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“Daddy, where are you going?”

“Daddy is going out to dinner with Blaine again.”

“Mr. Florist? Why does he want to have dinner with you?”

“We’re good friends, honey. You’ll stay here with Kayleigh. She’ll put you to bed and I’ll be home before you wake up. Okay, buddy?”

“Okay, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, kiddo.”

Their kiss goodnight might as well have been magical. Kurt wakes up early the next morning and swears his lips are still tingling from it. He reaches up to touch his lips, caress them to make sure he isn’t ill or feverish. Everything feels normal from the outside, but the buzzy feeling that rushed through him the night before is still there.

Since he woke up early and Gabe hasn’t arrived yet, he takes some time to reminisce about their date: Blaine’s smile reaching through his eyes every time he looked at Kurt; the conversation that just flowed all night; holding hands as they walked back to the subway station together.

He remembers answering Rachel’s questions hurriedly, ostensibly because he’d wanted to get home and put Gabe to bed. In actual fact, he had just wanted to be alone and float on the clouds of joy that his first date had brought to him.

Now they’ve had their first date, Kurt can’t wait to get to a second and third. It is not going to be possible to have an evening out with Blaine unless Kurt finds a different babysitter. He will have to ask around at work to see if anyone knows anyone.

The door opens and Gabriel peeks in. “Daddy! You’re awake early again!”

“Good morning, buddy! Come over here and cuddle with me.”

Gabriel walks quickly into the room and slides under the covers, snuggling up with Kurt. “So, did you have fun on your date with Mr. Florist?”

Kurt smiles at his son. “I really did, bud.”

“What did you do together?” Gabriel asks sweetly.

“We ate dinner and went for a walk.”

Gabe scoffs. “That sounds boring, Daddy! Didn’t you play games or watch cartoons or sing songs or anything fun?”

Kurt smirks. “Sorry, bud. I guess we’re just boring old guys.” Kurt wraps his arms around his little boy and blows raspberries into his shoulder as they giggle together.

Being a Tuesday, it’s a regular day of school and work. Kurt drops Gabriel off after breakfast and practically skips into his office.  Waiting for him on his desk is a package from Ariston Floral. He opens it up to find the most stunning bouquet of pink orchids and white and red carnations. The card attached has only one letter.

~B.

Kurt grabs his phone and quickly shoots off a text, thanking Blaine for his thoughtfulness. The smile doesn’t leave his face all day, despite the crazy workload that lands in his lap.

After work, he picks up Gabriel. Together, they decide to stop by Mr. Florist’s shop and say hello. Kurt is all smiles as he walks into the store and sees Blaine at the counter in the back. Blaine is looking down at the computer with the phone tucked into his ear, so he hasn’t noticed who entered the store. Gabe walks around the side of the store to look at the fresh bouquets in the coolers while Kurt hesitates, unsure if he should follow his son or go greet Blaine and tell him thank you in person.

Kurt decides to go after Gabriel, so he trails behind his son as he presses his nose into the glass on the cases, looking at the variety of flowers on display.

“Daddy, why are there so many different kinds of flowers?”

Kurt smiles. “I don’t know. What do you think?”

“Hmm. Well, each one means something, right? I guess someone thought we had so many things to say that we needed lots of different ways to say things?”

Another voice speaks up from behind them. “That’s good thinking, there, Gabe.”

“Mr. Florist! Hiya!” Gabe’s smile lights up the room. “You sent my daddy flowers!”

Blaine smiles back at Gabe. “That’s right, little man. I did.” Blaine looks up at Kurt. “Did you like them?”

“That’s why we’re here. I wanted to thank you in person.” Kurt reaches out to take Blaine’s hand. “It was a lovely surprise. You made my day. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” replies Blaine. “Anytime.” Their eyes lock over their interwoven fingers; Kurt can’t see anything but Blaine and his lips. He wants to lean in and see if their second kiss might be as amazing as their first but before he gets past the first glimmer of a thought, he hears a little voice pop up.

“Mr. Florist, next time you take my daddy on a date, you need to be more fun.” Gabe looks sweetly innocent. Kurt is mortified.

Blaine pulls his hand out of Kurt’s as his eyebrows fly up. “Oh, really? What do you know about that, Gabriel?”

Gabriel Evans Hummel. What do you think you’re doing?” Kurt’s face is hot—he must look like a strawberry at this point.

“But Daddy, you said you just went on a walk. That’s boring! Next time you go out you should get to do something more fun, like playing at the park or singing songs!” Gabriel looks confused, as if he doesn’t understand what he did wrong, why his daddy sounds so angry.

Blaine bursts out laughing, taking Kurt’s hand again. “Don’t worry, Gabriel. If I’m lucky enough to get a second date with your daddy, I’ll make sure he isn’t bored.”

***

Kurt decides to invite Blaine out himself for their second date. This time, rather than try and connect after work, he decides to try out a babysitter and take Blaine to see Rachel in Les Mis. She is usually able to get comp tickets at short notice, and she doesn’t fail him this time, either, scoring them row A in the Mezzanine—ridiculously good seats, and Kurt decides he doesn’t want to know how exactly that happened.
He picks Blaine up at the flower shop, again, but this time before closing. There is another person behind the counter as Blaine comes out of the back room dressed in a suit, carrying a small box.

Kurt wonders aloud, “What on earth is that?”

Blaine grins. “Just a little something I put together in the back.”

“Am I allowed to see it?”

“Close your eyes.”

Kurt quirks an eyebrow at Blaine for a second, but decides to acquiesce and closes his eyes. He feels hands pulling at his lapel and smells a
flower he’s not familiar with.

“You can open your eyes now.”

Kurt looks down at his lapel and sees a sprig of lilies of the valley wrapped in their own leaf, attached to his lapel with a pin of two small leaves made of gold. Blaine is looking at him with a hopeful smile, one eyebrow raised, his head tipped slightly to the side. “Well?”

Kurt breathes in the lovely aroma and decides that dating a florist might just be the best thing ever.

“Thank you, Blaine. I love it.” Kurt glances at Blaine’s suit jacket. “Do you have one for yourself?”

“I do. Will you help me put it on?”

Kurt pins Blaine’s boutonniere to his lapel, takes his hand, and they leave together for their date.

***

“Kurt, that was amazing! I can’t believe we got such great seats on such short notice!”

Kurt smiles wryly at Blaine. “I know, right? Rachel can be the most annoying person on the planet, but sometimes she really comes through!”

Hand in hand, they start walking towards the subway. Blaine turns to Kurt and takes both of his hands. “Would you like to come back to my place for a little while?”

Kurt hesitates. He doesn’t know exactly what to expect here, since he’s had such a limited experience with dating. He really would like to spend time one on one, getting to know Blaine better, but not really getting to know him, so to speak.  Blaine seems to sense his hesitation. “I mean, for a cup of coffee, or maybe a drink. That’s all. I just want to talk to you more, get to know you better, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Kurt swallows down his hesitation. “Sure. Why not?”

They walk hand-in-hand to the subway station, stay in close contact standing together on the train, and when they reach Blaine’s stop, Kurt realizes they aren’t too far away from his apartment, either. “I didn’t realize how close we live to each other. I’m just around the corner, over there.”

“Really? I’m surprised we haven’t run into each other before.”

“I’m not. My life is pretty much set up around Gabe’s routine,” Kurt explains.  “We get up, get ready for the day and go to school, then I go to work. I pick him up; we go home. When we first moved out here, there were three adults sharing the rent on our two bedroom. Now it’s just me, with some child support help from Brittany. We don’t have a lot of extra money, or extra time for that matter.”

They reach Blaine’s building. He lets go of Kurt’s hand long enough to unlock the door and open it for him, then takes it back immediately as they walk up the stairs to Blaine’s fourth floor apartment.

Blaine opens his apartment door, motions for Kurt to go in, and follows in behind him. “Can I take your jacket?”

Kurt smiles shyly. “Thank you.”

After Blaine hangs Kurt’s jacket in the coat closet, he turns and, looking as nervous as Kurt feels, he asks, “Would you like a cup of coffee? Or maybe a glass of wine?”

“Maybe wine. Yes. Wine would be nice, thanks.” Kurt is hoping that a little bit of wine will help him shake his nerves enough to fall back into the easy conversation they had at dinner. Blaine disappears into the kitchen, so Kurt takes the opportunity to look around at the pictures on the walls and the books on the shelves. He sees pictures of Blaine with an older woman and two men, one with striking blue eyes, one with the same hazel eyes that caught Kurt’s attention the first time he saw Blaine at the shop.  There are other pictures of the blue-eyed man with a beautiful brunette and two boys. As he continues around the room, he notices an eclectic collection of books and movies on the towering bookshelf next to the entertainment. Kurt reaches up and runs his fingers across the spines of the books, wondering what it is like to have time to read for pleasure. He smiles when he sees the Harry Potter series in both book and movie form.

Blaine returns with two empty wine glasses and an open bottle of white wine. “See anything interesting?” he asks with a smile.

“Harry Potter, Blaine? I didn’t realize you were such a fantasy fan.”

“Who doesn’t like Harry Potter, Kurt, seriously?” Blaine retorts, grinning. “Have you read them to Gabe yet?”

“Of course. I think he secretly hopes that an owl will bring him an invitation letter in a few years,” Kurt replies.

“My nephews are the same way. I suppose I could always say I bought them to have for them, but I grew up with Harry Potter, and I’d love them whether I had nephews or not.”

“So, you’re Uncle Blaine, then?” Asks Kurt.

“Yes. Cooper, my older brother, has Nathaniel and Justin.” Blaine reaches over and takes one of the pictures Kurt had been looking at off the wall. “This is Coop, his wife, Jenny, and the boys.  They live out in Los Angeles, so I don’t get to see them nearly often enough.”

“What does he do for a living?” asks Kurt.

“He’s a production assistant for a documentary film maker. He had big dreams of taking Hollywood by storm when he was younger, but he wasn’t cut out to be an actor.”

“He certainly looks the part,” mused Kurt.

“Maybe,” replied Blaine, “but he was a terrible actor. He wouldn’t take direction from anyone. He was over-dramatic, always pointing at everyone, and I don’t think he ever even tried to notice what the other people around him were doing. He’s much better off behind the scenes, and I know he makes better money.”

“What does his wife do?”

“Jenny? She is a lawyer, family law, actually,” replied Blaine. “She helps people adopt, settle divorces, deals with custody and guardianship, that sort of thing.”

“They have a beautiful family,” remarks Kurt.

“True,” replies Blaine, “but so do you.”

Kurt blushes. “Thank you. I like to think Gabe is pretty awesome, even though I didn’t have anything to do with making him.”

Blaine laughs. “Really? You may not have contributed any DNA, but believe me, Kurt, that boy is very much yours. He’s bold, beautiful, and so sweet—all things he’s learned from you. The expression on his face when he questions something you say? The one with the eyebrow and the look? That’s totally you, too.”

Kurt looks down at the floor, then raises his eyes just enough to peek at Blaine through his eyelashes. “I’m glad you think so. He’s the best thing I’ve ever done.”

Blaine moves over to pour wine into the glasses and passes one to Kurt. They sit together on the couch, angled sideways, in order to sit face to face. Kurt relaxes into the cushions as he and Blaine look at each other over their wine glasses, and he decides there is nowhere on earth he’d rather be.
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“Rachel, please. I haven’t asked you for something like this in a really long time. Ever, really. I just need one night out as a grown-up.”

“But Kurt, I only get one night off a week. I need to rest my voice, do my laundry… You know how hard it is to work full-time on Broadway.”

“I do know that, Rachel. I still work full-time on Broadway, I’m just not performing anymore. Fine. I’ll find some teenaged stranger to watch my son.”

“Oh, Kurt. Stop it. Fine. Bring him to my place. He can hang out here with me.”

Kurt holds his breath while Blaine’s phone rings on the other end. He hopes against hope that Blaine picks up, because he hates leaving messages. Unfortunately, Kurt doesn’t seem to be too lucky, as he hears Blaine’s voice come down the line: Thank you for calling Blaine Anderson of Ariston Floral. I can’t take your call right now, so please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”

Kurt hangs up. He is petrified of saying the wrong thing on the voicemail. Idiot. Hummel, you absolute idiot. How hard is it to leave a message for someone who already told you he’s interested? Idiot.

He stares at his phone for a few seconds and then gets startled as it starts ringing in his hand. It is the same number he just dialed.
Taking a deep breath, he swipes to answer the call. “H-hello?”

“Hello. This is Blaine Anderson. I believe I just missed a call from you?”

“Blaine, hi. This is Kurt Hummel. From the flower shop. Gabe’s dad.”

“Kurt! I’m so glad you called! I take it you read my note?”

“Yes, that’s how I got your number,” Kurt replies, in his most innocent voice. “I’m so sorry that Gabe imposed on you like that. He really shouldn’t have.”

“Oh, I’m really glad he did. I never would have had the guts to ask you out otherwise. Although, I guess I really didn’t ask you out, did I? But I’d like to! I mean, if you’d be interested.”

Blaine sounds so nervous and awkward that Kurt can’t help but smile. “I would love to, Blaine. Where and when?”

Kurt and Blaine decide to meet up after work the following Monday, as Kurt is sure Rachel’s show is dark that night and he should be able to get her to watch Gabriel for him. It’s a bit of a struggle to get her to agree, but after a bit of arm-twisting and guilt-tripping, she finally agrees to keep him at her house for the evening, so long as Kurt brings him and picks him up. It is a little out of his way, but it’s better than hiring someone he’s never met before.

Kurt is still dressed in his work clothes when he drops Gabe off, but he only has about twenty minutes before he really needs to be at the flower shop, so he decides to take off his tie and wrap a scarf around his neck instead. Rachel has a few of his less favorite scarves that she has borrowed over the years, so Kurt borrows one back. He leaves the tie at her apartment, figuring he’ll pick it up when he comes back to pick up Gabe. It isn’t as if Blaine isn’t used to seeing him dressed for work, since he’s been visiting the shop every Friday for several months.
Kurt is a few minutes later than he wanted to be when he arrives at Ariston’s, but Blaine is waiting for him outside the locked front door. Kurt can tell when Blaine spots him because his face morphs from a concerned frown to an ecstatic grin, bordering on idiotic.

“Happy to see me?” Kurt asks.

Blaine blushes a bit and looks down shyly.  “Yeah, I guess I am. Is that okay?”

“It’s wonderful. I’m glad to see you, too.” Kurt responds. “So, where to?”

“I hoped you wouldn’t mind keeping it casual. I don’t usually eat a lot after work.”

“No, that’s perfect.”

“Great. Right this way, kind sir!” Blaine leads Kurt to the corner and across the street to the Macchiato Espresso Bar, a cozy little coffee shop and deli with a seating area around the outside edge.

“Why thank you, Mr. Anderson,” Kurt flirted back.

Kurt orders a wrap with chicken and avocado that looks sinful. Blaine gets a prosciutto roll with a huge piece of buffalo mozzarella and tons of vegetables. They each take a water bottle and sit down at a table in the corner.

“So,” Kurt begins, “Tell me how a person becomes a florist.”

Blaine smiles. “Well, that’s a bit of a long story. How much time do we have?”

Kurt grins back at him. “As much time as you need, or until 9:30, which is when I pick Gabriel up from the sitter.”

“I didn’t always dream of doing this, you know,” Blaine begins, his tone easy and a little flirtatious. “Growing up in Ohio, I was a music geek. My parents started me in piano lessons when I was five or six, and I absolutely loved it. I guess you could say I was a natural.”

“So, what happened? How does a musician end up making flower arrangements?” Kurt wonders aloud.

“Well, everybody starting out needs a day job,” replies Blaine. “Mine was a delivery boy for Mrs. Ariston. She started to teach me the basics of how to arrange things, so that when I’d make a delivery, I could make sure everything was just so before I gave it to the customer. I guess I had a knack for it.”

“You certainly do,” remarks Kurt. “Everything you’ve put together for Gabe and I has been beautiful.”

Blaine blushes. “Well, I must admit to a bit of an ulterior motive, there.”

“Oh, really?” Kurt asks, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk on his face.

Blaine blushes even darker. “Well, I thought you were attached, but even so, I wanted you to notice me.”

Kurt feels his smirk bloom into a grin. “Well, how is that working out for you?”

Blaine’s eyes sparkle as he flirts back, “I don’t know; you tell me.”

Both of them burst into laughter at once, and Kurt decides to continue with his questions. “So what happened to your music, then? Did you just give it up?”

“Not at first. Deliveries were usually done with by 2:00, so it was easy to find time to play in the evenings. The trouble wasn’t the time, it was finding gigs,” Blaine says. “When Mrs. Ariston’s grandson was born, I was happy to pick up the afternoons at the store. The steady hours are great, and some of the customers are pretty hot.” Blaine looks down after he says that, as if he can’t believe he said it out loud.

Kurt snorts quietly. “Such a charmer, Mr. Anderson.  No wonder Mrs. Ariston loves you so much! Do you see yourself going back to music or performing any time soon?”

“Probably not. Although running a flower shop and creating beauty in the world with arrangements and bouquets wasn’t my original life’s dream,” Blaine explains, “somehow, it’s turned out to be exactly what I need to be doing. I get to add beauty to some of life’s most difficult situations, be a part of restoring broken relationships, and enhance the sweetest of life’s moments. It’s not the art that I thought I’d be creating when I dreamed of my future in high school, but it’s still art, and I love it!”

Blaine suggests at that point that they go back up to the counter for chocolate croissants and mochas for dessert. When they return to sit down, he says. “Enough about me. Tell about that beautiful boy of yours.”

Kurt feels his face light up like he knows it always does when he talks about Gabe. “Talk about long stories. Where to begin?”

“How about at the beginning? I already know he has another dad. Where’s Mom?”

“Well, Brittany is a friend of mine from high school. She’s a dancer, and she’s on tour with Beyonce, and before that, she was dancing for Madonna. Her jobs take her all over the country and at very odd times.” Kurt pauses to take a sip from his mocha.

Blaine takes the opportunity and asks, “So if Brittany is the mom and there’s another dad, how did you end up with Gabe?”

“When Sam and Brit found out she was pregnant, he was deployed to Afghanistan. He’d arranged for a three month leave around her due date, but an IED took out his convoy before he could get home.”

“Oh God, Kurt, I’m so sorry.” Blaine looks heartbroken.

“It wasn’t your fault, Blaine,” Kurt replies. “Anyway, I promised Sam I’d be there when the baby was born. Brit didn’t have insurance, so my name ended up on the birth certificate. Sam was gone, and he would have wanted his son to be taken care of, so the baby became Gabriel Evans Hummel. Sam’s last name was Evans, mine is Hummel.”

“Why Gabriel?”

“Brittany said that since his daddy was already an angel, he deserved an angel name.” Kurt pauses again for another sip of coffee and a bite of croissant before continuing. “So to make a long story even longer, I helped Brit take care of him while she healed and grieved. His first word was Dada, and that was me! When she got the second world tour, I asked her to sign custody over to me permanently. It just made everything so much easier.”

Blaine looks awestruck. “So, you’re taking care of a kid that has no blood relationship to you at all because you made a promise to help deliver him if his dad couldn’t get back from his tour of Afghanistan in time?”

Kurt smiles wryly. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds a bit crazy. I prefer to think of it as, I’m raising my adoptive son, and I just happened to go to high school with his birth parents.”

“I have so much respect for you, Kurt. That’s an incredible story,” Blaine responds.

“Well, this is the part where guys usually run away. Instant family and all. So, thanks for dinner,” Kurt says, suddenly finding the bottom of his empty coffee cup fascinating.

“Kurt,” Blaine begins. “Kurt. Look at me.”

Kurt shakes his head.

“I’m still here.” Blaine reaches across the table to take Kurt’s hand in his own. “I already knew you were a dad when I asked you out. I’m not going to run.”

Kurt glances up at Blaine from the corner of his eye, his head still turned away. “I wish I could believe you, but I’ve been burned too many times.”

“I’m not like everyone else. All I’m asking is that you give me a chance.”

“A chance for what, exactly? What is it that you want from me?” Kurt asks.

Blaine squeezes Kurt’s hand. “I want to take you out on dates. Buy you dinner. Get to know even more about the incredible man I can already tell you are. Maybe, if you’ll let me, I can even give you a kiss goodnight.”

Kurt giggles at that. “Of course you can kiss me; I would love that. And everything else sounds wonderful, as well. Is it okay if we wait to tell Gabriel about this until we’re more certain about things? I would hate for him to get attached until we know for sure we want to give this a shot.”

“Of course. Whatever you think is right. You’re his dad.”

After their meal, Blaine takes Kurt’s hand and leads him out to the sidewalk. “Do we have time for a walk in the park?”

Kurt looks at his watch. “Absolutely. I don’t have to be to Rachel’s for an hour and a half. Lead on.”

Kurt realizes in no time where they are headed. “Bryant Park? How very romantic of you, sir.”

Blaine smiles brightly. “I’d hoped you’d think so.”

They walk together, arm in arm, chatting about the beautiful gardens, the different kinds of flowers and how well they’d work in bouquets, the difficulties of leaving work at work, and other more fun subjects, like dream vacations, famous people they’d like to meet someday, and most embarrassing moments.  They look at the monuments and fountains, and finally decide to stop and watch some older gentlemen playing pétanque on the green.

“I can almost imagine we’re in Provence, watching this,” declares Kurt.

“Is that one of your dream vacation spots?” asks Blaine.

“Not so much. I’m really more of a city boy. If I ever get to go to Europe, it would be Paris, Rome, Venice, and London. Not necessarily in that order, either.”

“Mmm.  For me? Amsterdam, Lisse, Versailles, and Barcelona.”

“Always for the flowers, Blaine?”

“Of course.”

The hour passes so easily, the next time Kurt looks at the time on his phone it is passed the time he should leave.

“Oh my God. Rachel is going to kill me. I promised I’d pick up Gabe by 9:30 and it’s already quarter after. I have to run.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I completely lost track of the time as well.” They walk together towards the subway station on the corner.

 “Well, goodnight. I’ll see you on Friday, then.”

“Wait, Kurt. Just one more thing.” Blaine puts his hand on Kurt’s cheek. “Can I still have that kiss?”

Kurt smiles. “I did promise, didn’t I?”

Blaine leans his head to the side and slowly moves forward, pressing his lips gently against Kurt’s. Blaine’s lips are so warm and soft. Kurt melts on the inside, his mind buzzing, and leans closer as Blaine pulls away, chasing the warmth as they separate.

“Goodnight, Kurt. I’ll see you soon.”



 
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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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