A little while back (like, Chapter 30) I was asking if anybody knew what was up with Tina's Valentines Day performance where she randomly burst into tears mid-song. Well, I got a reply from someone who I think is working their way through from the start, who informed me of this: earlier in the episode Tina says she's so in love she could cry and then when she sings we find out she wasnt joking. So thank you to KindOfANinja for filling me in on that!

From Siel: Kurt and Blaine haven't really seen each other in a while due Kurt spending more time with ND members now that he's back in McKinley. Finally thay make a coffee date and Blaine acts upon his feelings without thinking. They can be dating already or not.

So I'm a little sick of them kissing in coffee shops. Coffee date's still a go though! And I'll admit there is a bit of thinking... and Kurt might be the one to act... sorry if I completely botched this one!

As a prelude to this chapter, what's your love language? If you've never heard of them before... you'll find out in here. Just a thought to keep with you while you're reading and then put in your review :) I'll ask again in the bottom authors note.

TGTDOSBDK. I don't care when in between Born This Way and New York this happens. It just does.

Languages

Hi Mom, could Kurt come over this afternoon? - Blaine

"... so performing for a rest home will be a considerable change. The noise level must be kept lower as many of the residents will probably want to sleep during our performance. And our song choices must be acceptable to them. Now, we've been looking over our song list and we've narrowed it down to What A Wonderful World, Always Something There To Remind Me, Never Gonna Give You Up and Seasons In The Sun. So we're going to be practicing over ..."

Of course, honey. I won't be home until late, so if you and Kurt could start dinner for us, that'd be great too - Mom

"Dismissed!"

Blaine quickly tapped out a reply of agreement before grabbing his stuff and leaving the choir room. He scrolled through his contacts and found his boyfriend's number, hitting call and waiting for Kurt to pick up.

"Hello?"

Blaine frowned. "Mercedes?"

"Oh, hey Blaine! Sorry, Kurt's got his arms full at the moment so I'm holding his bag." There was the sound of chattering growing increasingly louder. "Hold on, here we go."

A shuffling noise later and Kurt was on the line. "Hi, Blaine. Sorry, busy trying to design outfits for Nationals. How are you?"

Blaine smiled as he always did when he heard Kurt's voice. "I'm great. So if I drove fast, do you think I'd get there in time to bring you back to my place for dinner?"

"That's presuming I want to come for dinner." There was a pause where Blaine rolled his eyes and waited. "Okay, yes. We'll be finished up here in about half an hour, so you can come in whenever you get here." There was a voice in the background then Kurt sighed. "Rachel says as long as you don't look at our National ideas. She's convinced you're in cahoots with Vocal Adrenaline."

Blaine laughed. "Tell her she's got nothing to worry about. See you soon, babe."

He hung up, knowing Kurt would now have to explain to his New Directions friends why he was grinning like an idiot. The first time he had accidentally called Kurt 'babe,' he had been instantly apologetic until he saw the look on Kurt's face. Now he used it whenever possible, just to see Kurt smile.

Jumping in the car, Blaine put on what he unashamedly called his 'Kurt Playlist.' Not that Kurt was aware of the existence of it yet, Blaine had been working on it over the past few weeks. Simply, any time a song would come on that seemed to have some kind of significance to Kurt, Blaine would add it. Someday he hoped to hear the stories behind all of Kurt's favourite songs, and make a few themselves of course. The trip to Lima was spent singing along to Le Jazz Hot, Blackbird, Animal and Baby It's Cold Outside, just to name a few.

Pulling into the McKinley carpark, Blaine made his way into the building and down the slightly familiar route to the choir room. Remembering Rachel's concerns, he briefly toyed with messing with the girl before deciding on the safe route and knocking.

There was an immediate shuffling from inside the room before Rachel's voice called out. "I suppose you can come in."

Blaine grinned and entered the room to see the New Directions kids pulling together folders and various sheets of paper. He said a general greeting to everyone, fist-bumping Puck as he and Lauren made their way out. Rachel gave him a suspicious look as she made to leave. "If anything of our ideas turns up in Vocal Adrenaline's performance, I know where I'll be looking. Watch what you say, Kurt."

"Yes, ma'am." Kurt rolled his eyes as Rachel left. "Sorry, she's being a total diva today."

Blaine walked over to his boyfriend who was picking up a large stack of folders. Taking them out of his hands, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt. "Hey," he whispered into his ear.

"Hi there," Kurt murmured back, and Blaine could hear the smile in his voice. "How was school?"

"Boring." Blaine broke away and grabbed the stack of folders before Kurt could object. "Wes has decided to go crazy about our rest home visits, he's scheduled at least three for the next few weeks. Which means a whole lot of old fashioned songs that I get to 'rock out' to."

Kurt chuckled before yawning. "Mm, sounds like fun."

"Someone looks tired," Blaine teased lightly as they headed to Blaine's car. Rachel was heading to their place that afternoon to spend some time with Finn, so she had agreed to drive Kurt's car home - "Very carefully, Rachel. Any dents or scratches and the bill's on you." - while Finn drove himself there.

"Just a little. Nothing that coffee won't fix." Kurt turned hopeful eyes on Blaine who smiled, unlocking his car and dumping the folders in the backseat.

"Well, you never know your luck."

As Blaine started the car, Defying Gravity began to play and Kurt's eyes lit up. He began to sing along and Blaine allowed himself to be lost in the sound of his boyfriend's voice hitting all the notes perfectly in a way Blaine couldn't even dream of doing. But when the next song came on - 4 Minutes - Kurt turned his way and raised an eyebrow. "Interesting theme you've got going here, Blaine. What else might I find?"

To his credit, Blaine only blushed a little. "Well, it'd be better if it was you singing, but I take what I can get," he deflected, smirking as Kurt took his turn to blush. "Basically, everything I've heard you sing along to at one time or another."

Kurt shrugged and busied himself singing along to his playlist. After a few renditions of Bad Romance, Candles (where Blaine happily joined in, of course) and Jump, Blaine pulled into his driveway and switched off the music. Kurt looked up, realizing where they were and pouted.

"Blaine? Coffee?"

And his boyfriend looked so adorably disgruntled - because seriously, who else in the world could mange that? - that Blaine just wanted to lean over and ruffle his hair. "I know babe. Just wait."

Opening his car door, Blaine jumped out and headed up to unlock his front door, Kurt reluctantly following behind. "If you think you can put some of that instant stuff in a cup and placate me, you've got another thing com - oh my..."

Blaine smirked as Kurt stopped dead in the entrance to his kitchen, eyes firmly fixed on the brand new, state of the art coffee machine. "Mom bought it last week. I thought you might like to try coffee a la Anderson?"

Normally Kurt would have mocked Blaine's attempts at putting on an accent, but his attention was entirely diverted. He stared at the machine for a few more seconds before Blaine sighed and walked over to turn it on. "It generally helps if you start it, you know," he teased. "It doesn't make the coffee if you just stare at it."

Kurt hit him. "You're my boyfriend, you're meant to be nice to me."

"Like how nice you are hitting me all the time?" Blaine ducked away, grinning, as Kurt aimed for him again. He grabbed a couple of mugs out and set to work. Over the past week, he had worked hard at trying to replicate Kurt's favourite coffee and was quite optimistic that he had succeeded.

"You know I hit you to keep you in line." Kurt was leaning on the counter, watching him. "So do I get to grade your coffee making skills?"

Blaine capped the milk and turned to him. "I'm suddenly getting this sense of doom. I'm going to make a bad coffee and I'll be out the door." The machine beeped and Blaine pulled out the first mug, setting it aside as he changed the specifications to make Kurt's coffee.

"Something like that, yeah." Kurt watched on enviously as Blaine picked up his coffee, taking the first sip and sighing. "So much for service, you made yours first!"

"Only so I could show you how good it tastes." Blaine took another sip, humming in pleasure. "Yep, it's goooooood."

Just as Kurt looked ready to hit him again, the machine let off another ding and Blaine turned, grabbing Kurt's coffee. "Come on, let's go to the living room."

He strode on ahead, ignoring Kurt trying to grab at his coffee and led him into the living room. Settling himself on a couch, Blaine waited until Kurt had sat grumpily next to him before handing over the coffee.

"I suppose this is the part where I should thank you," Kurt muttered, accepting his drink. Blaine just smiled and waited until Kurt had taken the first sip, his eyes growing wide over the cup. "Blaine, this is better than the Lima Bean! How did you do that?"

"Lots of practice." Blaine picked up his own cup and continued to drink, waiting for the realization.

A few seconds later, it came. "Wait a minute, you don't drink mocha, do you?" Blaine shook his head, hiding his smile behind his mug. "So, you've been practicing making mocha's ... for me?"

"Yup." Blaine watched Kurt, waiting for his reaction. There was a moment of disbelief, then something cut across Kurt's face like a shutter being pulled down and Blaine frowned.

"You shouldn't have gone to the trouble." Kurt averted his eyes, staring across the room as he continued to drink his coffee, just as Blaine knew he would. Every time Blaine tried to do something nice for Kurt, to make him feel special and unique, Kurt would shut off like this. He knew it wasn't because Kurt didn't like the gestures, but there was something there that was keeping him from accepting them for what they were.

And it was time to find out what.

"Why not?"

Kurt shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable. "I - I don't know. It wasn't a big deal, I mean you know I'd have drunk it anyway if it was the first one you'd made..." Kurt clammed up again, looking down into his mug. Blaine reached over and took the mug from his boyfriend, putting it on the table next to his and taking his now free hands.

"Kurt, baby, talk to me. Why don't you want me doing things like this for you?" Blaine felt Kurt's hands tense beneath his and squeezed them, waiting. If Kurt got too upset, Blaine would happily change the subject, but right now he wanted to try and get Kurt to talk.

Kurt laughed shakily. "Because I'm not used to someone thinking I'm more than trash."

And there it was, right out in the open. Not for the first time, Blaine mentally wished he was taller and more heavily built so he could go take on the idiots who dared to make his boyfriend feel this way.

"I guess I keep wondering 'well, what's the catch?' And then I don't know how to respond and I can handle the nice words because I get those from other people, but I've never had someone do things for me before and for some reason it really gets to me. Not in a bad way, just ... I don't know. I know I sound so stupid -"

"What did I tell you about calling yourself that?" Blaine interrupted him. "And it's not stupid at all, Kurt. Has anybody ever told you about love languages?"

Kurt shook his head, still looking scared. "They're the fundamental building blocks in a relationship. There's five main ways that people give and receive love: Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch, Gifts, Acts of Service and Quality Time." Blaine squeezed his hands again. "I speak to you through acts of service and giving gifts, because that's what you need. Even though it seems like you're not responding well, it actually looks like the language you receive the best, and the language you've been lacking in most of your life."

Kurt was nodding thoughtfully as he continued. "So instead of feeling guilty or not sure about how to respond, just give something back. It's part of learning about each other, and I want to know everything about Kurt Hummel that I can."

"So, what's your love language?"

Blaine smiled. "Guess."

Kurt frowned, studying him. "Well you're not materialistic so I think gifts are out. You like quality time but it doesn't stand out to me as something big..."

"You'd be right. Keep going." Blaine knew he was taking a risk here but it needed to be done at some point.

"You don't get as fussed as I do when someone does something for you... and words are never something we've really needed to communicate properly. So that leaves..."

Kurt trailed off, looking down at their linked hands then back up. Blaine nodded gently. "I respond best to physical touch. I try to keep 'speaking' through touch at a minimum though, I know what it's been like with you. And there's no pressure, okay? We take things at your pace, you know that, and physical touch isn't all about sexual stuff, it's things like this too."

As Blaine lifted their hands slightly, he noticed the slight blush on Kurt's face from the word 'sexual' and smiled. I love this boy, he thought to himself.

"So the best way for me to show I love you would be something physical?"

Blaine nodded. "Of course I'm going to hear it if you do it one of the other ways, but it really makes an impact if -"

He froze. After all, who wouldn't if their boyfriend's hand had slipped out of theirs and moved to hover gently above their cheek?

Kurt swallowed before applying a little pressure, Blaine's eyes shutting momentarily before flickering open to stare at Kurt again. The hand trailed down lightly before being joined by another. "Like that?"

Blaine blinked a couple of times before realizing he needed to answer. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice cracking a little. "Yeah, like that."

And then Kurt took him completely by surprise. "And then if I wanted to show you I really love you and I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me, I could do this?"

Then Kurt's face was moving in closer to his and a pair of lips were hesitantly brushing against his. Blaine inhaled lightly before gently kissing Kurt back, increasing the pressure a small amount but ever conscious that Kurt was leading this, Kurt was kissing him.

Kurt pulled away, smiling almost incredulously, and Blaine knew it was at himself, at having the courage to kiss someone after everything he'd experienced. Blaine felt a grin threatening to break his face as he responded, "Yes, I daresay you could do that. Any time you want."

Blaine checked the clock and his face fell a little. "Oh, except now. We're meant to be putting something on for dinner."

Kurt chuckled, his face alight with happiness. "Well, how about we go get that started, then you and I can come back and do some more... 'talking'."

Blaine took his hand, leading him back into the kitchen. "I love the sound of that."

So, love languages? I'll share mine next chapter :)

I absolutely was not expecting to end up here. It was originally going to go up to the point where Blaine admits he practiced with the mocha and we'd get grateful!Kurt and that'd lead to a kiss somehow. But I much prefer this (of course. If I didn't, I'd tear it down and write the other one.)

MusicalEscape:

McKinley prom went fine. But what about Dalton prom? Well, it sorta went like this...

"Hey, you're cute. Want to dance?"

"Sorry, but I play for the other team."

"Darn, all the good ones are gay." *walks away*

*turns to Blaine* "53rd girl who asked me to dance."

"Dang. I only have 48."