I watched Born This Way, and in the beginning, Kurt like signs "Capital H-I-M" and I instantly thought back to the original Love Language. Well, it boosted my thoughts into overdrive for this.

Note: I am not a sign language expert. I used some signing site for the translations that I attempted to describe. I used attempt because it is ridiculously hard to write a sign that it so easily displayed by a video. I did my best. And, if you're interested in knowing what the actual sign is supposed to look like, I recommend signingsavvy. com. It helped me immense amounts.

Disclaimer: I only play with the characters that RIB has created.


DAY TEN - May 5, 2011

"Teach me," Kurt said, enunciating it to perfection because he learned earlier that afternoon that Blaine could read lips. He joked that he would not longer be able to talk smack about Blaine. It made the deaf man quietly laugh.

"What do you want to learn?" Blaine carefully wrote on a napkin leftover from their pretzel run from their beloved bench, since they didn't have much other means of communication.

"My name is Kurt." Kurt wrote back after careful consideration.

Blaine raised his hand, only to be stopped by Kurt who was wearing a sly smile. Kurt raised his own right hand, in efforts to wow Blaine with the ability to spell his own name in sign language. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't go over the sign language alphabet after their fourth day together. He worked his hands into a tizzy until he could perfectly execute the alphabet.

In return, Blaine signed 'good job' to Kurt, who cluelessly followed the signs with a dopey grin. He was nearly drunk off of an outing with Blaine. He was surprised at how fast he was picking up sign language, though it shouldn't have come as such a surprise because he was fluent in three languages; French from his mother, German from his paternal grandparents, and English from his schooling.

"My name is Kurt," Kurt got them back on track, his tongue slowly going over the words, not sure with how apt Blaine was at reading lips.

Blaine pressed his right palm to his chest, waiting for Kurt to follow his lead. Then, Blaine pressed his index and middle fingers together on both hands, before hitting his right middle to his left index to make an X. Kurt signed along with Blaine, until Blaine's nimble fingers spelt Kurt's name with effortless ease.

Kurt laughed as he struggled to keep up with Blaine's swiftness. He finished the last letter of his name, as Blaine proudly applauded.


DAY TWENTY-THREE - May 18, 2011

Blaine's hands reached for Kurt's over his kitchen table, since their afternoon outings turned into evening dates. He flipped Kurt's hand, so it was palm up. He ran his finger around the palm, before making deliberate strokes of letters.

S-I-N-G-E-R?

Kurt nodded, not telling Blaine that he was not only a Broadway actor, but a Broadway singer because it just didn't seem fair that he wouldn't be able to hear him. Kurt realized that this wouldn't be the last time he would hold back on telling Blaine things because he wouldn't be able to hear.


DAY THIRTY-ONE - May 26, 2011

It was the end of a regular evening dinner spent together at Blaine's house. Kurt made this fabulous sauce from scratch to top their pasta with. It was a nice break from their takeout routine. To think, they had routines. It was thrilling.

Blaine walked Kurt to his apartment door, and they lingered, which was normal. But, there was something different about this lingering, let alone their entire dinner.

A bout of laughter dispelled the tension building between them as Kurt opened his mouth and Blaine raised his hand. Kurt gestured for Blaine to go, which was gladly accepted with shaking nerves. Blaine licked his lips. He pointed to himself, fingerspelled L-I-K-E, then pointed to Kurt.

"Me too," Kurt said, watching as Blaine's face lit up with understanding that it was a mutual crush.

With the reassurance that the feelings were returned, Blaine carefully cupped Kurt's face, before leaning in for their lips to make an almost hungry contact. It felt like a fire was burning within Kurt as his tongue ran across Blaine's lower lip. Kurt tangled his one hand in Blaine's loose curls, as he could feel Blaine smiling in the kiss.

They reluctantly parted as Kurt gave a pathetic wave with a breathless smile. Blaine signed see you later, with the hopes that their kiss didn't turn Kurt's brain to complete mush because they went over this phrase before. Kurt nodded, leaning in for a hug, before finally leaving.


DAY THIRTY-THREE - May 28, 2011

Blaine nudged Kurt with his elbow in the back of the taxi from their tourist-esque outing to the Statue of Liberty because Blaine had never been, and Kurt thought that every good American should see it at least once. Besides, it would give them a perfect day together, without the hassle of squishing their meetings into small time frames due to other commitments. It was an entire day of gallivanting around the Statue of Liberty and surrounding area like two kids starstruck by love.

"Yeah?" Kurt quietly asked, looking into Blaine's big hazel eyes.

Blaine signed a whole bunch that Kurt wasn't familiar with. Kurt screwed his face into a confused emotion, which only made Blaine smile. He flipped Kurt's hand palm up to use as a writing tablet with his own finger as a pencil.

B-E M-Y B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D?

Kurt quietly mumbled each letter as it was written to keep track of what was being transcribed. He audibly gasped as it all came together. He licked his lips, taking Blaine's skyward facing palm into his hands.

With the tip of his index finger he wrote his answer of Y-E-S.


DAY FOURTY-ONE - June 5, 2011

Kurt fished for his script in his satchel during a rehearsal run. He needed to just look over the words for the scene before diving headfirst into it. Besides, it would look good if he spent their ten minute break looking over the script, rather than vigorously texting. A note fell out when he pulled his script out. He carefully unfolded it, recognizing Blaine's handwriting addressing the letter to him.

"Dear Kurt,

I was just wondering: Why me? I know that you're certainly a talented actor and singer, not that I could gauge it for myself. It might be pointless to fret over something of myself that can't be changed, but you must have a handful of guys falling for you. I mean, have you seen yourself? And, if you were with one of them, then you wouldn't have to deal with this communication barrier. I guess I'm just feeling insecure and need some reassurance.

XOXO, Blaine."

Kurt pouted at the letter, willing the words to rearrange themselves into a wonderful message from his boyfriend, not a piece of insecurity. And, he'd be lying if he said that butterflies didn't explode at the XOXO part because he was just so head over heels for this guy.


DAY FOURTY-THREE - June 7, 2011

Kurt managed to get through two days with Blaine with the words of the letter burning a hole in the back of his mind. He just needed some time to pull the letter out and write a perfect reply. He knew the words would be more heartfelt if he could say them face-to-face, but that wasn't an option.

"Dear Blaine,

If you must know why you, then I guess I'll just have to indulge you just this once. Let me just start with you being deaf is no language barrier. We have writing and fingerspelling and lip reading. And, I'm learning. You are nothing short of adorable and just about too sweet for words. Besides, if I wanted anyone else, I wouldn't be with you. Now would I? So, you have nothing to worry about. I promise.

XOXO, Kurt."

Kurt casually hung this to Blaine's refrigerator when he offered to refill their sodas during their movie marathon with appropriate subtitles.


DAY FIFTY-SIX - June 20, 2011

"Why didn't you invite me to your opening show last night?" Blaine shoved the paper into Kurt's chest as he was rejected a hello hug at Blaine's apartment. Blaine limply held a pen out for Kurt with pursed lips.

"Because you wouldn't have been able to hear the show." Kurt matter-of-factly wrote on the nearby kitchen counter, the pen swiftly marking the paper fueled by his bit of anger.

"I think it's because you're ashamed of me." Blaine wrote, his anger quickly turning into sadness, since he had been mulling over this since he read about the opening show in the morning paper.

Kurt gave him a patented 'are you kidding me?' look, before writing, "Never. I'm not ashamed of you. But, it would be hard to converse with my cast mates afterwards because I'm not a good translator yet."

"I can read lips." Blaine wrote at point blank.

"And, just how would you communicate back?" Kurt wrote, his attitude coming across loud and clear though his facial expression. He flinched as he looked up at Blaine's hurt face, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

"Yes you did." Blaine wrote, dropping the pen on the countertop, moving to the couch.

"I'm sorry," Kurt whined, even though it would do him no good. He tentatively followed Blaine to his couch, where he was idly flipping through various channels.

Kurt sat near Blaine, only to have him childishly scoot an inch in the opposite direction. It caused Kurt to scoot even closer, so he was just mere inches away from Blaine. He leaned towards the curly haired man.

"I'm sorry," Kurt honestly said, making sure not to rush his words so Blaine could clearly read his lips, "I wasn't thinking. I'll invite you next time. I promise."

Blaine made the letter a with his hand before circling it around his heart to sign 'Sorry', before grabbing a magazine and pen from the coffee table, "I didn't mean to make such a big deal of it."

"It's okay," Kurt said, kissing the tip of Blaine's nose, only to have the kissed scrunching up his nose.


DAY SEVENTY - July 4, 2011

"Ice cream?" Kurt asked, as he met Blaine on their bench during the awkward time between spring and summer.

Blaine nodded, lacing their fingers together. They walked over to one of those small ice cream carts that people set up in the park. Blaine held up the letter V and shook it in the air.

"Alright, two. What kind?" The guy said, thinking that Blaine's sign meant two, when in reality Kurt understood the real meaning.

"One vanilla cup and one chocolate," Kurt said, accurately remembering the vanilla sign that Blaine used. As the guy buried his head in the ice box to get the ice cream, Kurt tried to show off his sign language forte with the chocolate sign.

Blaine only shook his head with a small chuckle. He reversed the direction of Kurt's sign, so it was now moving in the right direction.

"Here you go," The ice cream man said, passing over the two cups to their respective owners, "That'll be 2.60."

"I've got it," Kurt said, placing his hand on Blaine's arm that was fishing for his wallet.

Kurt paid as Blaine lapped his vanilla ice cream off of the spoon. As Kurt neared, he quickly signed a 'thank you' with a broad smile.


DAY NINETY-ONE - July 25, 2011

Blaine curled closer into Kurt, even though sharing body heat in the middle of summer probably wasn't the smartest idea in the world. It wasn't like either man was protesting, and there was a steady rumble of the air conditioner coming from the living room in the other room.

They had an actual conversation via post it notes exactly three months ago, which was ninety days of pure bliss. It was a mutual understanding that they were clearly head over heels for each other, but Blaine was on a mission to show just how head over heels he was. And, he was hoping that they feelings would be returned by Kurt.

Kurt gazed on in curiosity as Blaine lifted his right hand from where it was resting against Blaine's chest. He started playing with Kurt's fingers. He contorted them to his heart's content before folding down Kurt's middle and ring finger.

It took Kurt a beat to realize what Blaine had just done with his fingers. He smiled, kissing Blaine's forehead, before manipulating Blaine's hand to match his own.

"I love you," Kurt said with earnest eyes, as Blaine's lips met his.


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