You stared into the mirror, checking over every detail of your outfit.
The note, along with a single flower, that had been personally delivered by one
of Kurt’s little bamfs, in the middle of a class full of giggling teenagers, still
sat on your dresser, it simply read, ‘meet me in the lobby at 8 o’clock, all my
heart your fuzz ball.’ The scrap of paper may have been simple, but the beautiful
words imprinted on it were held close to your heart.
Eventually satisfied with your outfit, you slipped on your shoes and
headed out of your bedroom door, and down the long corridor to entrance hall,
where Kurt was already waiting patiently, looking dashing as ever with his
freshly pressed shirt, his jacket folded over his strong arm.
As soon as he spotted you, his already handsome face lit up, fangs just
say poking out from between his full lips. “mein Schatz’ he murmured into your
hair as he wrapped his arms around you, his scent filling your nose, as you buried
your face in his chest. “will I need a coat?’ you asked as you pulled away slightly,
unsure of where you would be going, ‘you can have mine, if you get cold darling’
he reassured, taking your hand and leading you out of the grand double doors, ‘but
I don’t want you to be cold’ you protested, ‘well then, we’ll just have to snuggle
together to keep warm’ a flirtatious smile playing at his lips, as you strolled
into the gardens, the fireflies dancing amongst the flowers, as the stars
twinkled above, in the inky velvet sky; fingers
still intertwined as Kurt lead you to a small hill, where at the very top, sat a
bottle of wine, two glasses and a blanket for the pair of you to sit on. You couldn’t
help the broad smile from spreading across your cheeks, as you made your way to
the very top, where the pair of you flopped down onto the blanket, bumping
shoulders.
“This is beautiful Kurt’ you complimented, giving his cheek a sweet
kiss, making those little fangs peep out once more, as you cuddled into him, ‘are
you cold?’ he asked, already draping his jacket over your shoulders, ‘no, I’m
just stealing some of your warm’ you murmured.
The pair of you chatted for hours, about everything and nothing, perfectly
content in each other’s company, watching the fireflies waltz together, until a
drop of water dripped onto your nose, followed by another and another. “Hang
on, storm warned me it might rain’ Kurt rambled as he reached behind him,
grabbing a large umbrella, as the heavens opened, rain pouring from the
midnight sky. Kurt pulled you back into his side, fingers knotted together, as
he held the umbrella with his tail. You would have to thank Ororo in the morning.
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