The boy makes a series of unknowable gestures at him. Kurt knows they're for him, because the boy is standing just a few feet back and looking at him with bright, excited eyes. Just because Kurt had joined the Haverbrook's performance of Imagine at Mercedes's lead and Kurt managed to repeat the sign language, didn't mean he could understand a single 'word' of it.

"I'm sorry… I don't…," Kurt stutters out. He's not sure what to say, what to do, when they person he's speaking with is deaf.

Around him in the room, there were small huddles of Haverbrook and New Directions students conversing with each other. Like the lead Haverbrook performer, some of the deaf students spoke in stilted sentences as they signed. Most of the Haverbrook student that weren't speaking, for whatever reason, were hangers-on to their classmates who could converse with any one in New Directions. Kurt's fairly sure now of them had a working knowledge of American Sign Language.

The boy must have either been able to read lips or otherwise read Kurt's confused expression well enough. He raises a single finger in the air. Kurt's not sure if that an official sign, but he knows it means wait.

The boy takes a few steps back, taps a girl classmate on the shoulder to gain her attention. He signs something to her, hands moving rapidly, an almost embarrassed smile on his face. The girl glances Kurt's way, then looks back to the boy. She signs something back. If Kurt's seeing right, the boy blushes. He places a hand on his chest and rubs it in a circle.

The girl digs through her purse, and hands over a pen and a small, date book-sized notebook. The boy uncaps the pen and begins scribbling something on the page. It makes sense to Kurt, his actions, though Kurt's not sure what the boy would go to so much effort to tell him.

The Haverbook glee coach begins to collect his students to leave. Because he can't yell at them to haul ass like a McKinley teacher would, he has to go about the room, collecting their attentions and communicating with them one-on-small group.

The boy rips the page out of the notebook, and returns it and the pen to his classmate. The coach reaches the boy and his classmate, telling them it's time to go. The boy nods his consent, but as soon as the couch moves on to his next group of students, the boy trots back over to Kurt and presses the piece of paper into his hand. He's then thusly tugged away by his classmate by his blazer sleeve.

In his own daze over the whole interaction, Kurt had crumpled the paper in his fist. He opens it to reveal the pen-stroked note.

You're cute!, read the first line, followed by a sideways winky-face as if it were an emoticon. Text me sometime, read the second line. The third was a series of digits. It took Kurt's head a second to compute that it was a phone number. It was signed, simply with a dash and Blaine.

"Whatcha got there, Kurt?" Mercedes asks, sidling up next to him and looping an arm through one of his. The New Directions are filtering out of the choice room. Glee hour must be over.

"Um…" is all he says because he's not exactly sure what he's got there.

"Damn, is that a phone number?" Mercedes says in a whispered, more conspiratorial tone. "Which one's Blaine?"

"The one with the eyebrows," Kurt says. Mercedes leads him out into the hallway, and he's too numb with surprise to feel his own feet move.

Mercedes contemplates this for a moment. "From the front row? On the left?"

"Yeah, I think so." The boy had been one of the people Kurt had been singing – well, signing – next to now that he considered it.

"You gonna text him? He was a pretty cute himself."

They stop by their lockers. "What if it's… what if it's a joke?" Kurt asks, admitting his deepest fear.

"Boy, if it's a joke, I will hunt him down at Haverbrook and kick his ass. He won't even hear me coming."

"Mercedes!" Kurt caws, slightly scandalized. At least he's feeling more potential now. He considers the note: the messy, looping writing; the perk of the exclamation point at Kurt now sees was draw over thrice, the name itself. Blaine.

"I'll think about it," Kurt says. He doesn't know anything about this Blaine. As much as he daydreams about boys, the reality of one is much scarier. Plus, Kurt's heart still pangs for Finn.

Mercedes squeezes his arm affectionately. "Well, let me know what happens. At least one of us deserves to get some action this year."

Inspired by seeing Haverbrook again in 5X01. Consider this a little, complete snippet into an alternate universe right now, however, if inspiration strikes/there's reader interest, I might continue this universe and explore it more.