So, it's been a while since I last wrote something, but I hope it's still good. This fanfiction is kind of a remake of another story I had written a little while ago but I had left over, and I started it over recently. I really hope you'll like it, even though the first chapter is a bit short. The next chapter should be here in a few weeks !

Also, I'd like to thank my awesome friend and beta Jess, who help me translating this little chapter in English. You're the best !


The Language of Love Chapter 1: Are you a psychic or something ?

When Kurt sat down in the French classroom of McKinley High, he didn't really know what to expect. The room was empty, yet he was feeling opressed by the crowd in the hallways. He tried to calm down, stretching his legs. Outside, the sun was low, golden colors filling the sky in a beautiful landscape of September, while the branches of the trees were moving like waves thanks to a gentle wind. The ground was full of water puddles and some careless students were getting drenched by walking into them. It was a quite melancholic scene.

Minutes were passing by and some other students joined the classroom. Kurt recognized a few people from his french class, though he never really cared much about his classmates. Only some faces were familiar to him, like Quinn, who was sitting a couple of chairs away from him. She had put her beautiful blond hair into a bun on the top of her head and her gracious neck was now exposed; and she looked particullary pretty. Quickly, she noticed the presence of the boy and shyly smiled at him. Some more people arrived in the room and took place in the spare chairs before the teacher arrived.

Mrs. Belcourt was a anique woman, really different from her colleagues. She cared a lot about her students, it was one of the qualities she shared with Mr. Shuester. However, there was something that was making her more trustworthy than the show choir teacher, at least that's what Kurt thought. She was a rolemodel for Kurt, not only because of her strength but also for the passion she felt towards the language she was teaching. When he had met her, Kurt quickly realized that, despite his high level in French, he would learn a lot from her.

"Thank you all for coming." she started with a bright smile which was showing her teeth, slightly yellowed by coffee. "I'm really happy to see that so many people responded to my call. I was quite afraid that my project of a theater play woudn't interest many people." She walked closer to her students, her heels clicking with each step she took. "To be honest, with all of the jocks in this school, it's hard to think that anyone could show some interest for art."

A few pupils giggled, then she talked again. "Still, I'm glad to see you here. It might seem hard for you to create a play in a foreign language, but it's really interesting for your personnal culture and your creativity. I know that some of you are just starting to learn French, but this is gonna change really soon." She stopped for a little, looked all around the room and sat down at the edge of her desk. "That's why I decided that it would be interesting for you to work in pairs during this year, for a few hours per week, between a student that masters French and a beginner. This way, everybody should reach the requested level to act in the play."

After this announcement, all types of reactions happened at once. Some people with huge smiles were already telling their friends how much of a good idea it was. Some others, clearly more anxious, were worried about their capacities in French and thought they couldn't improve. In the middle of this mess, Kurt hadn't moved an inch. Of course, he was really glad to be part of a play, but he was less sure about this whole tutoring idea. He wasn't the most popular kid in school, far from it, and he already knew that no one would agree to spend two or three hours per week with him. He hadn't even bothered to meet the freshmen and the sophomores, he couldn't see the point of doing it. He didn't have many friends, just the members of the Glee club, but he didn't need any more. The simple thought of having to spend the next weeks with someone he didn't know was making him shiver. What if he ended up with someone who would make fun of him ? Someone like all of those football players who enjoy harassing him ? He didn't even dare to think about it.

He shyly looked up and saw with surprise that some groups were already created. Quinn, who was still sitting at the same spot, had been joined by a boy that Kurt had already seen a few times in the hallways. Tall, slender, with dread-locks falling down his back and a huge smile. He seemed friendly and Kurt was happy for Quinn, the two of them seemed to get along pretty well. At the other side of the room was Brittany, who had miraculously passed all her French tests. She was talking with another girl, probably a sophomore. With her long brown hair following the curves of her shoulders and her skinny waist, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Kurt was mostly attracted by her deep blue eyes which were, without a doubt, way prettier than his.

Kurt was lost in his thoughts, staring at Brittany and her new friend, and he didn't even noticed that someone had sat just next to him. It's a quiet "Excuse me ?" that brought him back to reality. He turned his head to the seat that was previously empty, just to find a boy he had never seen before. He seemed a bit lost and his voice was low but clear.

"Uhm...Mrs. Belcourt said that you're her best student." he announced. "So I was wondering if...I mean, I'm not really good at French and I hoped you could…"

"Team up with you ?" Kurt completed.

"Uhm, yeah. Well, if it doesn't bother you. I'm Blaine." he answered, holding out his hand to Kurt.

"It would be a pleasure. I'm…" he started, taking the other boy's hand in his.

"Kurt, I know." Blaine interrupted him, and Kurt frowned.

"Are you...Are you a psychic or something ?"

"Oh my God, no !" Blaine laughed out loud. "The teacher told me, that's all."

Eased, Kurt giggled a little and Blaine laughed even harder. With a smile on his face, Kurt took some time to observe his new friend. He was first strucked by his almond-shaped eyes and their gorgeous honey color which were even brighter than his smile. His skin was beautifully tanned, all the opposite of Kurt's pale hands. Finally, a few dark curls would eventually escaped his perfectly gelled hair and fall down his neck like tiny waterfalls. This boy had that little something, this something that makes a person noticeable and unforgettable. This something that makes you feel at home as soon as you see their face. This something that is both welcoming and mysterious at the same time.

Kurt sighed softly, dazed by the boy that was sitting in front of him. He was different, he wasn't like of those idiots of this school. He seemed perfect.

Then, Blaine's musical laugh stopped. He looked back at Kurt, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "Well, I'm not a psychic but I can predict that you and I are gonna be one hell of a team, Kurt."

"So do I, Blaine" he answered, looking down his feet to hide his rosy cheeks. He noticed then that his hand was still in Blaine's, their fingers linked in a soft embrace, which made him blush even more. Quickly, Blaine noticed their hands too and put his hand back on his lap, letting go of Kurt's which was now feeling cold and empty.

The two boys kept talking for a while, mostly Blaine who turned out to be very talkative. Kurt got to know his new friend, step by step, and each story he was telling him was more interesent than the previous one. He told him about his old school that he had to leave after his parent's divorce and his mother and him moving out. He told him about all his friends who sounded really funny and amazing. He told him about his brother who had left Ohio to take a chance on an acting career in L.A. He also told him about his mother, describing her as a strong and fantastic woman, and Kurt already liked her just for the way Blaine's eyes were shining when he was talking about her.

Kurt could have talked with Blaine for hours. Everything felt so natural, like between two childhood friends who hadn't seen each other in years. It almost felt like he already knew Blaine. Their words were going on and on, as well as the minutes and, quicky enough, they were the only ones left in the classroom. The darkness had already fallen on the streets of Lima and, before they even realized it, the two boys were kicked out by the janitors.

They both lived in a neighborhood near the school, so they decided to walk back home together. They made their way down the road, side by side, avoiding the many puddles that the rain had left on the sidewalk. It was getting dark and the streets were totally empty. Only their two shadows were seen under the streetlights, isolated from the rest of the world, yet so close to each other. Kurt was peacefully breathing the fresh air of this late summer night, which has this particular soothing smell. He was totally calmed down. He would have never thought that a school day could go so well, and he knew that Blaine was definitely the one who had brightened his day. He glanced at the boy who was walking by his side and he immediately noticed that their eyes had changed colors. They looked more green, darker, somehow wilder. This boy was still so full of mysteries and Kurt wanted to discover them all.

"And that's where I stop." Kurt announced when they reached a cute suburban house.

Blaine stopped walking too, put his hands deep in his pockets and looked down at Kurt with his mysterious eyes. "You should get back home now. It's getting late and I don't want your parents to worry about you."

Kurt laughed. "Why ? Are you scared of making a bad impression ?"

"I don't want them to think that I have a bad influence on you. I would be quite upset if they decided that you're not allowed to see me anymore." he answered

"It would be such a shame, right ?" Kurt said playfully.

"You have no idea, Kurt."

Kurt felt himself blushing after those words. Blaine's voice had suddenly turned softer, almost seductive. He realized all at once how close they were, how Blaine's hand was now on Kurt's arm. The boy's golden eyes looked like they could see right into Kurt's soul. Little shivers were going down his spine. He had never been so close to someone, let alone a boy; a charming, wild-haired boy and his angelic smile. Blaine seemed to be coming straight from another planet with his cinnamon scent, his love for soapy musicals and his terrible but adorable tastes in pop music. It was a miracle that a boy like him was here, in Lima, in Ohio, among the corn fields and the football fields. He was everything Kurt had ever wanted to have as a friend.

Everythig was so natural, so simple. He had told so many secrets and private things to this boy he barely knew, things he wouldn't have told to any of his other friends. But with Blaine, he felt in peace, ha had a feeling of security. In the space of a very few hours, he had grown closer to this guy than he had ever did with the rest of the town in seventeen long years. This thought itself made him shiver.

"Kurt, are you okay ? You're shaking."

Suddenly, Kurt woke up from his thoughts. He looked back at Blaine who now seemed worried.

"I'm fine;" he answered while moving Blaine's hand away. "I'm just a bit cold."

"Are you sure ? You look pale."

"It's nothing." he assured Blaine. "You're right, I should get back. I'll see you tomorrow ?".

"Sure." Blaine nodded. "See you, Kurt !"

Blaine gently waved to him and continued his way down the road. Kurt kind of felt guilty, but he couldn't stop himself from staring at the other boy until he turned in a little street out of Kurt's sight. Kurt then sighed, and walked back home.

It was almost eight, the lights were all lightened up in the house and Kurt instantely noticed a strong smell of grease. Of course, his dad and Finn didn't bother to wait for him for dinner and cooked themselves some unhealthy hamburger or something alike.

Sighing, he entered the living-room and immediately noticed the two men laying in the couch with enormous cheeseburgers in their hands. They were both watching TV, where a football game was taking place.

Finn noticed the boy and widely waved at him. "Hey Kurt, there is a burger left for you in the kitchen."

"Thanks, but I'm not really hungry." he answered while taking of his jacket and putting it on an armchair nearby.

"Why are you coming home so late ?" Burt asked, in a tone that was more worried than angry.

"I was with a friend and I kind of lost track on time."

"Which friend ? Mercedes ?" He asked again.

"No." Kurt admitted awkwardly before sitting down on the armchair. "I was with a boy from my french class...Blaine."

"Blaine ? I'm not sure I've already heard that name before." Burt's voice was more grave, but mostly surprised.

"He is new here, he comes from Westerville." Contrary to his dad, Kurt's voice was more hesitant. He didn't like it when his father was asking him questions about his company, like if he was part of a police investigation. Yet, he understood why his father was doing all of this, after what he had been through last Karofsky and the other jocks. Nevertheless he was tired of seeing his father worried about him spending time outside with people he didn't know. "He's a really nice guy."

Burt calmed down, though he didn't look very reassured by what he son said. "Fine, as long as he is not violent with you, that's all that matters."

Kurt nodded slowly, Of course Blaine wasn't violent, the boy wouldn't even hurt a fly. Kurt was sure that his dad would actually like him if he knew him.

He stood up from his armchair, walked to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water. He drank a long sip, breathing deeply, and thought about his father's words. He was scared. Karofsky and his friends hadn't bullied him since the beginning of the scholar year, but he knew it wouldn't last long. At some point, the events from last year would repeat themselves, he would become the school's pariah again and he couldn't bear the idea of facing this once more. He really hoped, without actually believing in it, that this year would be different.

Then, he took another sip. He thought about his friends from Glee club. Well, "friends". He couldn't consider most of them as real friends. They were here to laugh and joke with him, but they weren't around during the hard times. But this is how things were, they are the only things he has and he doesn't want to lose them. He doesn't want to be alone. He loves them, of course, but he can't trust them.

Finally, he took a third sip of water. He thought about Blaine. He had left the boy only minutes agon yet he was already missing him. He know it was insane to be so close to someone he had jsut met but the boy was blowing his mind.

When he put his glass in the kitchen sink with all the other unclean dishes, Kurt's phone vibrated, announcing that he had new message. He took his phone out of his pocket and saw an unknown number on the screen.

I got home safe, but my mom is going crazy ! She is so glad I already made a friend that she is shouting all over the house, she can't wait to meet you. I have to introduce you two ASAP, or she is gonna drive ME crazy. -B

Kurt couldn't hold back his smile as he read Blaine's word and he quickly wrote him an answer. Then, like a call back to reality, his stomach began to growl and Kurt realized that he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. His glare fell automatically on the last burger that was still waiting patiently on the kitchen table. He hesitated a moment but ended up putting the plate in the microwave. A little burger has never killed anyone, right ?

Once his meal was over, he directly went to his bedroom and collapsed on his bed, suddenly exhausted from his day. Blaine and him kept texting for a moment before the tiredness grew too strong and Kurt had to say after he turned off the lights, he got a last text.

Have a wondeful night, Kurt. x

Kurt laid back on his bed, reading Blaine's message multiple times and imaging his voice. He loved the way Blaine was saying his name, slowly, like if it were a sweet melody, and Kurt would shiver every time.

Kurt closed his eyes with Blaine's voice in his ears, and a happy smile drew itself on his lips


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