Early in February, Blaine walked into history class with a determined yet worried expression on his face.

I think I have a problem, he signed.

What?

I think I like Kurt.

Sam laughed so hard that Blaine could feel the vibrations from his hands hitting the desk and his feet slapping the floor. Really? You're just figuring this out now?

Am I that obvious?

You both are.

Blaine pinked at the comment. You think he likes me too?

Blaine, I know he does. It's physically painful to try to walk through the sexual tension between you two.

Blaine's blush grew even deeper. Can you help me then?

Of course, dude. That's what Blam does!


After glee, Sam joined Blaine at his house to brainstorm ideas for how to woo Kurt. After much persuasion, Sam finally convinced Blaine that the best way to Kurt's heart was through song. They spent hours looking through songs online, trying to find the perfect song for Kurt. Blaine didn't stumble upon it until hours after Sam had left.

He spent the next week transposing the song and practicing it over and over, until his mother told him that she was sick of hearing it. He finally felt ready.

It was a Monday, and Mr. Schuester came into the choir room with a bounce in his step. "Alright guys," he said, clapping his hands together. "Love song week!"

Blaine's hand tentatively went into the air as the students around him muttered about the theme.

"Blaine?" Mr. Schuester asked. All gazes fell on him in surprise.

Blaine had to kick Sam's chair to remind the blonde boy to speak. "Oh, right! Blaine's prepared a song to play for this week if it's alright," Sam said quickly.

"Great. Come on up, Blaine," Mr. Schuester said, clearly just as curious as the rest of his students.

Blaine nervously walked to the piano and situated himself on the bench. Sam gave him an encouraging thumbs up, but Blaine could only focus on Kurt's eyes. Taking a deep breath, he positioned his hands and began to play.

There was a ripple of recognition throughout the room as the notes of the popular song poured from the piano, sounding softer, slower, and more romantic than the original version. Blaine looked up a few times throughout the song to catch Kurt's eye and gauge his reaction.

When he finished, the entire club gave him a silent signed round of applause.

"Wow," Santana commented, "I did not know Katy Perry could sound like that."

Blaine was shaking with nerves as he went back to his seat between Kurt and Sam. Kurt leaned over and signed, Want to get coffee after?

Sure.


Kurt brought the coffees over to the table where Blaine was silently fretting.

You okay? Kurt asked when he noticed Blaine's shifty demeanor.

Yeah - no - I mean, I'm nervous.

Why?

I need to tell you something, Kurt. Maybe I should ... yeah, I should probably write this down.

Blaine pulled out his pen to write before passing his notebook to Kurt.

I don't really know how to say this. I mean, you're the best friend I've ever had, Kurt. Sam's great and all, but you just get me on a deeper level, and it's really amazing. And I love spending time with you, whatever it is. Even if you're not talking to me or paying attention to me, I'm always happier when I'm around you. And I just realized the other day that I've liked you since practically the moment I first met you. You make me feel special and normal at the same time. It's never about my hearing. It's always about us. I really, really like you, Kurt, and that's why I played that song for you... because the lyrics were true, too. You do make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream.

Kurt looked stunned when he looked up from Blaine's note. Blaine interpreted his silence in the worst way possible, and quickly gathered his things.

I'll just go, he signed hastily.

He tried to get up to leave, but there was a hand on his arm.

Why? Kurt asked.

Didn't I just make a complete ass of myself?

No. That was sweet, Blaine. And ... I have feelings for you too. Probably since the first moment I laid eyes on you. And then I got to know you, and it grew.

A huge grin broke out on Blaine's face and Kurt felt a sense of pride to know that he had put it there.

Do you maybe want to go out with me? Blaine signed. Like on a real date?

I'd love that.

They stayed at the Lima Bean for a while longer, talking about nothing important. As they were getting up to leave, Kurt hesitated before passing the notebook to Blaine.

Can I keep this page? he asked, indicating the page that Blaine had scribbled his confession on.

...Sure. Why?

No one's ever said anything like that to me before. I want to remember.


The date was absolutely perfect. Kurt chose the restaurant of course, a small Vietnamese place about 20 minutes outside of Lima.

I figure this is perfect - great food you can't find in L-i-m-a and we don't have to worry about seeing kids from school, he'd explained.

Blaine was in charge of all the planning after that. He ended up leading Kurt to a small bowling alley nearby.

Kurt looked dubiously at Blaine as he was handed his bowling shoes.

They clean them after each use, Blaine pointed out.

It's still disgusting.

But it's fun!

Kurt found that he couldn't say no to the eager and excited look on Blaine's face, so he reluctantly pulled the shoes on over his socked feet.

I'm going to have to throw these away now!

Stop being so overdramatic.

It's in my nature. I can't just turn it off!

Blaine laughed, and an audible chuckle even escaped his lips. Kurt couldn't help but appreciate the sound.

They played two rounds, both of which Blaine won by a large margin.

You couldn't have taken pity on me at all? Kurt asked as they walked. He was sorry that he had to drop Blaine's hand to talk to him, but lip reading definitely wasn't an option in the dark.

What would be the fun in that?

How did you get so good at bowling anyway?

Magic.

Kurt laughed. No, really.

I guess I can just sense where the ball needs to fall better than you.

Oh. That actually makes a lot of sense.

Blaine stopped for a moment and turned to face Kurt.

Can I kiss you?

Here? Kurt asked, looking around at the few other people walking through the parking lot.

Why not? No one's close enough to see.

Okay.

Blaine grinned and leaned in to Kurt. Their lips met for a moment and broke apart, before crashing together again with a bit more force.

Thank you, Kurt signed when they finally reached Blaine's car.