A/N: Sorry for the wait. I was just really busy and no plot-bunnies were attacking me. They finally have, though. Before Blaine admits that he's deaf to Kurt, I wanted a little bit of them actually becoming friends and getting to know each other. But just to let you know, he'll probably admit it next chapter. In Blaine's POV, yes it does always say "says" instead of "mouths" because it's just easier, but It's not like Blaine can hear now, FYI. :p
Chapter II
Blaine POV
The next day, I am back to my usual routine of going to the music room and practising. Noticing someone is in the room, I look around my shoulder and stop playing.
"I thought I would actually come in instead of just listening from behind the door this time", Kurt says, twiddling his fingers. I didn't think he'd come back, and I'm pretty happy, yet very nervous about someone watching me play. I nod a little before going back to my music, watching his lips in my side-vision.
"No one seems to know who you are in glee club. I'm surprised", he says.
"Yeah...", I say, "I don't really make a spectacle of myself."
"So I assume you wouldn't want to do glee club?", he asks. Was that- sort of- asking me to be in glee club? I guess they're desperate, but it's still a compliment.
"I'm not even that great at singing", I say, continuing to play.
"Really? Your voice is pretty. I'd assume you'd be good", he says. I look at him now, kind of confused, yet assuming I heard wrong. He is blushing. Maybe I heard right. That was strange, though.
"Thanks", I say, unwieldy. I see that I have stopped playing and go back to it, timidly holding my head down a little lower.
"Can we say that we're almost-friends now?", Kurt asks. I try to hide a laughing smile as he says that. I currently don't have any almost-friends.
"Sure", I say, accidentally letting out a little laugh with it.
"What? Is there something funny about me being your almost-friend?", Kurt asks, pretending to be offended with his arms on his hips.
"Well, actually, yes", I say, "Do you often have almost-friends?"
"No", Kurt says after thinking for a bit, "You must be pretty special, then."
"Must be", I say.
"So... are we going out for coffee later, then?", Kurt asks, "As almost-friends?"
"Guess so", I say, feeling like I could smile so wide it would break my face.
MUTEMUTEMUTEMUTEMUTE
"Dah! Just think of something you like that I don't already! This is freaking me out!", Kurt says as we sit at our table at the Lima Bean.
I smirk. "Football", I say.
"Finally!", Kurt breathes out, "My almost-step-brother likes football, too. He's on the team."
"You sure have a lot of "almost-something or rather"s", I mumble, but then look at Kurt again and say, "Well, I follow football. Don't actually play it, though. Besides throwing a football around, but I don't think that counts."
"Nah, I don't think you could get on the team for throwing a football around. I got on it for kicking a football, though", Kurt says.
I almost choke on my coffee. "You were on the football team!", I ask.
"Well, as kicker. I was actually purportedly really good, though", Kurt says.
"Any techniques?", I ask, curious.
Kurt grits his teeth. "I'd rather not say", he says.
"Um, okay then", I say, wondering what his techniques could possibly be, "Who's your... almost-step-brother?"
"Finn", he says, "He's also in glee. He'd hate you."
"Why do you think that?", I ask, stunned.
"A feeling", Kurt says.
Unbelieving, I question, "Just a feeling?"
"He also doesn't really have a thing for midgets", Kurt says, smirking. This is one of those times that most people wouldn't appreciate someone's quick wit.
"I'm not that short!", I say, irritated.
Kurt makes a "pfft" sound and says, "Yeah, you are."
After a few seconds, Kurt says: "Aw, don't look like such a lost puppy. I used to be short... but then I grew... and probably soon there will be an even greater height difference between us."
"That doesn't make me feel any better", I say, actually slightly amused.
"Bet it doesn't", Kurt says, then pauses, looking a little below my head. "Do you have a thing for bow-ties?", he asks.
"I guess I like bow-ties", I say.
Kurt mutters under his breath, and it looks like he's saying, "that's adorable."
"Blaine, are you...", Kurt quiets a little, "...gay?"
I look him straight in the eyes and nod. "I don't really shout it to the heavens, but I'd never lie about it", I say. Kurt seems to have... a smile creeping up on his face?
"Good, cause my gay-dar was going off like crazy. The football thing kind of threw me off, though", he says.
"Didn't you play football?", I ask.
"Yes, but that was- different", Kurt says, finishing his coffee.
"Well, we should get going", he says. We walk out of the Lima Bean, a little more comfortably close than before.