"What are you doing?" Kurt asked as Blaine stared intently at his notebook, pencil moving in methodical strokes.
"Taking notes," Blaine murmured, not looking up.
"You haven't turned the page in 20 minutes," Kurt laughed, not mentioning that he only noticed because he'd been staring at him for the same amount of time.
"It's an important page," Blaine shrugged one shoulder.
"It's the table of contents."
"Oh, right," Blaine opened the book to a random page, shifting the notebook closer to his body. "I…have a paper due. I'm outlining."
"It's your calculus book," Kurt smirked as his boyfriend (boyfriend) began to turn red under his eyes. "What are you writing?"
"Nothing," Blaine insisted, trying to shove the notebook into his backpack. His fingers fumbled and Kurt snatched it as it fell to the ground, jumping up and getting out of arm's reach as he looked down at—
Oh. Oh.
Meticulously drawn hearts covered the page, the larger ones housing "Blaine + Kurt" and the smaller simply "B + K." Blaine's best handwriting wove between the shapes like a chain, spelling out "Blaine Anderson-Hummel" and "Blaine Hummel-Anderson" and, in a few places that made Kurt's stomach flip over, "Blaine Hummel."
"I know, I know," Blaine muttered miserably. "I'm a giant pathetic losery dork. I just—"
"No," Kurt whispered, looking up from the notebook to give him a reassuring smile as he returned to his chair. He slid the notebook back to Blaine and pulled one from his own bag, flipping it to the back pages and handing it across the table.
He watched Blaine's frown spread into a blinding grin as his eyes roamed over the hearts and names covering the page, and felt the corners of his mouth turn up to match it.