Wes and Rachel spend most of the evening closed off from the others, which would’ve been fine if it hadn’t been for Santana barging in. Now, Blaine likes Santana, but she is a bit intimidating. He thought he had to fear Rachel, but Santana has no problem taking over from Rachel when it comes to the ‘well-meaning and overly curious friend’ for the evening.

Although Santana already approves of Blaine. He knows that already. Kurt also seems pleased when he realises Blaine and Santana get along well.

It’s almost a shame that Santana has to meet up with her girlfriend in town.

Almost.

Now that Rachel and Wes only have eyes for each other, Kurt and Blaine can hang out without their friends hovering over them. The two of them sit on the sofa and they watch Wes and Rachel whisper and laugh while they do the dishes.

“She’s glowing,” Kurt says as he raises his glass towards Rachel, “It’s been a while since someone made her smile like that. After my brother died, she became fully focused on her career. Too focused, maybe.”

“Too?”

Kurt nods.

“I appreciate her ambition,” he quickly says, “But she had no life outside of showbusiness anymore. She stopped going out to save her voice. She even claimed that Finn dying was good so that she could channel that into her performance. I know she didn’t mean it like that and that she was grieving, but saying that him dying was in any way good was… questionable. She’s just too committed to the job.”

Blaine hums in agreement.

“I get what you mean. The same can be said about Wes.”

Sort of. Kurt doesn’t know that Wes doesn’t leave the alien community since he doesn’t want to get attached to anyone. Well, too late for that now.

“Wes isn’t the most romantic person, so it is nice to see this side of him.”

“Are you a romantic person?”

Blaine’s eyes widen and a shocked smile appears on his face. Kurt also keeps looking at him, but Blaine can sense that he’s nervous. In his own way. Not like Trent. Blaine doesn’t see an orange colour, but he sees that Kurt is working hard on maintaining eye contact and his grip around his glass has tightened.

So Blaine’s smile widens, in order to comfort Kurt.

“I’d like to think that I am.”

Kurt’s look changes. He’s less tense now. Instead he seems confident.

“Yeah, Blaine?” he asks, “Do you think anyone is a, as the Dutch say, a piece?”

That does take Blaine out of the potentially flirty mood.

“A piece?” he asks, not hiding his confusion.

Kurt’s confident smile falters.

“Isn’t that the thing they say in the Netherlands? When someone’s hot, you say they’re een stuk. A piece.”

It falls into place for Blaine and he lets out a laugh. Even Wes and Rachel lose sight of each other to stare at him.

“I mean, yeah,” Blaine says laughingly, “They do say that, and yes, stuk can be translated to piece. Een stuk taart is a piece of cake, but this sounds wrong.”

“Don’t blame me!” Kurt says. He’s a bit red in the face. “I looked it up online. This website about flirty language apparently needs to fact check its information.”

Blaine wants to explain some more, but then his mind catches up with what Kurt just admitted.

Wait a minute.

“… You were looking up how to flirt in Dutch?” Blaine asks, bamboozled.

And Kurt turns even redder.