This
is my first attempt at writing for a more comic based Kurt, so I hope it’s
alright. I did some research on valentine’s day in Germany, which is where some
of these ideas came from, if anything is off or wrong please message me and let
me know.
You
woke early, with the intention of getting some grading done before your first
class. Hastily you pulled on your clothes, as the birds sang outside, and
rushed your way to the kitchen, shoving a slice of fluffy bread in the toaster,
and flicking the kettle on.
After
your slightly hurried breakfast, cheeks still full of toast, you bundled up
your stack of papers and continued on your way to your classroom, down the hall
of Xavier’s.
Pulling
your jacket a little tighter around yourself, trying to keep the mid-February
chill out, as you rounded the corner, and pushed your classroom door open with
your back, allowing it to swing shut of its own accord, behind you.
Setting
your papers down on your slightly messy desk, you noticed out of the
corner of your eye, a single Gardenia sat on top of a stack of marked papers. Your
brow furrowed in confusion, glancing around to see if whoever had left the rare
flower was still in your classroom, before
you picked up the pretty blossom gingerly, stroking the petals gently, allowing
your mind to wander to who might have brought you such a gift, a wistful smile
hovering about your lips.
You brought the bloom to your nose before setting it back down, and
getting to your work.
After marking a handful of papers, you were startled by a low bamf,
that seemed to almost bounce off of the walls of the empty room. Glancing
around for the source of the noise, you found a gingerbread heart, sitting next
to the gardenia, on your desk. By its side lay a beautiful amaryllis flower.
Your suspicions grew, with the sound that came with the appearance of
the delicious looking biscuit. It was much too quiet to have come from the blue
demon like gentleman that you had hoped, but their was no body else who could
make that sound.
Formulating a plan in your mind, you feigned working, as you discreetly
kept your eye on the stack of papers. Before
long, that same sharp soft bamf filling your ears.
Kurt froze when he saw you, a slight look of panic in his amber eyes,
as he placed a stuffed pig with a queens Anne’s blossom held in its mouth, among
the growing pile of gifts.
A grin growing across your cheeks, while his own flushed slightly, a sheepish
smile showing the very tips of his pointed teeth.
“you really didn’t have to do all of this.’ You murmured, the sudden realization
of what all of this might mean, hitting you, while butterflies fluttered wildly
in your stomach.
Kurt raised his three fingered hand, stroking a thick finger lightly across
the soft skin of your cheek, ‘but you deserve it, and I wanted to.’ He protested
lightly, his thick accent like honey, swirling in your mind, making it fog slightly.
A mischievous smile twitched at his lips, as he realized what affect his
voice had on you. His hand cupped your cheek, as though it was the most delicate
of porcelain. Before leaning in, over your desk. Brushing his nose against your
own, desperately trying to contain a giddy smile. Before he pressed his full lips
to your own, in a warm soft kiss.
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