And you'll be my valentine.

/A/N: Alright! My first attempt at fanfiction! I guess I should say the title of the piece comes from Fergi's "Big Girls Don't Cry". I'm usually really bad at naming things, and I was thinking along the lines of "I can be your best friend" then the lyrics popped into my head and they just seemed to fit. Well that line anyway.

This goes pretty much AU after Silly Love Songs. Kurt and Blaine remained best friends and Blaine never caught on that Kurt liked him, or developed feelings for him. The rest I'm hoping you'll read to find out. The rating is for mild swearing, and stuff that might happen in the future, we'll see. Oh, DISCLAIMER, No I don't own them; I wish I did but I don't. Everything Glee belongs to someone else. And now onto what you came for./

Kurt wandered through the elegant gardens surrounding the hotel behind him. He would have stopped to consider the beautiful flowers lacing themselves through the greenery had he not been looking for something-or rather someone.

He could hear it now, the soft sounds of someone just beyond the hedge to his left. Kurt knew who it was, everyone else had moved back into the hotel, trying to figure out the confusing mess this whole ordeal had turned into. He picked up his pace, turning the corner and letting out a small sigh of relief despite the sight that greeted him.

There sat Blaine Anderson, his face in his hands and his back shaking in sobs. He looked rumpled, his usually gelled down curly mass of black hair sticking up randomly from where Blaine had run his hands through it. His bow tie was undone, hanging loosely around his neck and it appeared his suit coat had been tossed off a while ago.

Kurt, quietly as he could, moved over to the stone bench his friend was sitting on, slipping onto the cold surface beside him. His hand went automatically to Blaine's back rubbing soothing circles. Beautiful hazel eyes were rimmed with red as they looked up at Kurt.

Kurt didn't say anything, merely offering his arms as an invitation. Blaine moved into them quickly, burying his face in Kurt's shoulder and letting his tears soak the designer fabric there. Kurt tried to ignore the fact that this suit had cost a small fortune, and instead focused on comforting his best friend.

"It'll be alright" Kurt said soothingly, not really sure what else to say in this situation. What does one say to a man that got left at the altar? How do you comfort someone who just had his heart ripped apart?

Kurt didn't even feel up to feeling the least bit of hope about his and Blaine's situation. Sure, he'd been pining after one Blaine Anderson since practically the moment they met, but that didn't mean he was going to take advantage of his friend's distressed state. Mostly he just wanted to hunt down Jeremiah and knock him around a little for doing this to Blaine.

That's right, Jeremiah. The one who had so coldly turned down Blaine so many years ago on Valentine's Day? He'd come back into Blaine's life shortly after he'd graduated, simply stating that since he was legal now, perhaps they could try a relationship.

Kurt had been prepared to tell the guy off left and right for even saying something like that after what he'd said on that day. But he'd looked over at Blaine, and he just looked so damn happy, Kurt simply couldn't do it. As much as it hurt his heart, he wouldn't want to deny Blaine happiness. He cared about him too much.

Kurt and Blaine? It had never happened. No matter how many times Kurt had wished it backwards and forwards, they remained best friends. Blaine had never caught on, always oblivious to Kurt's feelings. But that was alright, he reasoned that as long as he was by Blaine's side he could be content.

He had convinced himself over the years that it wasn't real love anyway. Real love was when you found out the other person had feelings for you too. Love was shared between two people, not this one sided affection that Kurt had. He'd learned that from Finn, even if what he felt for Finn was one quarter of what he felt for Blaine.

Anyway, they had continued being best friends after high school. They saw each other a few times a week, despite Jeremiah's complaining that they spent too much time together. They'd sit down in coffee shops and just talk, like they used to do when they were teenagers. Of course now they were both twenty-five and had their own careers.

Blaine and Jeremiah had managed to stay together all these years, though Kurt still didn't like the latter. Jeremiah was a jerk, and Blaine just seemed to take it. So Kurt didn't say anything about it, because Blaine still had that happy face whenever he talked about him.

Kurt was surprised when Jeremiah accepted Blaine's proposal. Maybe, just maybe, this guy loved Blaine too?

"Is everything in place?" Kurt spoke into the headset. It was the moments before the wedding, and as it's planner, Kurt was on top of things. Being that he was also a best man, he had a designer suit on as he scurried around the hotel.

A young lady in a purple dress hurried up to him, "Kurt! Neither Blaine or Jeremiah is down here yet. And the guests are already taking their seats" She said hurriedly. Kurt sighed, taking off his headpiece and handing it to the woman.

"You take over Linda, I'll go grab Blaine. Tell someone to check on Jeremiah" He said to his right hand moving down the hallway they had booked the rooms in for the wedding. He rubbed at his temple, trying to keep his stress level down lest it be the cause of horrendous wrinkles. Kurt knocked on the door before hastily stepping in.

"Blaine Anderson, what are you doing and why aren't you downstairs? I'll have you know I took time out of my busy schedule to plan this wedding, and for free no less!" Kurt raised an eyebrow at the man standing in front of the mirror. Blaine shot him a sheepish grin in the reflection and turned around.

"Sorry Kurt, just nervous I guess" Blaine smiled, laughing when Kurt rolled his eyes. He walked out the door and Kurt followed, ushering him to the correct place.

Blaine smiles charmingly at him over his shoulder and Kurt pretty much instantly forgives him for being late. That smile always gets what Blaine wants. Instead of lingering on that thought though, he pushes Blaine through the doors and into the wedding hall.

"Kurt! You can stop pushing me already, I get it" Blaine laughed stepping up to his place in front of the altar. He looks dashing, well except for-

"Blaine, your tie is crooked" Kurt sighed reaching over with his long pale fingers to straighten the fabric, looking up to find Blaine smiling down at him.

"You know you're always going to be my best friend right" He asks with a decidedly goofy grin. Those words send a pang through Kurt's heart, even if he has heard them many times before.

"I know Blaine, and you'll always be mine" Kurt said stepping back to make sure the tie was now in place. He glances to the side to see a blur of purple and red hair in the corner of his eye. He turns catching Linda's eye and gives her a questioning look to which she responds with throwing her hands up in the universal signal of 'I don't know'. Kurt grumbles to himself as he steps down preparing to find him himself when Blaine's phone buzzes.

Now, Kurt sat in the garden while his best friend cries on his shoulder. Because Jeremiah had left him at the altar with a text message saying 'Sorry, this just isn't going to work out'.

Kurt held Blaine until he could hear his breath start to slow down. Blaine pulled back, wiping at his eyes and an apologetic smile on his face. Kurt reached out to smooth down his hair, trying to work it into something reasonable. Blaine laughed slightly, but it was a little hollow.

Blue-green eyes met Blaine's hazel and Kurt gave Blaine a small smile. He let his hands drop from where they were messing with his hair. Both felt like someone should say something.

"So, I've had an extra room in my flat ever since Rachel moved out. Would you want to take it?" Kurt looked up hopefully.

"Yeah, I think I would" The voice was a little rough, but decisive.