Kurt rested his forehead against Diane's watching eyes as they moved on occasion as she dreamt. Not wanting to wake her he slowly lifted his hand and traced a line from her temple, around her ear (tucking hair back in the process), and along her jaw.
Diane mumbled something and then spoke sleepily, "Kurt, go to bed."
She then threw an arm around his neck, her hand in his hair. Kurt then leaned down and kissed her bare bicep, making her smile.
"I love you too." She knew the exact language he spoke through all of his actions.