Blaine’s house isn’t all that big or glamorous, not in the way Kurt had envisioned it. He doesn’t know why, but all he could picture was Blaine sitting alone, locked in a small bedroom in a massive house with too many rooms for no guests at all. In reality, the house is no bigger than Kurt’s and furnished sparsely, like they still haven’t unpacked everything. They don’t head for Blaine’s bedroom, something for which Kurt is extremely thankful because he doesn’t know if he could handle just how lonely it might seem. Instead, Blaine ushers him onto the sofa in the living room.

“Um, do you want something to drink? Or anything to eat?” Blaine asks, standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room, as if he’s never had to entertain a guest before.

Well, he’s definitely out of practice, Kurt reminds himself.

“No, I’m okay.”

“Okay,” Blaine says, visibly relieved as he seats himself on the sofa as well. “So…what was it you wanted to talk about?”

Right. Yes. There’s a reason why he’s here with Blaine, alone, and not in a coffee shop. Well, he doesn’t have to be here. He doesn’t have to talk to anybody about this but he just – he needs to.

“Well, uh, remember how I told you that – that I didn’t have anyone else to talk to? About…certain things?”

“I remember.” Blaine nods.

“It’s…about that. That kind of stuff, I mean.”

“Regarding the new guy, I’m guessing.”

“Yeah. Regarding Sebastian.”

“What about him?” Blaine asks, though his tone has gone a bit flat.

Kurt stills his nervous hands by gripping the tops of his knees. “Well he – I mean, we kind of – okay. He’s really good looking. Obviously. And he seems like, really interested in me. Which is different because I’ve never actually had anyone interested in me before, especially not like that. So the other day, on Tuesday, we sort of drove around to this place and parked my car and…started making out and stuff. And then we crawled into the back of my car and pushed the back seat down and we were lying down and making out and stuff. Which was cool, you know, the making out. So then he kind of, like, puts his knee between my legs, right? And there’s rubbing and more kissing and he’s sucking on my neck and – and, well, I mean, what else is supposed to happen besides – so, yeah. So that happens and I’m so freaking embarrassed because I’ve never done that before and I don’t even have the first clue what to do next and I apologize. But he’s just laughing and he’s like, don’t worry, you can repay me later. And the thing is, you know, I never thought it was really about repaying or payback or anything like that and I don’t even know if we’re dating because we’ve never talked about it. He just sort of showed up and put the moves on and I went with it because, hello, he’s gorgeous and he actually wants me. So basically I don’t know what to do about the whole situation because I don’t even know anything about this guy, other than the fact that he’s a great kisser and was the first guy to ever get me off.”

With a quick exhale, Kurt finishes his story in a rush. By this point, Blaine is staring blankly at him, eyelashes fluttering as he blinks. It looks like his mind is still racing to catch up with everything Kurt just said, so, naturally, Kurt remains silent. Eventually, Blaine gives a swift little shake of his head. He refocuses his eyes and says:

“You are one of the most confusing people I’ve ever met in my life.”

Okay. Not exactly the response or advice Kurt had been expecting.

“…What?”

“Are you seriously – I can’t even believe this.”

“What are you talking ab-”

“One minute you’re absolutely mortified at the mere thought of having to have a conversation with me. Next, you’re giving me a bowtie because you feel sorry for me. But then you decide to spill like, every single thought in your head because you can’t get me out of your mind and then you’re kissing me like you’ll die if you don’t. The next day, you don’t respond to my text, and then you meet this stupid, pretty guy with obviously one intention and it’s definitely not a great one. But now you decide it’s okay to talk to me because I’m the only other gay guy in school when you’re confused over said stupid, pretty guy. And it doesn’t even matter that you made out with me in the back of my car and completely blew me off because, of course, it’s all about your confusion, your problems, and your inability to decide whether or not you should date this stupid asshole who clearly wants nothing more than to get his rocks off!”

Holy shit.

Kurt’s glued to his seat, mouth gaping open in pure shock. How can this kid just – just say whatever? Who gave him the right to-

“Well it’s not like you’re the most open, level-headed person! You go back and forth from being this shy, innocent – innocent thing and then five minutes later all you do is tear me apart and tell me what a horrible person I am!”

“Yeah, well, I’ve got a lot to say when someone actually takes the time to listen!”

“Obviously!”

“And maybe I have the same problem as you!” Blaine continues. “A few days ago you kept telling me that you didn’t know why you kept telling me all the stuff you did but you just – you just did. So maybe I’m the same way.” He pauses. “And besides! It’s easier to tell someone all the stuff they’re doing wrong when they’re being such a dick!”

“I’m not-”

“Damnit, Kurt!” Blaine shouts, standing and fisting his fingers into his gelled locks, arms tense in frustration. “I can’t believe – you’re going on about how someone finally likes you or someone who’s finally looking at you and you’re so freaking blind because I’m standing right here!”

He drops his hands. Kurt’s jaw clenches.

“I’m standing right here. I’ve been here for weeks. I’ve been here but it doesn’t – doesn’t matter because you’re required to look right through me and it isn’t fair! It’s not fair because I have feelings, too, believe it or not. You don’t even – you don’t consider how any of this makes me feel. Just because I’m small or because I – because I read too much or because I don’t immediately walk in and tell you how nice your ass looks in a pair of red pants doesn’t mean that I – I-”

“What?” Kurt asks quietly. “Doesn’t mean what?”

“Just because I’m not popular doesn’t mean that I haven’t liked you since the first time we looked at each other.”

Tears begin to well in Blaine’s eyes and Kurt wants to kick himself for making this boy cry so often.

“I’m not the quarterback of the football team. I’m not a cheerleader. Nobody likes me. I like to study and I get good grades. But just because I wear glasses and I hate wearing jeans, just because I’m a nerd doesn’t mean that I’m any less of a person who feels.”

Blaine is openly crying by this point, shoulders trembling with the strength of his sobs.

And that’s when Kurt’s heart breaks.