a/n: fluff fluff fluff because this picture made me have feels
The first year, he was pleasantly surprised when a bouquet of yellow and red roses was delivered to him at work. The card read, ‘My love for you grows. – B’ and Kurt couldn’t stop the smile that overtook his features. Now though, 45 years later and 10 months and 4 days since Blaine had passed, he wasn’t expecting anymore flowers. So when the doorbell rang and he opened it to reveal a young man holding a bouquet of yellow and red roses, his heart lodged into his throat.
He stared, shell shocked for what felt like hours until the boy hesitantly said, “Delivery for Kurt Hummel-Anderson?” Kurt wretched the flowers from the boy’s grip, and slammed the door before racing to the kitchen to retrieve his phone. He dialed the flower shop with the bouquet still in his left hand in a death grip. Before the owner of the flower shop could begin his greeting, Kurt began to speak.
“Yes hello, this is K-Kurt Hummel-Anderson. There seems to be some kind of mistake. I just received a bouquet of flowers but as you know, my h-husband is – he’s no longer with us.”
“Oh, Mr. Hummel-Anderson. I was expecting your call. There hasn’t been a mistake with the delivery, though.”
“What do you – I’m confused. What do you mean?”
The shop owner sighed, speaking softly with a smile evident in her voice, “Before your husband passed away, he prepaid for many years and asked us to guarantee that you’d continue getting bouquets every Valentine’s Day.”
Kurt gasped softly and eased his grip on the flowers.
“Oh. Th-thank you,” he breathed.
He hung up his phone and placed it gently on the counter before turning his attention to the now rumpled bouquet of flowers in his hand. He retrieved the card and opened it with shaking hands as tears threatened to spill over.
‘My love for you is eternal. Every February, you’ll be my Valentine. I promise. Always, B’