Blaine arrived at three in the afternoon on Saturday. "Hi, Kurt texted that this would be a good time?"

"Yeah, come on in. Kurt is in the basement, you can just go down there." Carol stated. Burt was still at work.

"Okay, thanks." Blaine knocked on the door and waited a few seconds before going down. Kurt was doing math homework when he turned to see Blaine smiling at him. He waved to say hi.

"Ready for our first lesson?" Blaine asked excitedly.

Sure.

"Great, let's go! Grab your coat!" Blaine said, starting to go back upstairs. Kurt was curious and quickly grabbed his coat, following him.

"Mrs. Hudson? Kurt and I are going to take a walk and maybe visit the park ok?"

"Okay, have fun. Just don't let Kurt forget to check in every thirty minutes ok?" Carol smiled happily.

"Don't worry, he won't forget." Blaine assured her. Kurt just got up the stairs when Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door, much like an excited puppy. Kurt was smiling at how excited Blaine was. He tapped Blaine's hand, and Blaine immediately stopped and turned to him, waiting for whatever Kurt was going to write.

Where are we going? What is the lesson?

"We are just going to take a walk and talk. From now on I am going to use sign language while talking. Look at my signs while I talk, I'll go slow. Try to pick up a few signs by example. You will get better at it the more you practice." Blaine said, signing as he spoke, leading them to the park.

Really? I will be learning from example?

"How else? Memorization sucks. No fun."

Okay then. But it's kind of hard to watch your hands while walking.

"Yeah, that is why we are going to the park. Lots of places to sit and just talk for hours."

Hours?

"Why not? We know nothing about each other. But once we sit down I will show you how to sign whatever you write down and you have to sign it back. Practice you know?"

Ok. This is the strangest lesson I've had by far.

"Hey! I'm not an actual teacher. I'm doing trial and error." Blaine retorted.

So I'm a human guinea pig. Great.Kurt smirked.

"Come on, guinea pig. Let's find a good spot to practice." Blaine said, rolling his eyes.

The two of them sat down, each resting their back against a tree, facing each other. The two spent hours talking, signing, getting to know each other. Kurt didn't miss one of the bi-hourly check-ins with Carol. Blaine learned about Kurt's first mother, his dream of being a Broadway star, his accomplishments, and even managed to drag out a few embarrassing stories; such as when he tried to be straight and made out with the cheerleader Brittany. Kurt learned about Blaine's struggle in school, they moved a lot – but they were staying here for a few years for some reason – and it was hard to keep everything straight, his love for his little brother, and was surprised at how open he was with most aspects of his life. Everything but his father that is, when that subject came up he just passed over it, saying he wasn't in his life anymore. They also found out that they shared a common trait- they were both gay. This brought on a whole slew of conversations that they never thought they would have. Blaine had come out once in a school a few years back and got the crap kicked out of him at least twice monthly. After that he didn't ever come out officially, and he let the girls hit on him, but he never went out on dates. He was smart enough to tell that this school was not one to come out in alone. He was surprised and pleased that Kurt had already come out when there was no one out in the school.

At seven the pair of them got up and went back to Kurt's house. By this time Kurt had gained a small vocabulary to sign with. Blaine told Kurt that when people sign it was different than speaking, as you sign the general ideas, not every word.

"Hey boys, Blaine would you like to join us for dinner?" Carol said as they came in.

"Thanks. I'd love to!"

"Did you guys get anything done today? Did you learn any signing Kurt?"

Yes, we signed and got to know each other a bit.

"What does that mean?" Carol smiled, happy that he learned even a sentence.

Blaine smiled and translated for him.

"That's great! I'm so glad hun."

Can we go to my room? Blaine again translated.

"Sure, I'll call you when dinner is ready."

Thanks! Kurt and Blaine went down into Kurt's room to wait for dinner.

"I really like your room by the way, it's… you. There really isn't any other way to describe it."

I like it.

"Well, I would think so! It would be bad if you didn't like something that is a representation of you!"

Kurt smiled at this.

"You have a piano in your room?" He saw Kurt's electronic piano by his music corner. Kurt couldn't get rid of it. Even if he couldn't sing, he could still play, and that was fun, he was still making music.

Yeah, I got it for my birthday. You can play it if you want.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose…" Blaine asked, eagerly.

Go on, play!

"Okay!" Blaine went happily to the piano and turned it on, thinking; he chose a song and started to play.

"I feel like a loser… I feel like I'm lost… I feel like I'm not sure if I feel anything at all…"

Kurt listened to Blaine sing a song that he had never heard before. He had noticed that his speaking voice was beautiful, but he was not prepared for the amazing singer that hid under it. He was blown away by the passion that he put in the song.

What song was that?

"Oh, it's called Human. I wrote it around a year ago…"

I really like it. You can sing well.

Blaine brightened by this praise, and blushed. "Thanks. It's no Teenage Dream or anything, but it means a lot to me."

No, your song is really good!

Blaine blushed a little deeper, but was pleased that Kurt enjoyed his song.

"Boys! Dinner is ready!" Carol called down, making both boys jump. Seeing the other startle was quite funny, and so they laughed. Kurt couldn't help but notice that Blaine's laugh was one of the most charming laughs he had ever heard.

"We will be right up Mrs. Hudson!" Blaine called, and the pair went to dinner, still laughing at the other being startled.

Finn was at Rachel's for dinner , so it was just the four of them.

"So, Blaine right? You're teaching my son sign language?" Burt asked, curiously.

Yes dad, he is. Please don't turn this into 20 questions. Kurt sighed.

"What?" Burt asked confused.

"He just said that yes, I am." Blaine said smiling.

Hey! Don't censor me. I will write it down if I have to.

"Fine. I'm sorry Kurt, I just thought that it would not be the best for me to say that to your father, as I had just met him."

"Wait… what did he say?"

"Kurt said not to censor him –Okay! – he said not to turn the dinner into a round of 20 questions…" Blaine explained, shying away from Kurt's stare, and was relieved when Kurt smiled at the end of giving the correct translation.

"Kurt, I just met him, I think I can ask him a few questions." Burt protested.

"Okay, stop it. I swear I have three children sometimes." Carol said to Blaine. "So what did the two of you do today?"

"We just sat in the park talking while signing mostly, getting used to the language, and also the alphabet. Kurt catches on fast!" Blaine said, impressed.

Blaine is a really good at music, he plays piano well.

Blaine was reluctant to translate this, but Kurt looked at him as if daring him to, so he took a breath and said so. He liked Kurt's parents, they tried to pretend that they heard Kurt himself say what Blaine translated, and they didn't look at Blaine in a "why would you say that?" look when he translated something that was very Kurt, but rather roll their eyes at Kurt himself.

"Well if Kurt says that, you must be good indeed. He doesn't give compliments lightly." Burt told Blaine. "Trust me, I know."

The rest of dinner passed with little reluctance from Blaine to translate, as he got more and more comfortable with their reactions to it. After dinner Blaine played a few more songs for Kurt, some on the piano, some on the guitar that Kurt took out from the closet, which made Blaine even more excited than he was with the piano. At eight-thirty Blaine had to leave, but as soon as he got home he and Kurt texted each other until they fell asleep at midnight.