Define 'Courage': Blaine's life before, during, and after Dalton and Kurt.

This is written in Blaine's point of view. Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy, Ian Brennan, and Brad Falchuk.

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Don't Try So Hard

The Warblers and I did some rehearsing for Regionals in the senior commons. They all vocalized as I entered the room adjusting my tie. "At first we started out real cool, taking me places I ain't never been. But now you're getting comfortable in doing those things you did no more. You're slowly making me pay for things your money should be handling. And now you ask to use my car (Car)."

I stood up on the couch arm and sang down to Kurt, who looked up at me. "Driving all day and don't fill up the tank. And you have the audacity to even come and step to me; ask to hold some money from me until you get your check next week."

I went over to the chessboard and knocked a few of the pieces over. "You triflin' good-for-nothing type of brother. Silly me! Why haven't I found another? A baller; when times get hard, I need someone to help me out, instead of a scrub like you who don't know what a man's about. Can you pay my bills? Can you pay my telephone bills? Do you pay my 'automo-bills?' If you did, then maybe we could chill. I don't think you do, so you and me are through. You triflin' good-for-nothing type of brother. Silly me! Why haven't I found another? A baller; when times get hard, I need someone to help me out, instead of a scrub like you who don't know what a man's about. Can you pay my bills? Can you pay my telephone bills? Do you pay my 'automo-bills?' If you did, then maybe we could chill. I don't think you do, no, (so) so you and me are through."

The Warblers did some impressive dance moves and threw papers up in the air as we continued: "You triflin' good-for-nothing type of brother. Silly me! Why haven't I found another? You triflin' good-for-nothing type of brother. Oh, silly me! Why haven't I found another? A baller; when times get hard, I need someone to help me out, instead of a scrub like you who don't know what a man's about. Can you pay my bills? Can you pay my telephone bills? Do you pay my 'automo-bills?' Pay my telephone, telephone bills! I don't think you do, so you and me are through. Oh no! (Can you pay my bills? Can you pay my telephone bills? Do you pay my 'automo-bills?') If you did, then maybe we could chill. Said I don't think you do, no, no, so you and me are through."

"Guys, I'd say we're ready for Regionals," I said when we were done. They cheered and clapped me on the back.

"Hey Blaine," Kurt said enthusiastically, skipping over to me. "Wanna go to the Lima Bean? I promised a few friends I would meet them there, and I thought it might be fun if you come too. Mercedes and Rachel."

"Yeah, sure, I'd love to come," I assured him. "Let's go." We ran off campus and got into Kurt's car. He drove to the Lima Bean, where we caught up with Mercedes and Rachel, the small brunette I saw Kurt talking to at Sectionals, now dressed in a red coat.

Kurt took the coffees and said, "Medium drip?"

"That would be me. Thank you very much," I said, taking it from him.

"Thank you," said Rachel, taking hers from Kurt.

"Now, I don't want to sound cocky or anything," I began with a confident smirk, "but you guys better be pulling out all the stops for Regionals, because the number we just rehearsed is so off-the-hook, it's dangerous."

"Seriously," Kurt agreed as we all sat down. "People should wear protective head gear when they're watching it….. Guys, we're kidding," he added when he saw Rachel and Mercedes exchange a tired look.

"Yeah, well, it's just hard to laugh right now with everything going on at McKinley," Rachel explained.

"I mean, look at us," said Mercedes. "The stars of two rival show choirs sitting down to coffee? Our school is so messed up we can't even keep our own football team together."

"It's so sad, you guys," said Rachel. "Coach Beiste and Mr. Schue were so close to getting everyone at this school together."

"Why hasn't Finn told me anything about this?" Kurt asked. "I mean, we live together. I bring him a glass of warm milk every night, just in hopes that we'll have a little lady chat." Since the second semester would be starting soon, Kurt would start having to stay in the dorm at Dalton again.

"Warm milk? Really?" I asked him.

"It's delicious," he snapped.

"Finn's too proud to complain. He feels like he has to be strong for everyone," Rachel explained, "but I know it's just killing him inside. I hope he realizes that, you know, if he and I were still together, I could make him feel a lot better, you know."

"Let it go, Rachel," Kurt told her.

Rachel sat back. "I - I just wish that there was a way we could help. That's all."

"Yeah, and the worst part is how bummed the guys are," Mercedes pointed out. "They already suffer enough abuse just being in Glee. I really think winning the game could have eased some of the pressure - at least for a little while."

"Wait," I said. "So the whole team quit?"

"Everybody not in Glee," Mercedes replied. "You can't play football with five guys, and one of them is in a wheelchair."

"Yeah," said Rachel. "Coach Beiste put up a sign-up sheet for people to join. I think they'll take anyone at this point."

"Well, the good news is you actually only need four more guys," I informed them. "High school regulations actually let you play a couple guys short if you want to. But if they figure out a way to make it work, you can bet that we'll definitely be there to cheer them on."

"Oh, totally," Kurt piped in. "Blaine and I love football. Well, Blaine loves football. I love scarves."

Rachel and Mercedes exchanged a look and nodded. Rachel turned to Kurt and I and grinned. "Thank you, guys! You've given us an idea!"

"Yeah, totally!" Mercedes agreed, and they stood up.

I laughed. "Wow, well, what is it?"

"You'll find out at the football game," Rachel sang, and they left the Lima Bean.

I looked at Kurt, and he shrugged at me in response.

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The night of the football game came along and I went to the McKinley field with Kurt and his family. We sat down on the bleachers and waited for the game to start.

"It's so funny that you love football," Kurt chuckled to me.

"I played sports in elementary and middle school," I explained. "I enjoyed sports, but I enjoyed singing more."

Kurt smirked and said, "I was on this football team a year ago."

I laughed, despite myself. "You? Y-you were on a football team?"

"I know, I know." Kurt rolled his eyes. "You think I'm joking, but I was on the football team. I was kicker and I won us the whole game."

"Wow," I chuckled, my eyes widening. "Who would'a thought, huh? Well, why did you stop playing football then?"

Kurt scoffed. "Football's not really my style…" He smiled. "Even though I'm really good at it."

"Wow," I chuckled again, and everyone cheered. The game was about to start.

I looked over at Finn Hudson, who was stretching and talking to a guy whom I recognized to be Dave Karofsky. Karofsky and his friends weren't dressed in their football uniforms, but then four players dressed in uniforms did walk onto the field. Kurt's eyes widened. When I saw his reaction, I laughed. "What is it?"

"Those are the girls," he said in disbelief, and he was right. The players dressed in uniform were Rachel, Mercedes, and two other girls with dark hair. The boys on the Glee Club greeted the girl athletes enthusiastically, and the game began.

"Alright, let's go!" the football coach encouraged her players.

"Blue forty-two! Blue forty-two! Down! Set! Hut!" Finn shouted, and the girls squealed and collapsed onto the ground.

"I guess since they don't know how to play, they're just gonna lie there," Kurt said, making a face. The other team got the ball, and the football coach cursed. The crowd booed and the referee blew his whistle. The score was Home: 0, Guest: 17.

The team huddled and then started playing again. I remember that one of the girls (Kurt told me her name was Tina) got up and grabbed the ball. She ran, but one of the players on the other team grabbed her and tackled her to the ground. The cheering stopped and the whistle blew. Everyone ran over to see if Tina was alright. She didn't move for a moment. She might have been unconscious. It became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Finally she got up, and everyone cheered again. I sighed with relief.

They played a little while longer and then took a break before the halftime show. When it was almost time for the halftime show to start, the McKinley football players and cheerleaders got onto the field dressed as zombies. "Whoa," I chuckled.

Kurt smiled. "This is gonna be good," he said, sitting back to enjoy the show.

"Off with your head! D-dance, dance, dance till you're dead! O-off, off, off with your head! D-dance, dance, dance till your dead! O-off, off, off with your head!"

The guy in the wheelchair started singing: "It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark. Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart. You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it."

The Latina who sang the solo at Sectionals sang: "Heads will roll! Heads will roll!"

"You start to freeze!" the guy in the wheelchair continued. "As horror looks you right between the eyes, you're paralyzed! 'Cause this is thriller! Thriller night! And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike! You know it's thriller! Thriller night! You're fighting for your life inside a killer thriller tonight!"

"Off with your head! D-dance, dance, dance till you're dead! O-off, off, off with your head! D-dance, dance, dance till your dead! O-off, off, off with your head!"

Then Karofsky ran onto the field and started dancing with the New Directions. It was a very surprising sight, but I decided not to mention it to Kurt. We were having too much fun dancing ourselves.

Finn took over with Vincent Price's monologue: "Darkness falls across the land. The midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorize ya'all's neighborhood. And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver, for no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller!"

"'Cause this is thriller! Thriller night! Girl, I can thrill you more than any ghost could ever dare try! You know it's thriller, ooh! Thriller night! Girl, let me hold you tight, and share a killer thriller! Ow! Off with your head! D-dance, dance, dance till you're dead! O-off, off, off with your head! D-dance, dance, dance till you're dead! O-off, off, off with your head!"

The football players left to take their makeup off, but came back onto the field with it still on. They began making scary noises, I think to frighten the other team and win the game, and it took the other team aback. Soon enough everyone in the bleachers was doing the same, and the other team ran scared. McKinley won the game.

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Kurt lifted a plush red heart with two stuffed puppies touching noses on it and stared at it with disapproval. "Okay, I'm all for flair, but these Valentines Day decorations are just tacky," he told me. "I mean, what the hell is this supposed to be?"

"It's clearly puppy love," I replied. "It's cute, come on." I pressed a button and there was a kissing sound and a robotic voice that said 'I love you!' I laughed.

"Oh!" Kurt said in surprise, taking the heart and the puppies back from me.

"Adorable," I said. It really was cute. I wouldn't mind receiving one of those myself on Valentines Day.

"Okay, this is creepy," Kurt disagreed, putting it back where he found it. "It's a simple excuse to sell candy and greeting cards on a holiday."

"Not true," I disagreed. "People have been celebrating Valentines Day for centuries. And call me a hopeless romantic, but it's my favorite holiday."

"Really?" Kurt asked, giving me a look.

"I think there's something really great about a day where you're encouraged to just lay it all on the line and say to somebody… 'I'm in love with you'….. you know?" I was able to say it convincingly because I was thinking of Jeremiah. "And this year I wanna do something really radical, so I need your opinion on this." I took a deep breath. "But there's this guy that I sort of… like… and I've only known him for a little while… but I wanna tell him that I think my feelings are starting to change into something… deeper." I sighed. "So I have to ask, do you think it's too much to sing to somebody on Valentines Day?"

Kurt replied, "Not at all." He stood there, staring at me. He didn't blink.

"What can I get you?" asked the lady behind the counter.

"A medium drip and a grande nonfat mocha for this guy, and maybe I could get 'em to split one of those Cupid cookies," I replied, and then reached for my wallet.

"You know my coffee order?" Kurt asked quietly.

I turned around and gave him a look. "Of course I do."

"That'll be eight-fifty," said the lady behind the counter.

When Kurt reached for his money, I said, "Don't even bother, dummy. It's on me." I handed the money to the lady, smiled, and said, "Keep the change." Then I looked at Kurt, signaling for him to follow and sit down with me. When Kurt finally did enjoy me, he suddenly seemed a lot cheerier than he did before I bought him coffee.

"So, Blaine…" he said, beaming from ear to ear. "Tell me more about your love for Valentines Day."

And so I did.

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I had requested a meeting with the Warblers. Thank God for Kurt. What would I ever do without him? He'd assured me that it would be okay to sing to Jeremiah on Valentines Day, so now all my dreams were going to come true. We couldn't have a Warbler meeting without him. I found him writing in a notebook in a chair.

"Hey. What'cha doin'?" I asked curiously.

He slammed the notebook shut and stared at me, his eyes wide. "Nothing. Just, uh, daydreaming. Plotting weekend outfits."

"Well, come on. You're gonna want to see this," I encouraged him. "I've called an emergency meeting of the Warblers Council."

"Sounds serious," he said, standing up.

"Let's hope not," I said, feeling a bit nervous. I touched his shoulder as we walked and said, "I just need to ask them a tiny, little favor."

"This emergency meeting is called to order," Wes said, banging his gavel on the desk. Pavarotti twittered in his cage. "Junior member Blaine Anderson, the floor is yours." Kurt clapped his hands, but stopped when no one else did.

"Esteemed Council, I'll be brief," I promised. "Simply put… I'm in love."

"Ooh!" the Warblers said, and Kurt looked like he thought it was the sweetest, most romantic thing he'd ever heard anyone say.

"Congrats."

"I'm not really good at talking about my feelings," I explained. "I'm much better at singing them. But still, I could use a little help, which is why I'm asking to enlist The Warblers to help serenade this individual in song….. off-campus."

The Warblers were clearly alarmed by my request.

"Yeah, right. No way. Uh-uh."

"Are you serious?"

"I - I know what I'm asking is slightly unusual," I assured them after Pavarotti hid from the noise and Wes banged the gavel again.

"The Warblers haven't performed in an informal setting since 1927," Wes reminded me, "when the Spirit of St. Louis overshot the tarmac and plowed through seven Warblers during an impromptu rendition of 'Welcome to Ohio, Lucky Lindy.'"

"Why would we even consider what you're asking?" David snapped in an uncharacteristically offensive tone of voice.

"I firmly believe that our reticence to perform in public nearly cost us a trip to Regionals," I said. "We're becoming privileged, porcelain birds."

"You mock us, sir!" Thad said as everyone started shouting again.

"Thad, David, I will have order," Wes said after banging the gavel again.

Kurt raised his hand enthusiastically and asked, "May I please say something?" David sighed and sat down. In my mind, I was in another place. I just wanted this to be over. Why did I think I would get what I wanted? Whatever Kurt was going to say, the Warblers weren't going to listen. They didn't listen to Kurt. He stood up and said, "With respect, I believe Blaine has a point. The Warblers are so concerned with image and tradition that sometimes I feel like we miss out on opportunities to step outside our comfort zones. When I was on New Directions, we performed in front of hostile crowds pretty much everywhere we went. I mean, mattress stores, shopping malls. I had a cat thrown at me in a nursing home once."

There was soft chuckling, and Kurt continued, "But it - it gave us confidence. It kept us loose." I smiled and nodded.

"And where would this performance take place?" Wes was curious.

Kurt sat down and I said, "The Gap at the North Hills Mall. I'd like to call it 'The Warblers' Gap Attack.'"

"Why the Gap?" Kurt asked.

"The guy I like is a junior manager," I explained.

Kurt's smile faded and Wes banged the gavel again. "All those in favor?"

Everyone raised their hands, except Kurt for some reason, and David smiled.

"Well, Blaine, looks like you've gotten your wish," he said.

"Thanks, Kurt," I said happily, giving him a hug. "I really owe you one."

Kurt smiled uneasily. "Oh, stop it, you…"

And so the Warblers rehearsed every day until the fourteenth came along.

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I became very nervous when we actually got to the Gap to perform. "That's him," I told Kurt. "The blond one folding sweaters." The gorgeous, perfect blond one.

"Mmm," Kurt said in response. "I can see the appeal. That's quite a head of hair."

"His name is Jeremiah," I said, feeling enchanted by every move he made. "If he and I got married, the Gap would give me a fifty-percent discount." Who was I kidding? I couldn't do this! "This is insane. I don't know what I'm doing. We haven't even really gone out on a date. We - we shouldn't do this." I started off, but Kurt grabbed my shoulders and stopped me.

"Okay, come on, come on. Man up. You're amazing," he assured me, walking me over to where I was going to stand when I started performing. "He's gonna love you."

I signaled for the Warblers to begin: "Vum vum vum vum. Vum vum vum vum."

"Oh," I began, following behind Jeremiah. He didn't even turn around or acknowledge me. I wondered if he even remembered who I was. "Baby girl, where you at? Got no strings, got men attached." He turned around briefly, but then turned away again and tried to ignore me. "Can't stop that feelin' for long, no. Mmm." He started talking to someone on his earphone, hopefully not security. "You makin' dogs wanna beg, breaking them off your fancy legs. But they make you feel right at home, now. Oh."

Everyone in the store seemed to like us, except Jeremiah, of course. "See, all these illusions just take us too long, and I want it bad." He turned around once in a while, but then went back to ignoring me. "Because you walk pretty, because you talk pretty, because you make me sick, and I'm not leavin' till you're leavin'. Oh, I swear there's something when she's pumpin', asking for a raise."

I put on a flashy pair of pink sunglasses and continued, "Well, does she want me to carry her home now? So does she want me to buy her things? On my house, on my job." He did not look happy, but I couldn't stop now. I was in the zone. "On my loot, shoes, my shirt, my crew, my mind, my father's last name! When I get you alone! When I get you alone, babe! When I get you alone! When I get you alone! Oh! Yeah, yeah! Baby girl, you the shh! That makes you my equivalent. Well, you can keep your toys in the drawer tonight, alright. All my dogs talkin' fast. Ain't you got some photographs? 'Cause you shook that room like a storm, now. Yes, you did. Yes, you did. All these intrusions just take us too long, and I want you so bad. Because you walk steady, because you talk steady, because you make me sick, and I'm not leavin' till you're leavin'. So I pray to something she ain't bluffin', rubbin' up on me. Well, does she want me to make a vow? Check it! Does she want me to make it now? On my house, on my job. On my loot, shoes, my shirt, my crew, my mind, my father's last name! When I get you alone! When I get you alone, babe! When I get you alone! When I get you alone! When I get you alone!"

I grabbed something - anything - to buy, and grinned at him. He scowled back.

"Blaine, let's get out of here," Kurt said urgently, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me out of the store. I put my beanie on and we sat down in the cold.

"Was it too much?" I asked nervously. He raised an eyebrow at me and didn't answer. "Yeah, it was too much," I groaned. Jeremiah came outside, so I stood up. "Jeremiah. Hey."

He lifted his hood and covered his luxurious golden locks with it in the most beautiful, magnificent, regal way. "What the hell were you doing?" he asked me.

"What?" I said, feeling defeated, hurt. I kept a smile on my face, though.

"I just got fired," he explained. "You can't just bust a groove in the middle of somebody else's workplace."

"But they loved it," I pointed out.

"Well, my boss didn't," he informed me. "Neither did I. No one here knows I'm gay."

"Can I be honest?" Kurt interrupted. "Just with the hair, I think they do."

"Blaine, let's just be clear here," Jeremiah ignored him. "You and I got coffee twice. We're not dating. If we were, I'd get arrested, 'cause you're underage."

He pat my shoulder, smiled awkwardly, and walked away. I didn't know what to say. I'd never been so humiliated in all my life. I just wanted to crawl into a ditch somewhere and never come out of it. I stared at Kurt, and he stared right back at me.

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The next time we were at the Lima Bean I glared at a few mugs with pink, white, and red hearts on them and groaned, "Ugh. Don't they have anything here that isn't covered with stupid little hearts? Gross."

"Well, you've certainly changed your tune," Kurt couldn't help but notice.

"I don't think I've ever made that big of a fool of myself, which is really saying something because I've performed at theme parks." I worked a summer job at Six Flaggs dressing up as Batman's sidekick Robin so that I wouldn't have to spend extra time with my parents at home. I sighed. "I just - I can't believe I made it all up in my head." I rolled my eyes and we stepped forward.

"Okay, can I ask you something?" Kurt said. "Because we've always been completely honest with each other. You and I - we hang out. We sing flirty duets together; you know my coffee order. Was I supposed to think that that was nothing?"

"What do you mean?" I asked in confusion.

"I thought the guy that you wanted to ask out on Valentines Day… was me."

"Wow." I had no idea. "I really am clueless. Look, Kurt. I don't know what I'm doing. I pretend like I do, and I know how to act it out in song, but the truth is…. I've never really been anyone's boyfriend."

Kurt smiled. "Me neither."

"Let me be really clear about something," I began. "I really, really care about you, but as you and about twenty mortified shoppers saw, I'm not very good at romance. I don't wanna screw this up." If Kurt and I got together, it would completely ruin our relationship. I would suck as a boyfriend, and he wouldn't want to be my friend anymore. He might even run back to McKinley.

"So it's just like When Harry Met Sally, but I get to play Meg Ryan," he said.

"Deal," I replied. We stared at each other for a moment and then turned away. "Don't they, uh, get together in the end?" It had been a while since I watched that movie.

"Could I get a nonfat mocha and a medium drip for my friend Billy Crystal?" Kurt asked the lady behind the counter, not bothering to answer my question.

"Ah, you know my coffee order." I nodded.

"You know what?" he said. "I think I got something for us to do on Valentines Day."

"Really?" I said curiously. "What?"

He smiled slyly. "You'll find out."

When we got back to school, he went to find the Warblers but told me to wait in the hall. I groaned and sat on a chair impatiently. When he finally emerged from the room, he wore a huge grin on his face. "We're going to perform at Breadstix!" he told me. "'Silly Love Songs' by Paul McCartney!"

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"Testing: one, two, three. Testing: one, two, three," Kurt said into a pink microphone as I looked out at Rachel, Mercedes, and Tina and her boyfriend, who was named Mike Chang. He was one of the football players and also the main male dancer who had performed at Sectionals. "Alright, so happy Valentines Day, everybody. For those of you Breadstix patrons who don't know who I am, I am Kurt Hummel, and welcome to my first ever Lonely Hearts dinner. Whether you are single with hope or madly in love and are here because I forced you to come out and support me, sit back and enjoy. And to all the singles out there, this is our year."

"How can I tell you about my loved one?"

"I can't explain; the feeling's too plain to me. Say, can't you see?"

"How can I tell you about my loved one?"

"Ah, he gave me more. He gave it all to me. Say, can't you see?"

I stepped forward and sang, "You'd think that people would have had enough of silly love songs. But I look around and I see it isn't so. Oh, no. some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs. And what's wrong with that, I'd like to know? 'Cause here I go again! I love you." I smiled at Kurt. "I love you. Love doesn't come in a minute," I sang to two members of the New Directions; one a girl with glasses and the other a guy with a Mohawk. Then I sang to the Latina cheerleader: "Sometimes it doesn't come at all. I only know that when I'm in it, love isn't silly. No, it isn't silly. Love isn't silly at all, not at all! I love you. I love you." I made a heart with my fingers and pointed at Rachel and Mercedes. "I love you."

"How can I tell you about my loved one?"

"I can't explain; the feeling's too plain to me. Say, can't you see?"

"Ah, she gave me more. She gave it all to me."

"How can I tell you about my loved one?"

"Say, can't you see?"

When we were done performing, the New Directions applauded us and we stepped off of the stage to have dinner with them. Rachel and Mercedes scooted over and made room for me. "Hi," I said, grinning at Tina and Mike. "I've never actually had the chance to meet you two. How are you? I'm Blaine Anderson."

"Mike."

"Tina. I feel like we can relate to you. Are you… Asian?"

"Half-Filipino, half-European," I chuckled.

"See, Mike? I knew it!" Tina whispered excitedly.

"I've never had a proper meeting with you either, Eyebrows," said the Latina girl with a false smile plastered on her face. "Hi, my name is Santana Lopez. I think your performances are irritatingly charming."

"Thanks," I said with a smile.

"I sure did miss you, Santana," Kurt muttered. "Oh!" He just remembered something. "Blaine, I have a present for you! I left it in my car!"

I laughed. "Come on Kurt, you didn't have to get me a present."

"Oh, but I did," Kurt argued. He ran outside and returned momentarily.

"Oh Kurt, how extravagant," I grinned, accepting the box with pink wrapping paper with red hearts on it. Everyone in the restaurant watched as I unwrapped the gift, opened the box, and found that plush heart and two stuffed puppies we'd seen a few days earlier at the Lima Bean. "Oh Kurt, how nice!" I took them out of the box.

"I still find them creepy," Kurt said as I pressed the button and heard the puppies talk again. "But I know you liked them, so I wanted to get them for you."

I extended my arms to give him a hug and said, "Happy Valentines Day, Mister Kurt Hummel."

He smiled. "Happy Valentines Day, Blaine."

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Author's Note: This chapter is obviously set during "The Sue Sylvester Bowl Shuffle" and "Silly Love Songs," and most of the dialogue is from the show's script. I promise that I will be more creative in the next chapter, like when I write the scene where Kurt takes a drunken Blaine home after Rachel's party… *creepy fan girl moment.* I hope you guys will be patient about updates. I'll try to update as much as possible, but I will be especially busy in the next few months. Bye, you guys!