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“Excuse me, Mr. Florist? I have a note for you. Please don’t let my daddy see it!”

“Um, okay? Gabe? Is something wrong?”

“I think so. Just read it after we leave, okay, Mr. Florist?”

“You got it, buddy. I’ll read it.”

Florist Blaine and Gabe
The next Friday, Kurt and Gabriel are back at Ariston’s, picking up their standard Friday bouquet. Nothing special or particularly meaningful this time. Kurt notices that the pictures on the bulletin board have been taken down, and is in the process of trying to redirect Gabriel’s attention when he notices, too, and asks Blaine what happened to them.

“Oh, well, my boyfriend and I decided we were better as friends. I didn’t want to have all of those reminders here at work anymore, so I took them down.”

Kurt looks up sharply when he overhears Blaine’s response and sees sadness in those beautiful eyes. There is obviously more to the story, but of course, why would someone tell it to a stranger, especially a child?  Slightly mortified, Kurt pays for his bouquet, takes Gabe’s hand, and they go home together to another typical Friday.

Kurt can’t get the pain in Blaine’s eyes out of his mind that whole week. He recognized it: soul-deep weariness, loneliness, and despair of ever finding and keeping a lasting love connection. It is the look that stares back at Kurt from the mirror when he thinks about his father’s words. It is the look he tries never to show in public, not even to his son. Especially not to his son.

Kurt has taken on an extra show at work. It is a fairly small production, and way off Broadway, but he already knows the people from his standard contracts far too well. Burt’s voice is echoing in the back of his head. He has to put himself out there. What does that even mean? Kurt has never been one for being out there. No one he’s met in New York wants an inexperienced, Midwestern-born, father of a seven-year-old as a boyfriend. This new show has only a few cast members, but at least they are new faces. The costuming is fairly simple, modern attire, and doesn’t take Kurt long to design at all. The actors might as well wear clothes from their own closets, but it is a paycheck, and a nice one at that. Kurt decides to break the routine the Friday after he gets paid for his work, and takes Gabe out to dinner before they go to get their flowers.

Gabe is acting suspiciously that evening. He keeps trying to get Kurt to go to the flower shop, afraid they might be closed before they can get there. Kurt assures him they will still be on time to pick up their bouquet. Gabe eats hurriedly, instead of enjoying the experience like he usually would on the rare occasion they eat out. He rejects the offer of dessert in favor of leaving early to get to the flower shop on time. Once they arrive at the store, however, Gabe seems to try everything he can think of to get away from his dad. He drags Kurt over to the far edge of the store to look at vases he knows they don’t need. He tries to slip back to the counter, but Kurt grabs his hand and tells him to stay close.
When they’re getting ready to leave, Gabe finally asks to use the restroom. “Alone, Daddy, I’m a big kid. I just turned seven, you know.” Kurt goes over to the card rack to check out birthday cards for Rachel while Gabe goes to ask Blaine to use the restroom.

After his bathroom break, Gabriel seems significantly more calm. He and Kurt buy their flowers and head home together for a little playtime before bed.

The following week, Blaine is already waiting behind the counter with a bouquet ready when Kurt and Gabe arrive at the store, one made up of snowdrops hanging over the edge of a clear, crystal vase with spikes of lilac roses and pink carnations. Attached is a card in a familiar-looking, green envelope.

“On the house today, boys. A gift from me to you both,” Blaine says with a shy grin.

“What? We couldn’t possibly—” begins Kurt.

Gabe interrupts, raising an eyebrow and looking pointedly over at his daddy. “Thank you, Mr. Florist. You are very kind. Right, Daddy?”

Kurt stops and looks down at his son. “You’re right, Gabriel. Thank you, Blaine.” Kurt smiles at Blaine as he takes the bouquet and the card. “Should I read this now?”

“Wait until you get home.”

Kurt and Gabe take the bouquet with them as they head home for dinner. Gabriel wants Kurt to read the card before he cooks dinner, so they curl up together on the couch and pull out the envelope.

“Gabriel, how did Blaine get an envelope from the stationary set your mommy sent you for Christmas?”

Gabe’s eyes went wide with his most innocent look. “I have no idea, Daddy. Maybe Mommy sent him one, too?”

Kurt snorted. “Nice try, little man. Now what could Blaine have to say to me, I wonder?”

  Dear Kurt:

  From the very first time you walked in the door of our flower shop, I couldn’t help but notice the amazing love you share with your son. I assumed you must have an amazing partner to share him with. Imagine my surprise to find out that you are single. I don’t know if you would have any interest in me at all, but I would love the opportunity to get to know you beyond our Friday conversations in the store. If you are interested, please give me a call at (212) 555-6184. If not, feel free to recycle this note and ignore it. I promise, nothing will change at the store.
  Sincerely,
  Blaine Anderson

“Gabriel Evans Hummel, what on earth did you do?”

 “I didn’t do anything, Daddy.” Gabe doesn’t look at Kurt in the eye.

“Oh, really?”

“Really, Daddy. I didn’t do a thing.” Despite his wide-eyed, innocent look, Gabriel has found something very interesting to look at behind Kurt’s head, over his left shoulder. Kurt moves his head to intercept Gabriel’s line of sight but he just looks down at the floor instead.

Kurt scoops his son up in his arms and carries him over to the couch. “Gabe, honey, tell me what you did. I won’t be mad. I promise.”

“Well, I just wrote Mr. Florist a note, Daddy.”

Kurt grimaces. “And what did the note say, sweetie?”

“I just told him about how you were lonely…” Gabriel trails off mid-sentence.

“And…”

“And I kind of asked him to go on a date with you.”

Letter from Gabe

What? Oh, honey, why would you do that?” Kurt feels absolutely flabbergasted. He wouldn’t have anticipated in a million years that his son would try to set him up on a date.

“I don’t want you to be lonely anymore, Daddy,” replies Gabe. “I know you love me and I love you, but I want you to be happy, not lonely. Maybe Mr. Florist can make you not lonely anymore.”

“Thank you, Gabe, but I think Blaine and I are okay the way things are.”

“What did his note say, Daddy?”

“Nothing you need to worry about, little man. Now, time for bed.”

Kurt tucks Gabe into bed, sings him a song, and goes to clean up the apartment. He takes the note from Blaine and goes to throw it in the trash can, but before he can do it, he stops, re-reads it, smiles to himself, and pulls out his phone.

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