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Everything is clear in my heart
Kurt grows to have less disdain for Valentine’s over the years (being with Blaine definitely helps), but he finds that he seems to like February 15th even more than February 14th. On the 14th, everyone is trying to prove to someone-- their spouse, partner, someone they’re dating-- just how much they love and care about them, buying chocolates and roses and silly, plush kissing puppies to show just how much they love them. But the next day, they go back to how they act every other day of the year, like this special day of love never happened.
But that doesn’t happen with Kurt and Blaine. Sure, some of their Valentine’s Days are full of things most of their days are not, chocolates, or rose petals, or champagne (or all three), but the morning of the 15th is full of as much love as any other day. They might wake up that morning with a stray rose petal they didn’t know was still in the sheets, or smelling of lavender because of the bath they soaked in together the night before, but the love they felt for each other the night before hasn’t dwindled or taken a backseat to anything else. Their day is as full of love as it is Valentine’s Day and every other day.
There are no surprises greeting Kurt when he wakes up, no stray rose petals or chocolates or lavender scents, just the bare expanse of his husband’s chest against his, the warm skin smooth under his fingertips. He takes in the ethereal beauty of the light hitting Blaine’s form, making him look like he’s glowing, like he’s an angel sent just for Kurt. Kurt’s breath hitches, just how much he loves this man hits him hard, makes his eyes water until he blinks away the few tears that could have fallen.
Blaine doesn’t look close to waking up just yet, and Kurt doesn’t want to jostle him before he needs to wake, so he settles back down, running his hand gently over Blaine’s back. He hopes the motion is soothing for Blaine, since it’s lulling him back to sleep quite quickly. Before sleep can claim him again for a few more hours, Kurt cranes his neck to kiss Blaine’s head, whispering, “I love you,” his angelic curls the last thing Kurt’s sees before closing his eyes again.
Everything is clear in our world