I got bored last night. I clicked around YouTube, until I found Love Language Remade. I remembered watching the original Jubilee Project's video to raise support and awareness for the American Society for Deaf Children. I altered it for Kurt and Blaine, so it's clearly AU.. and I made it a bit of a future fic. I hope that you like it.
Note: I listened to Peaches by New Heights (the song used in the Jubilee Project video) as I wrote it, so it sort of set the mood. I recommend listening to the song / watching the video.
Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing. The characters are Ryan Murphy's. The storyline / summary is from Love Language by the Jubilee Project.
DAY ONE - April 25, 2011
Kurt wasn't sure what led him to sit next to the man at the park. There were plenty of other benches in Central Park that were suitable for reading his latest script, but he felt compelled to sit on this bench. It didn't hurt that there was a perfectly handsome man sitting next to him idly doing a crossword puzzle listening to his iPod.
The birds chirped as Kurt strained to focus on the script. It was just too nice of a day for him to honestly care about what he was reading. Besides, he couldn't help the stolen glances at the man sitting next to him. Either way, he should have brought a pen to underline his highlighted words, or at least mark where he was going to stop reading for the day. It was unlike him to be so ill prepared.
"Nice day, huh?" Kurt asked, only to awkwardly draw his attention back to his script because the man couldn't hear him through his music.
It only got harder to focus the more Kurt realized that he was genuinely interested in talking with this man. Regardless, he needed a pen to mark his place for where he was going to stop going through his script for the day. Well, this only meant that he'd have to try talking to the guy next to him again.
"Can I borrow your pen real quick?" Kurt asked, leaning into the man's peripheral vision.
He looked up.
"Your pen..." Kurt drifted off, only making the guy motion at his earphones that were playing in his ears.
Kurt smiled, a bit dumbfounded as to why he just didn't take the earphone out of her ear. It was beyond Kurt, but he pressed on.
"Oh, your pen..." Kurt tried again, making a squiggle motion that was almost universal for writing.
He understood the motion as he passed his pen over with a charming smile that did not turn Kurt's insides to Jell-O.
"Thanks," Kurt earnestly said, circling the page number and dating right below it. He had mastered the words on this page, or so he thought. He was nearly drunk off of the interaction with this guy... and he didn't even know his name.
It was a bit nerve wracking with this guy watching him while he borrowed the pen, but he barreled through it because he was used to being watched. He was a theater kind of guy, so accustomed to the spotlight. But, that didn't always ward off the butterflies, especially from guys with smiles like that.
"I appreciate it," Kurt said, passing the pen back, earning another smile.
The guy went back to his crossword puzzle as Kurt checked his watch. He had an hour until another rehearsal. He gave an awkward wave to the guy as he got up, only to be ignored. He walked from the park with the script tucked under his arm with an infectious smile.
DAY TWO - April 26, 2011
Kurt came back to the park the next day with his script. However, this time he was more than prepared with his own pen and pack of post its. He sat on the same bench as yesterday, which was unoccupied.
If he was being honest with himself, he came back to the same bench in hopes of talking with the man from yesterday. He knew the chances of him coming back to the same spot were slim, but he just needed to test these odds. Besides, he just had this indescribable premonition that this guy would be back.
Kurt prattled about in his script, going over the rough parts from rehearsal the night before. He used a post it to mark a change of words since the director thought that the new line would flow better in the scene. He marked in the margin a certain memory to access to portray the specific emotion that he needed to evoke for the scene.
Just as Kurt was about to give up on the opportunity to see this guy again, he sat down on the bench with a warm smile directed at Kurt. The man looked to his blank crossword puzzle, as Kurt rolled his head back with a coy smile of success. The smile was caused by a rapture of butterflies that exploded in his stomach. He hadn't felt this feeling in a while, and he hoped that it would be around for a while.
Kurt slid an inch closer with a burst of courage from the man's smile from before.
"What are you listening to?" Kurt asked, leaning in even closer as the breeze blew a bit of the man's cologne towards him in the most tantalizing way ever.
The guy motioned to his earphones with an apologetic face. Kurt came up with a brilliant idea.
"What are you listening to?" Kurt wrote on a post it and placed it on the bench between their thighs. He placed the stack of post its between them as all productivity was gone for the mean time.
"A special song." The man wrote back and stuck it to the bench.
"Can I listen to it?" Kurt scrawled and placed it down, hoping that he could get some insight on this man.
"No, I'm embarrassed." The man wrote as Kurt's stomach sort of dropped in the most unexpected way.
It took Kurt a minute to figure how to transition this into a full blown conversation. He took a sideward glance at the crossword puzzle. He smirked as he figured out one of the answers.
"Down 14. Theater section. Loge." Kurt wrote each sentence on a new line before pressing the sticky part to the bench.
The conversation just started to flow naturally from there. Such as, how Kurt knew that answer so flawlessly. And, how they agreed on how they both came to this park often and maybe one day Kurt could hear the magic song that kept the other man so captivated.
"What's your name?" The man wrote on a post it as the conversation about the song dwindled down.
"Kurt... Yours?" Kurt wrote back, his insides twisting in the most delightful way as to having a name for this man that he was growing quite fond of.
"Blaine." The post it read, as Kurt let the name roll off of his tongue. It was a beautiful name. Kurt checked his watch. He had to get to rehearsal soon.
"I've got to go, but I'd love to see you again. Can I have your number?" Kurt wrote, another rush of butterflies unleashed as he wrote the words with a shaking hand. He looked away as Blaine wrote his response.
"No, I don't have one." Blaine wrote back, as Kurt's stomach did another treacherous dip. Why was he always interested in those who weren't interested in him?
"Really? That's a terrible lie." Kurt carefully stuck the post it amidst the rest of the conversation. He was justified behind his abruptness because if this guy wasn't interested, he wouldn't have had such a lengthy conversation through a set of post its.
"If you want, I'll be here again tomorrow." Blaine wrote as Kurt allowed an internal happy dance, despite the poker face he was expressing on the outside.
"Sounds good. I'll see you then." Kurt wrote, adding a smiley face at the end as he gathered his script and just about bounced off to rehearsal.
DAY THREE - April 27, 2011
Kurt would never admit to taking an extra half an hour to primp himself for a simple walk in the park, regardless of who he would be seeing there. He tried to focus on his script; he really did. But, it was hard when he was looking up every five second to see if Blaine had arrived yet. He reprimanded himself for being such a schoolboy, and that he needed to make a valiant effort on reading his lines.
"It's good to see you again!" Blaine stuck on his script, before taking a seat mere inches away from Kurt with his own stack of post its.
"You're late." Kurt wrote with a smiley face and a joking expression. Talking with Blaine like this was absolutely ridiculous, but he loved every second of it.
Blaine smacked him on the arm with a laugh. Their conversation flowed even easier than the day before. And, it turned out that they had a lot in common: magazines (Vogue), movies (Inception), sexual orientation (gay), places they'd like to visit (Italy and France), and favorite children's book (Where's Waldo?). But, there were notable differences between Kurt and Blaine being: favorite colors (blue and red, respectively), favorite sport (none for Kurt and football for Blaine), and ideal superpower (invisibility and telekinesis, ad valorem).
Post its were no longer stuck on the bench, but rather on their respective script and crossword puzzle. It all changed when Kurt placed a post it on Blaine's arm, only to be countered by one being stuck on his forehead. The mood shifted after that post it banter as Blaine got a look that Kurt could only place as fear of acceptance and vulnerability.
"Would you like to listen to my song?" Blaine wrote and stuck to Kurt's script. He just waited for Kurt's reaction with eager hazel eyes. Kurt smiled back with the complete emotion of trust being shared between them.
"I'd like that." Kurt wrote back, licking his lips with anticipation.
Blaine took the earphones from his ears and passed them to Kurt with these large, almost pleading eyes that nearly broke Kurt's heart. He placed the earphones in his ears, not sure what to expect. However, the silence was not something he was expecting to hear... or rather, not hear.
"That's weird," Kurt noted, looking back to Blaine's eyes that left him open after his confession, "I don't hear anything."
Blaine started moving his hands, which Kurt almost instantly recognized as sign language since the fusion of Glee clubs back in the first year he joined at McKinley. He just wished that he had taken some kind of class in sign language, since all he knew was a vague understanding of the alphabet.
D-E-A-F
Kurt's breath hitched as Blaine gave an almost sad smile. Kurt uncapped his pen.
"You're still beautiful."
I honestly don't think I did the video justice, but I did my best. I hope that you liked it enough to at least drop a little review.