Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, nor would I want to with the current writing.

AN: I wasn't going to write Valentine's fic. I really wasn't. But then, suddenly plotbunnies. I blame tumblr.

Close My Eyes and Leap

Kurt looked at his phone as he hurried from class, debating whether or not to turn it on. Experience told him "not" was probably the best choice though.

Mr Schue's and Miss Pillsbury's wedding was scheduled to start in 15 minutes – and knowing Miss P, that meant it would start in 15 minutes – meaning everyone had to have noticed that he wasn't there by now. If, that was, Rachel had kept her mouth shut and not spilled the news the second she landed. (She'd promised, but. It was Rachel Berry.)

He'd wanted to come, had RSVP'd and everything, but then life had intervened. First there had been NYADA telling him "no" – and yes, "we can't stop you, but we strongly advise you not miss any classes unless it's an emergency" meant "no". Rachel had gotten a different answer, of course, but unlike her he didn't have a reputation as the Dean's pet.

He could have gone anyway, faked an illness – the doctor who'd given Santana a note for work would have helped him too – but then Isabelle had begged him to come into work. And he owed Isabelle. So. No Lima, Ohio and no wedding for Kurt Hummel.

It was probably for the best anyway.

Because Blaine would be at the wedding.

They were over. Kurt wanted them to be over, and he was trying to move on – felt he was, really – but. A part of him still had feelings for Blaine. He'd lost the trust, not the love – and no amount of hurt was going to change that.

Oh, he'd told Blaine he was working on forgiving him, but it was very much a work in progress, and one Kurt wasn't sure he'd ever truly achieve. Letting go of his anger had been for him, anyway, and not for Blaine. It had been draining, and Kurt had needed all of his energy to deal with his New York life.

Besides, forgiving Blaine was a deeply ingrained habit by now. Kurt wasn't sure he even knew how not to any longer. He knew how to not forget though, and that was perhaps his saving grace. Because the part of his brain that never forgot the wrongs done him whispered that Blaine would never learn. Hadn't so far.

Because the second Kurt had said "I'm trying to forgive you" Blaine had seemed to relax, to take that forgiveness for granted. Had taken it as such a sure thing that he'd felt safe tagging along with Kurt's dad to invade the loft during Christmas, acting like nothing was wrong. And Kurt had fallen for it. He'd played along, spent time with Blaine, when all he'd wanted was to be with his dad, and basically fallen into his old pattern of orbiting around Blaine.

And if he'd gone back for the wedding, then Blaine would have expected more of the same – and Kurt would most likely have fallen in line. Spending such a romantic occasion – a less battered Kurt would have gushed so hard at the thought of a Valentine's wedding – with his ex was setting himself up for a disaster. Not to mention the damage it would have done to his budding relationship with Adam...

In the end, that was why he hadn't fought his teachers, or Isabelle, about being made to stay in New York.

Speaking of Isabelle... I need to hurry.

"Kurt! Hold up!"

And there he was. Adam Crawford. Kurt's heart beat a little faster, and melted just a little, at the sight of the smiling blond.

"Adam. Look, I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry. Can I–?" he waved his hand in a gesture that could mean anything from "call you later" to "keep running".

"Not a problem, love. I knew you were busy, remember?"

Yeah, because Kurt had made sure that Adam knew. They got along splendidly, and Kurt really felt they could become something real, but spending Valentine's Day together carried so many undertones he wasn't ready for. On the other hand he hadn't wanted to make Adam feel brushed off either, and so he's made sure that the Brit knew exactly why Kurt wasn't free.

"Now, can I walk you to your stop?"

As always there was no uncomfortable silence, and when they reached the subway entrance Kurt actually sighed a little. He enjoyed spending time with Adam, and always felt they were parting too soon.

"So, this is me..."

"So it is. Wait a mo'." Adam reached into his bag and pulled out a plastic container and a thermos, and handed both over. "Happy Valentine's Day, love."

Kurt accepted them, almost on autopilot, and stared, shocked. Adam had gotten him something for Valentine's? With the exception of David the year before no one had bothered since third grade (the last year their teacher had enforced the "something for everyone" rule). Blaine certainly never had, and here Adam, who not only would be alone on Valentine's but who wasn't even really dating Kurt, had gone through the trouble.

It didn't matter what it was, Kurt still loved it on principle.

"It's not anything fancy, just a snack. Still, I knew you'd be short on time and that you might not be able to pick something up."

"Adam, I... Thank you. You didn't have to, but I really appreciate that you did. I really appreciate you."

He looked at the gorgeous blond, and tried to understand himself. Why wasn't he dating Adam for real again? The other boy wasn't just good-looking, he was also attentive and more supportive than anyone outside of Kurt's family. He'd even chased Kurt, instead of the other way around – and maybe that was it? No one had ever chased Kurt (and no, Chandler and David didn't count, not really) and with the exception of Blaine, no one had ever wanted Kurt to chase, never mind catch them.

The idea of someone wanting him enough to chase him was scary. Being responsible for someone else's happiness, the way Blaine had been responsible for his, was scary. Taking the chance, risking his heart, was terrifying.

He looked at the Valentine's Day offerings in his hands again. Maybe it was time to – not stop being scared, but stop letting his fears getting in the way of him taking chances?

"I have to run. I wish I didn't, but I do. But, how about I reciprocate" he waved the thermos a little "say, breakfast tomorrow?"

"That sounds lovely! What time? And where?"

"My place, of course. I have some breakfast recipes that are to die for – and the girls are in Lima, so we don't have to share. As for when," and he took a deep breath, steeling himself before jumping off the proverbial ledge, "how about I wake you up?"

There. It was as far as he could make himself go.

He could see the second Adam caught his meaning – the Brit stiffened and his mouth fell open.

"Are you sure?"

And the smile that broke on his face at Kurt's nod rivaled even the brightest spring sun.

"Okay. Then I'll go home, pack up a few things – anything special you want me to bring? – and I'll be here to walk you home. 8:45, you said?"

"Yeah, but Adam, you don't have to, I–"

"I know I don't, but I want to. See you then. Don't let Isabelle work you to death now, love."

The goodbye kiss burned throughout his subway ride, and the smile it caused was still on his lips when he walked through the doors at Vogue.

Happy Valentine's Day to me.

~The End ~