Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters.
A/N: Well that took longer than I thought. I am going to blame procrastination and my stupid part time job that became pretty much full time, with the hours I was working last month. And for the person who asked, yeah it was my chemical romance but I have nominated a temporary new favourite band until the position is filled permanently. Anyway on with the story and I will get on with writing the next one.
Kurt flopped down onto Blaine's bed and opened to where he left off in the latest issue of Vogue, Blaine on the other hand decided the best use of his time would be to make a start on his homework. It took Blaine a while before he realised he was the only one in the room who was being productive. When he did realise Kurt was only lazily flicking through a magazine he screwed up some of his scrap paper and tossed in Kurt's direction making sure it landed, as intended on Kurt's head before turning around and acting as though he knew nothing about what just happened. Kurt picked up the paper and tossed it so it landed directly on top of Blaine's work. Blaine waited for a moment or two hoping Kurt had gone back to reading and tossed the paper back at Kurt. Kurt decide he should kick things up a notch. He looked around at what surrounded him in Blaine's room, his television remote, his own phone, his magazine and a bed full of pillows. Kurt picked up the smallest one and took his time to make sure he aimed correctly and not destroy any of Blaine's room. The cushioned landed squarely on the back of Blaine's head and slid to the floor, although just from the look of Blaine's hair you wouldn't be able to tell from the shear amount of hair gel holding his hair firmly in place.
Blaine spun around instantly "What was that for?" Blaine signed, trying to keep the smile from creeping onto his face but failing miserably.
"A few different reasons, but mainly because you threw a ball of paper at me." Kurt said after seeing Blaine sign and turning straight back to looking at Vogue. And partly to see if his hair would move. Kurt added silently to himself. Blaine picked up his cushion and threw it at Kurt. "You hit my Vogue!"
"Well you hit my head!" Blaine signed rubbing his head after and trying to act as though he was in some sort of pain. "I think my heads more important. Don't you?"
Kurt rolled his eyes and mumbled and what he hoped was his quiet voice, "depends whose on the cover."
Their cushion back and forth lasted until Cooper finally arrived, ending in Vogue and homework both being abandoned and Blaine's hair being purposefully messed with.
By the time Cooper arrived at the Anderson household it was time for dinner. In any other house Kurt would offer to help with any kind of cooking that may be occurring but he never felt comfortable in Mrs Andersons kitchen while she stood watch. He always felt as though he was messing up the counters and ruining the organisation in the fridge. So instead he waited for the food to be done with Blaine and Cooper who had turned on some kind of sports game. Kurt gave up trying to figure out what was going on and went back to reading Vogue.
"So how you been squirt?" Coop asked settling back into his spot a little more.
"Good," Blaine said looking at Kurt from the corner of his eye to see him wrapped up in his Vogue.
"How's Kurt been?" Coop asked lowering his voice as he mentioned Kurt's name. Blaine made the executive decision not to mention there was no need to alter the tone of his voice due to Kurt's current impairment, instead he just checked to make sure Kurt wasn't paying any attention to their conversation. He felt bad talking about Kurt while he was sitting next to him in this way but he knew Kurt would much rather that happen than encounter his father.
"He's getting better, he didn't start off so well but I can tell he's adjusting." Blaine said finding himself keeping his own voice down.
"And how am I supposed to like, talk to him?" Coop asked, he'd awkwardly said hello and used what little signed language he'd learnt from the internet but his know how of the language didn't really go past hello and how are you.
"He keeps a notebook with him, just write down what you want to say, or I can translate." Blaine offered. "I've never done it before but I can give it a go."
"Always the gentleman," Coop smiled. "I think dinners almost done, why don't you interrupt the bookworms reading and we can all go and lay the table." He got up and made a move to the kitchen ruffling Blaine's hair as he passed.
Dinner wasn't too tense, there never was much conversation around the table but Blaine managed to translate for successfully in between eating and there were no snide comments about sexuality or Coopers decision to become an actor. Overall Both Blaine and Kurt would call the night a success when Blaine walked Kurt to his car.
"You're a pretty good sign language translator." Kurt signed when he reached the car, it was the first thing that popped into his head and didn't want to leave Blaine just yet, he knew he wouldn't get to see him until after Monday when Coop left to go back to LA.
"Thanks," Blaine signed leaning against Kurt's car and hoping he'd already unlocked it so the alarm wouldn't go off. "It was kind of hard to keep up with everything Coop said, he talks way too fast sometimes."
"Well I think I managed to keep up with everything he said." Kurt smiled. "I better go, it's getting late." Blaine through a glance to his house to make sure everyone was inside before pulling Kurt into a goodbye kiss and watching until his car turned a corner and disappeared out of sight. He left out a breath before turning around and making the short walk to his house, bracing himself for an evening with Coop and his parents.