Doigts Parlent
Hello! This is a fill for hurtklaineprompts on tumblr. The title means 'talking fingers" in French, by the way. 'Talking hands' didn't sound cool enough ;) PS: Hopefully I conjugated the verb in the title (parler - to speak) correctly! I'm in French 1, so hopefully I did the right thing by assuming that he subject (fingers) called for an '-ent' ending. Enjoy!
Italics - writing
Prompt: fluffy fic with Deaf!Kurt trying to teach Blaine a few ASL signs
Blaine walked into the library, where he was instructed to wait for his tutor in French. Apparently his tutor was a fluent French speaker, and was already in AP French as a junior. Blaine took a look around. He was looking for a brown haired, blue eyed and, according to his French teacher, a "well dressed jeune homme." His eyes fell on the back of someone's head. The hair was styled, and the jacket the boy was wearing looked expensive. This must be the guy. Blaine walked to the table he was sitting at, and started to talk.
"Excuse me? Would you happen to be Kurt Hummel?" There was no response. Blaine shrugged, and tried again. "Um… Are you Kurt Hummel?" Still nothing. The boy wasn't listening to music or anything. Blaine walked around to the front of the table and set his books down, trying to catch the boy's attention. "Are you Kurt?" Suddenly, the boy looked up. Blaine repeated himself. The boy nodded, and then fumbled with his notebook. He wrote down "I'm Kurt. Well… I'm deaf, but I can read your lips." Blaine was shocked, but nodded and sat down.
It had been two months after Blaine met Kurt. They still met for tutoring sessions, even though the sessions usually consisted more of them talking (or in Kurt's case, writing) than of studying. One day, Blaine finally worked up the courage to ask Kurt something.
"I feel bad that you have to write everything out," Blaine said. "Don't feel bad Blaine, I'm used to it." Kurt wrote back. Blaine shook his head. "But you shouldn't have to, Kurt. Do you think… Do you think you could teach me some sign language?" He looked down quickly, a little embarrassed. Kurt laughed, and Blaine smiled at the sound.
"Of course I'll teach you," he wrote. "When do you want to start?"
"Right now?" Blaine asked.
Kurt looked stunned for a minute, then nodded.
Blaine fumbled around with his hands, then looked up at Kurt. "Was that okay?" he asked. "A little off, but nothing that practice can't fix." Blaine nodded, and then tried again. He sighed, and Kurt could tell that he was frustrated. "I'm sorry Kurt. I've been trying so hard to learn this for you, and I just keep disappointing you, even after you've been so patient…"
Kurt looked at him, stunned. Then he hastily grabbed his notebook and a pen and started frantically writing. After a minute or two, he passed it to Blaine.
"Blaine, you're not disappointing me at all. In fact, you're doing the opposite. Blaine, no one has ever done something like this for me, and no one has ever stayed with me this long. The fact that you're making effort to try and make me more comfortable means more to me than you'll ever know. And that's why I think…" And the rest was crossed out and illegible.
Blaine looked at Kurt inquisitivly, and Kurt turned red. "That's why I think I might be falling for you."
"I might be falling for you too, Kurt."