Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

A/N:

Tina and Kurt love spending time together, to just talk. About many things.

In my head they do *wink*


More Than Looks

Kurt hears the beeping of his phone.

A new message.

"Tina, could you get that? My hands are still covered in dough and cream."

Tina smiles and takes the phone from the kitchen counter, walking back over to Kurt "And now?"

Looking at the phone Kurt murmurs, "Sometimes I hate touch screens. Could you just hold it in front of me, so I can read. Thanks. Oh it's from Blaine, I…"

In this moment the timer on the oven decides to go off and Kurt, with a groan moves away, turns the already annoying sound off with a jab of his left elbow, and begins to fill the mix into the form. "Just, read it out to me."

"Are you sure? I mean, you guys are not sexting or anything? Because that could make things really awkward. I am not prepared to lose the awesomeness of our friendship for a glimps, however tempting, into the sex crazed part of Blaine's mind. Although I don't blame him for being crazy about you."

With anyone else Kurt would in all likelihood still blush at the mention of sex, in any context, but Tina and he are close, and they talk about sex anyway, a lot if he is honest with himself.

They could start making awkward excuses, saying it is because they are both dating Asian boys, but really it is because Tina and Kurt feel the same way about sex and love and their boyfriends; who incidentally are talking to each other too, not that either Tina or Kurt know anything about it.

"We talk about our sex lives all the time. And with what we have talked about… I mean, I think I would have mentioned something as tame as sexting by now. Don't you?"

Kurt sees Tina smiling brightly as he looks up from the cake form and back over to her.

"I love you."

"I love you too Tina. Now, what does it say."

"Oh right," Tina had clearly already forgotten again all about the text that started this chat.

Moving to wash some utensils and then his hands clean before the cake is popped into the oven, Kurt feels unable to take away anything from Tina's first response to Blaine's text. "Huh."

"What is it?" he asks.

"A 'smile'?" Tina says looking back up, unsure if she is putting it right, or what it is meant to mean. "I take it to mean something good, from the way it makes you smile just now yourself."

Kurt, lets out a low, warm, affectionate chuckle. "It means he is thinking of me, and wants me to know."

"Oh?" Tina replies an eyebrow slowly rising, and a smirk beginning to form on her face.

"No, not in a sitting-on-his-bed-and-jerking-off-thinking-of-me kind of way," Kurt replies, smirking right back. He loves, they both do, that they can freely joke about this kind of thing.

Tina, looking a little more serious again asks, "What then?"

"He sends me smiles to let me know that I am on his mind. That he hasn't forgotten to answer to something that is still hanging open between the two of us. And that the answers and thoughts are already forming and lying somewhere in time between us."

"Sounds totally awesome," Tina replies smiling bright.

"I know. And it feels like so much more still," Kurt says moving away from the now closed oven door.

"You know, at school, you do it too," Tina adds.

"Do what?"

"Smile at each other, loads."

"I know."

"Is that why?"

"In part I guess."

"Kurt?"

"Mh?"

"You know you can do more, right?"

Kurt just frowns at Tina.

So Tina moves over to Kurt, taking his hands as she says, "I wish you felt free to hug and touch, hold hands and kiss the way Mike and I do," Kurt is about to open his mouth when Tina continues, "Please don't try to convince yourself you don't, or he doesn't want that. I know you both do. The smiles, remember. And then there are all those moments that you, with one turn of the head, miss each other, and those smiles turn into adoring gazes and sometimes staring. Last week Tuesday, you ended up staring at him for a full twenty-seven minutes and forty-two seconds. Yes I timed it."

Kurt looks at Tina skeptically.

"Rachel was of on one of her rants. What else is there to do?"

"Point taken," Kurt mumbles, with a slight smile forming on his lips.

"And the fact that you were able to tune that out should tell you something."

Kurt lets out a groan, speaking of mild frustration, before he leans into Tina, who is half-hugging him now, holding both of them up, "I want it so much."

"And just FYI, if you think you are bad, Blaine is much worse. Mike and I spotted him staring at you longingly several times this week alone."

"You really have nothing else to do?" Kurt asks with a confused smile at their friends behavior.

"It's McKinley. What could we possibly miss?"

"True," Kurt replies lightly chuckling.

"Besides Blaine is really difficult to miss. Still such a lovesick puppy. And his personal record lies at a whole forty-two minutes and eight seconds."

Kurt's eyes grow impossibly wide, "Really?"

"Really, hardly even so much as blinked. Also, you are both so adorable, we love watching you, but sometimes Mike and I just really want to shove you into each other's arms, laps, whatever really, already. Seriously frustrating. So do something about it. Please. For yourself. And Blaine. and Mike's and my sanity. One more month, damn, week, and I won't be able to guarantee for anything anymore."