a young woman with big brown eyes, a nose that was a little larger then the average Joe and hair that was the perfect shade of brown; bangs, medium long length that flipped out a little at the ends. "Someday, my love, we'll be together. Happy Valentine's Day, Rachel Berry."
Kurt needed to talk to his parents again. He missed sitting on the balcony beside the living room and it always seemed to clear his head. He grabbed a couple of photo albums, his favorite tea, and a comfy blanket as he headed outside to sulk. He put the blanket back and decided to take Blaine's ugly, oversized sweater with him.
He sat in an old chair, threw on Blaine's jacket and sniffed it to prove whether or not it smelled like him. It did. It smelled like nice cologne and maple and just, Blaine. Kurt wished that Blaine were here. No, maybe he shouldn't wish that. It would only make him sad when he left because they are not in a relationship. But Kurt wished so badly that they were. But was his heart ready? Even somewhat close to ready? He didn't know, he was so lost. Yes, they are close friends and they care about each other but he can't just go up to Blaine one day and say, "Hey, you are the only person who reached out to me. My parents are dead. I'm lonely. Let's date! Love me!" No! He couldn't and he wouldn't.
"Uhh!" He grunted out loud, taking another sip of his tea. He opened the scrapbook and took a deep breath. "Hi mom, hi dad. So I'm freaking out. I met this guy a couple of weeks ago and I really like him. He took me to church, I like it. Surprising, huh? Everyone was so nice. They were something else, I can tell you that, but I liked it a lot. But then there's Blaine-the guy I met. He works at Quinn's, mama. You guys would both like him a lot. He's very involved in the church, he cares for me, comforts me when I'm down and depressed, he even sings to me. I just don't know if my heart is ready for something as big as a relationship. I've never even been in a relationship before, you guys know that. Give me a sign, anything."
"Come on Mercedes, pick up." Blaine murmured to himself as he was frantically looking through his closet for something nice to wear.
"Hello?" A friendly voice on the other line said right before the call went to her voicemail.
"Mercedes! Thank goodness you answered! I need to talk to you." Blaine picked out a sweater, held it up to himself in the mirror but threw it on the ground in disgust.
"What's the matter, Blainers?" She asked with a chuckle-she could never get over that nickname.
"I'm in love with Kurt." He blurted/yelled out and began pacing his room.
"Well it's about damn time you realized it too! Hallelujah that you are finally on the same planet and Tina, Sam, Artie, Quinn and I. YES! AHH! I'm so happy! Wait a minute, today is Valentine's Day. Blaine! What are you doing, you've got a cute guy to go kiss, why are you talking to me?" She asked.
"Because I don't know what to do. Kurt is so fragile. What if he doesn't love me back? What if he rejects me? What if that breaks him down even worse?" Blaine flopped onto his bed and signed, he was so torn.
"Blaine Porter Anderson, stop. He would have to be completely dumb, blind, deaf, and part mummy to not completely love you. I've seen the way you two act around each other-yes, that means I saw you hold his hand under the table at Breadstix, mister. Not very sneaky now, huh? He really admires you and you obviously admire him. You can do it, be yourself, and be gentle. Just promise me one thing?"
"Anything." Blaine said.
"You cannot hurt him. You will be there for him, make him happy and all that jazz, you understand me?" She used her military voice and felt powerful.
"Yes ma'am!"
"Don't call me ma'am. I sound old and mean. Now stop wasting your time talking to me and go kiss your boy!" She yelled into the phone.
"Thanks mom." Between them they called each other 'mom' and 'son' because Mercedes felt like a mom to Blaine. She takes care of him, she always had and always will.
"Love you son. Don't stay up too late, be gentle and please don't sleep with him." She pleaded.
"Mom! Stop embarrassing me!" He laughed, "And I won't, I promise. I know you'll want all of the little details as soon as they happen but you'll have to wait until we all get to see Tina and Quinn again because I know they'll want to know everything as well."
"Alright, alright. Have fun, kiddo. Bye bye." And she hung up. Blaine got up from his bed, found a navy sweater with little red sailboats on them and tied his red bow tie with little pink hearts around his neck. "Lord," he began praying, "as much as I want this to all work out, do what is right for Kurt. Let him make the right decision for him only. Help him to recover emotionally from the loss he is suffering from, amen."
Kurt waited a minute and nothing happened. Just noise of the cars driving nearby and sounds of the night. He was about to go back inside and cry again but then something came to him. The song Blaine sang to him in his room when it was raining. Before he could stop himself, he started singing to pieces of the chorus.
Baby you're not alone, cuz you're here with me and nothing's ever gonna bring us down cuz nothing can, can
He didn't remember the rest so he tried again.
And nothing's ever gonna bring us down cuz-
And then Kurt started to hear another voice singing the rest of the words.
Cuz nothing can keep me from loving you and you know it's true.
Was that Blaine? Where was this coming from? He turned around and saw that nobody was in the living room or by the door. What was he thinking, Blaine didn't even have a key and he knew for a matter of fact that he locket the door behind him after work because he pinched his finger in the process.
It don't matter what'll come to be, our love is all we need to make it through.
The voice got louder and louder. 'What was going on?' Kurt thought. "Blaine?" He asked softly. "Is that you?"
Cuz baby you're not alone, cuz you're here with me and nothing's gonna bring us down cuz nothing can keep me from loving you and you know it's true. It don't matter what'll come to be out love is all we need to make it through.
"Hi Kurt." A voice came from over the balcony and Kurt stood from his chair and walked to the railing. There he was, Blaine. Standing in front of the balcony on the ground, two stories separating them. He was in a cute little outfit accompanied by a little red bowtie and flowers? "I wanted to come visit you. Nobody deserves to be alone on Valentine's Day, especially after everything that you're going through. I also thought you could use these." He brought a dozen roses around from behind his back.
Kurt sat criss-cross-applesause on the ground, looking through the balcony railing. "Thank you Blaine, that's really sweet of you."
"Well, not really, they're fake flowers. But before you get disappointed, I sprayed them with rose water and they'll never die." He said with a half-smile.
"Thank you, I was hoping you'd stop by. I was just moping with another photo album, nothing too exciting. You're song popped into my head and I just started talking to them, to my parents. Well, more to myself, really. I was hoping that somehow they could hear me."
"I'm sure they do." Blaine chimed in from where he was standing on the ground.
"I'm sorry but I hate this holiday. Another day to really remind me that I'm as single as my lost socks. I thought I was alone last month, last year, but now? Worse than I could ever imagine. Still, I am unwanted and unnecessary to this town. And now I don't even have my mother to comfort me and tell me that there are 'still plenty of fish in the sea' and that 'I'm still young', blah blah blah. It's rough and I am sick of being alone."
Blaine really tried to listen to Kurt, he really did but it was difficult. Yes, he truly felt bad for him and wanted to reverse the loneliness he felt into joy and laughter. He was going to do his best to try to accomplish that. But it was hard to concentrate. The moon was high in the sky and the light from it hit Kurt's face beautifully.
Blaine was captivated by Kurt. He was almost hypnotized by this man who was sitting on the balcony in front of him. He was hurting, depressed and in need of a friend. Blaine had given him that and will continue to do so. But Kurt needed someone who would truly care for him, to make him feel loved and beautiful and wanted. Everything that Kurt was feeling right now; Blaine wanted to take it all away, for this moment and forever. He couldn't help himself, he had to do something.
"I just can't handle this hole that seems to be forming in my chest. I feel it widening everyday and I-" Kurt said as a tear slid down his cheek.
"You are beautiful." Blaine whispered, interrupting him.
"What? What did you say?" Did Kurt hear what he thought he heard? Did Blaine just say that? Was he so depressed that his mind was playing tricks on him? Tricks that made him think that Blaine thought he of all people on this planet was beautiful?
Blaine cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "I-I said you are beautiful." He said in a slightly shaky voice.
"No. No, you're just joking. Blaine, it's been a long day, we've both got to be very tired, go on home, thanks for stopping by-" Kurt said with the taste of disappointment forming in his mouth.
"Kurt Hummel, stop. I need to do this so please just let me finish before saying anything, ok?"
Kurt nodded and replied with a soft "I promise."
Blaine threw the flowers up to Kurt and he caught them with his free hand, the other holding his mug full of tea. Blaine ran around to the side of the building and climbed up the ladder that was for emergencies only. 'This is an emergency to me, Mr. Ladder.' Blaine thought as he pulled his petite little body up the side of the building. He climbed up the two floors, jumped over a small wall and faced a nervous looking Kurt.
Blaine held up a finger to Kurt, signaling him to wait a moment as he pulled out his phone, found the song he needed and pressed play. He set the phone down on the little side table and took Kurt's left hand in his right and wrapped his other hand around his waist. They started swaying back and forth as Blaine began to sing.
If you want a lover, I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love, I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner, take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand, I'm your man
If you want a boxer, I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor, I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver, climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride, you know you can
I'm your man
Ah, the moons too bright, the chains too tight, the beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a lover back
Not by begging on his knees
I'd crawl to you baby and I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart and I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please
I'm your man
And if you've got to sleep a moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone, I'll disappear for you
If you want a father for your child or only want to walk with me a while across the sand
I'm your man
Blaine looked up slightly at Kurt' sparkling eyes. 'Please understand what I'm trying to say here.' Blaine thought to himself again. He took Kurt's hand and kissed it. Kurt looked away, trying to hide the soft oink forming on his cheeks. They continued to sway and Blaine continued to sing:
Ah, the moons too bright, the chains too tight, the beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
I'd crawl to you baby and I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart
And I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please
I'm your man...I'm your man...I'm your man
"Kurt. I know you're going though a lot right now, I know that everything has metaphorically collapsed around you, but I can be the one thing that won't budge. I have these…feelings for you that just won't disappear. Every time I get a peak at those eyes of yours or see you smile or laugh once in a blue moon, there's something inside of me that draws me nearer to you and I can't seem to let it go. You are so insanely strong, brave and beautiful. Would you be my boyfriend?" Blaine hoped that he wasn't pushing this too far and that for the love of everything in this universe that Kurt Hummel, the stunning man in his arms, would just say that three-lettered word that Blaine needed to hear.
"Hold on." Kurt said and he let himself leave Blaine's arms and sat in his chair across the patio, balcony area. "Firstly, thank you for singing to me again and for the flowers and…this. Honestly, I'm not sure if I'm ready for something like this. Blaine," He sat on the ground in front of him, looking up at him. Kurt took his hands in his own and continued, "I have feelings for you. I'm just scared that if I jump into this new world of dating and relationships and love that if I get my heart broken, I'm not going to survive the aftermath of it all."
"But I'm not going to hurt you. I want nothing but the greatest of happiness, love, and everything for you and only you because you deserve it the most."
"I believe you, I do, but I'm not sure my heart is ready." Kurt sighed. He wanted Blaine but he needed to make sure he was completely ready for it.
"Ok, I understand. Take some time, sleep on it, I'll be here when you've made a decision." Blaine squeezed Kurt's hands and gave him a sad smile. "If you don't need anything else, I guess I'll head home, it's getting late." He dusted himself off and started to make his way around to the ladder to return home, crawl into bed, call Mercedes and cry.
'Wait.' Kurt thought in his mind as Blaine's hands left his. 'I don't want to be alone. I want to learn how to kiss you and hug you and feel good about myself and life again. I want you, Blaine Anderson. Please just turn around, don't go.'
Just as Blaine was about to sling his other leg over the wall to climb down, "Wait." Kurt said in a rushed whisper.
Blaine turned around and set both of his feet back on the ground. "Yeah?"
Kurt got up from his chair, walked over to Blaine who's eyes grew wider and wider as Kurt came closer and closer and he leaned down a little to join his lips to Blaine's. After a moment, finally realizing that yes, they were actually kissing, Kurt's arms wound around Blaine's neck and Blaine leaned up onto his tiptoes bringing his arms around Kurt's slender waist. They stood there, sweetly kissing each other, finding out what the other's sweet lips finally felt like after wondering for who knows how long. Their mouths moved in perfect harmony together. Kurt's stomach felt like a beehive had just fallen from a tree, forget those butterflies, he was so excited and happy and filled with nothing but love. 'Love? Was it love yet? Too early? Oh, who cares, I'm kissing Blaine!' Kurt thought to himself. He pulled back from the kiss and took a deep breath, looking into Blaine's insanely bright eyes considering there was no light but the moonlight.
"Yes." Kurt stated which only brought a confused look upon Blaine's face. "Yes, I will be your boyfriend."
Blaine's jaw dropped open. "Really? Now are you sure you don't need to think about it for a while?"
"Yes. I trust you, rely on you and have faith in you. I want this to happen and I can't believe I just kissed you, oh my gosh…" Kurt trailed off.
"No, it's ok. I give you props for gathering up that courage so quickly and just going for it. That was the best first kiss I've ever had." Blaine blushed.
"That was my first kiss ever." Kurt replied, a little proud of himself. "Aww, are you blushing? Let me see!" Blaine tried to hide it but Kurt grabbed his face and revealed that little rosy face. "You are so adorable."
"Not as adorable as you."
"Who had to stand on his tiptoes a minute ago?" Kurt pointed out.
Blaine hug his head and moaned, "I did."
"My point exactly." Kurt said with a smile, straightening Blaine's bow tie.
"Kurt, I lo-"
Kurt placed a finger to Blaine's lips, stopping him. "Thank you, but let's not rush that part, ok? I know I kind of did just a minute ago but everything else that happens when you have a boyfriend should wait for now. I've never been loved like this before and I want to take it slow and we'll see how it goes."
"Couldn't agree more. I'm sorry, just got caught up in the moment." Blaine looked at his watch briefly, 10:17. "Wow, it's getting late, I should go for real this time. I'll see you soon, alright?" Blaine held out his arms and they embraced.
"Goodnight, Blaine." Kurt said softly.
"Goodnight, Kurt." Blaine leaned in and kissed him on the cheek before heading down the ladder with ease and grace.
"Goodnight, my Romeo." Blaine yelled from the ground.
Kurt giggled, hoping his neighbors didn't hear that. "Goodnight to you too, my handsome prince."
I'm so terribly sorry for such the long absence that I took from this. An epilogue will be coming in the near-ish, distant-ish future.
Songs-Defying Gravity from Wicked
And of course, the name of this story, I'm Your Man by Michael Buble (originally, this was going to be the end of the entire story but I decided I was going to make an epilogue to wrap things up completely)
Thanks for reading : )