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Chapter Five

'Sign Language'

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Still Two And A Half Days To Go

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Kurt assumed that the pen was just old, and out of ink, so he jumped up off of the couch and sprinted to his satchel. From where he produced a slightly over sized purple pencil case.

Blaine smiled, Kurt was always so prepared. His eagerness and willingness to find out what Blaine wanted to say was endearing, and set his heart a flutter. He definitely made the right choice as he Looked up into Kurt's piercing blue eyes as he handed him a handful of pens.

Prying the cap off of a slim black fountain pen, Blaine ran the pen across the page.

Nothing happened.

So he picked up another. The same.

And another and another and another. Very soon he had tried all of the pens. Nothing.

"How the heck?" Kurt raised a neatly manicured eyebrow in confusion. Those pens were working just fine earlier when he was working on his homework that Finn had brought home form him, while he was off. Kurt wasn't sure yet if he could go back to school and go to all of those classes he had shared with Blaine. He wasn't even sure if he could face school at all. But things were different now that Blaine was back.

Kurt fumbled in the pencil case once more, and produced a pencil. And handed it to Blaine.

The pencil snapped.

Gosh dang it.

Kurt saw Blaine's frustration, and picked up one of the closest pens to him, and scribbled on the page. Blue ink leaving a trail all over the page.

"Hmm, this one works fine," Kurt muttered, handing it to Blaine. But when Blaine tried to scribble on the page, nothing happened.

Kurt took the pen back, and scribbled on the page once again, and ink trailed out.
Then Blaine tried. Still nothing.

The pair went through every single writing article Kurt owned. They all worked fine for Kurt, but as soon as Blaine had it, they crapped out.

Blaine furrowed his brow, almost knitting them together. This wasn't a part of the deal.
Kurt noticed Blaine's frustration, and stood at a feat. He had no idea why the pens wouldn't work for Blaine, but it was getting late, and Blaine looked exhausted.

"Come on you, Mr. Mime, let s get you to bed, we can sort out your parents and pen issues in the morning."

Blaine pouted.

"Oh, come on you know I'm joking. Play your cards right and I know a way I can make you make all kinds of noises." Kurt winked that sly dog.

Blaine followed obediently non-the-less.

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Two Days Left

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Kurt hardly slept that night. Blaine went out like a light, but Kurt just couldn't figure out what was wrong with his boyfriend.

So he made a mental checklist:
-Blaine seems unable to speak, or make much noise, thinking back to an awkward moment the night before.
-Pens and writing utensils seem to not like him, can't write.
-Blaine really seems to be desperate to ask or tell him something.
-Oh, and where the heck was Blaine, and why was he told he was dead? Was he under witness protection? Did his parents know where he was?

Parents. Oh shit. No one other than Finn and he knew he was here, let alone alive. This was going to make for an interesting day. And some angry people no doubt.
Kurt was certain people would accuse him of faking his own death to be with Kurt, but he had more important things to worry about.

Like basic communication with his best friend.

At least Blaine wasn't deaf!

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Blaine knew Kurt hadn't slept much, he hadn't really either, he was trying to come up with a way to communicate with Kurt. But he was just so happy to be in Kurt's arms again.

When it hit him.

Sign language.

He had seen a book on the bookshelf in the lounge upstairs, called 'sign language for dummies', if he learnt the basic alphabet, he could spell it out to Kurt, and he would understand where he had been.

Carefully slipping out of the bed, trying not to wake Kurt, Blaine got up, and padded up the basement stairs and headed towards the lounge.

"Blaine?" A gruff voice asked from behind him. Shit. He forgot everyone thought he was dead. Finn wasn't very understanding about the whole mute thing, Burt was definitely going to be an equal challenge.

Burt stood behind Blaine, dressed in a classic flannel shirt, oil stained denim jeans and trucker cap. He held a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, the other hand was rubbing his eyes furiously. He clearly couldn't believe his eyes.

Blaine merely waved at Burt, putting on a small smile.

"How-What-Blaine!" Burt asked again, still confused. Blaine could only nod.

"Does Kurt know you are here?"

Nod.

"How did you get here?"

Shrug.

"Forgot you're not a morning person. Blaine, please, please, tell me you didn't fake your own death and cause my son all of this misery for nothing?" Burt gave Blaine a death threatening stare.

Vigorous head shaking. No way!

"Misunderstanding?"

Nod.

"Fair enough, welcome back. Glad to see you again." And Burt turned and walked away towards the kitchen.

Huh, that was easy, Blaine thought to himself. Now to get that damn book.

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Blaine studied the book, sitting Indian style on Kurt's couch, whilst Kurt slept in.
Kurt had had far too many sleepless nights this week, it was only fair he had a good rest. Plus this gave Blaine the opportunity to admire Kurt some more. He looked so gash dang cute when he slept.

"Blaine?" A familiar voice ran down the basement stairs.

Mom.

"Cilla, can it be?"

Dad.

Blaine jumped up and hugged both his parents vigorously. He really missed them, although he spent most his time watching over Kurt, he still felt bad for all of their pain he caused.

"Darling, Burt called. Where were you? How did you get here?" Priscilla crinkled her forehead, she meant business now.

Blaine shrugged.

"Don't shrug at your mother son, she-well we both were so grief stricken, and yet here you are alive. You must have some explanation?"

Blaine shook his head.

"Speak son!"

"He can't, I don't think he can anymore," A sweet voice drifted from the bed. Kurt was sitting up, hair ruffled, and looking as cute as ever.

"Oh, sorry Kurt dear, I didn't see you there, what do you mean?" Priscilla addressed Kurt, walking over to the bed where he sat, and placed herself next to him.

"Could be trauma, he tried all of last night to talk, even make any noise, nothing. He also tried writing but pens wouldn't work either," Kurt explained to his still skeptical parents.

Hugh shared a concerned look with Priscilla before she spoke again.

"Blaine, you're coming home now. We can call a doctor. And fix you up. We need to make some calls. Cancel a death certificate-"

Blaine shook his head slowly; Hugh started to redden in the face.

"Blaine, this is non negotiable, you're coming." Hugh commanded, but Blaine did not cease shaking his head.

Priscilla's hazel eyes pricked with tears. All she wanted was her son back.
Kurt noticed the state Blaine's mother was getting in and intervened.

"Perhaps, he could stay here another day, and then return to yours? If that's okay, maybe he needs to unwind a little before facing the family and relatives?" Kurt queried. Hugh nodded in understanding.

"Until tomorrow, morning, and Kurt, call if he needs anything?" Hugh nodded to the younger boy, "I promise sir, see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow, goodbye Kurt, love you Blaine." Priscilla gave Blaine another heartfelt hug and his father have him a fatherly back-pat, and then left the room to talk to Burt.

Kurt made his way over to where Blaine sat still, book in lap.
"What you reading?" Kurt yawned, still waking up, and stretching, so his top rose up slightly, revealing the skin above his pj bottoms. The sight sent shivers down Blaine's spine.

"Enjoying the view?" Kurt asked smugly, picking up the book in Blaine's lap.

"You re a genius, you know that?" Kurt said, planting a kiss on Blaine s head, and thumbing quickly through the book.

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To say Blaine sucked at signing any of the letters or words would be an understatement.
He mixed up letters and just made no sense what-so-ever.

Another hurdle for the pair to jump over together.

They spent hours, literally all day trying to make sense of each other when they both fell asleep. Curled up together, big spoon and little spoon, with content smiles plastered on their faces. Just basking in the fact that they were together once more.

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Sheesh Blaine Is Captian Fuck-About! Time Is A Wasting..And Kurt He's A Chasing!

xxxxx

Jaydee