~*~ Chapter Fourteen ~*~

You may think you see who I really am

(Mulan; Reflection)

He was in Blaine's dorm, having no idea how he had gotten there and why Blaine was sitting peacefully next to him, instead of desperately demanding answers, but who was he to complain, when Blaine was moving in close, grabbing one of his hands and framing his face with the other? Kurt briefly wondered when he had gotten close enough to do that, but then Blaine was kissing him and it was warm and wonderful and right. His hands tangling in Kurt's hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, until Kurt was gasping for air, fingers clutching tightly to the other boys leatherman jacket. Wait- Leatherman jacket? But then Blaine's hands were pulling at his hair, grasping his extensions a little too tightly, and with a painful jolt Kurt's ears were free and in the open. Kurt gasped, eyes snapping open and then it wasn't Blaine in front of him anymore, but Karofsky, looking wide-eyed from the pieces of hair in his hands to the furred ears on Kurt's head.

"What the hell?!" Karofsky shouted and next to him suddenly appeared a second Kurt, taller and much more put together than the real Kurt, who had no idea how he knew what he looked like at the moment, but was well-aware of the monumental differences between him and the other Kurt.

Other Kurt threw his hands up in the air and huffed frustrated. "Is this going to happen every time somebody kisses me?!" he exclaimed annoyed and Kurt himself turned back towards Karofsky, who was progressing what had happened and was pointing at his ears in horror.

"Y-you're o-hone of t-those!" he stuttered full of dread. "A psycho animal!"

"The correct term would be hybrid," Other Kurt replied drily, while the real Kurt covered his features in fear, ducking away under Karofksy's burning stare.

Kurt awoke with a gasp. Nightmares had never caused him to turn and toss sweaty in his sheets, wake up crying, or screaming, or any of the other over-dramatic things book-characters tended to do after experiencing an unpleasant dream, but at the moment it took every ounce of willpower he had not to bury his head in his pillows and burst into tears.

How had he managed to mess up his life like that in less than a few hours?

Everything had been going so good; Blaine and he were getting closer everyday, Kurt had finally managed to organize his time the most effectively, making time to meet with his McKinley and Dalton friends, have his monthly sleepover with his favourite girls, as well as Friday night dinner with his family and still be able to catch up with the school curriculum, without missing too much sleep, or meals. Of course, that was when it had all gone wrong.

He had been so intent on telling Blaine about him. Had it all planned out in his head, the possible reactions, responses and emotional-outbursts, but then everything had turned out differently. They had been talking, Kurt trying desperately to prepare Blaine the best he could for his following admission and admittedly he had noticed how distracted Blaine seemed, not taking in a word he was saying, but then Blaine had kissed him and for a moment, just for a moment, everything had been right.

Of course that couldn't' have lasted forever and Kurt thoughtless as ever had nearly let it happen again. Let happen again what had once forced him to leave his school, his friends and everything he knew behind and start a terrifying, unknown life in a foreign place he knew nothing about but the name. (Of course this had turned out to be one of the best decisions of his life and he was incredibly glad to have made that experience, but he seriously doubted that he would be that lucky again.)

And now he was left with having no idea how to deal with the situation. In an optimal world he probably would have been smarter, staying calm and rational after his and Blaine's kiss and sitting down next to his friend, professing what he wanted, no what he had to explain like he had planned to and taken the situation from there, but as it was he had freaked out and very likely destroyed any chance for his life had to lead back into regular lanes.

He spend the next hours stalling in his room, dodging any curious questions from his family, since Finn and Carole had spent the last night – for the first time since weeks – in their own house and his father was still absent, doing who-knew-what, with who-knew-who, who-knew-where.

So, instead of even considering going to school and facing his friends he took an extensive shower, using the spare time to perform his extended skin-and-body-care-routine, laid out his outfits for the weekend and organized his pencils by length and colour.

He ran out of tasks to distract him from his problems far too quickly. With a sigh he slumped down on his desk chair.

"What do I do?" he muttered, mindlessly kicking his legs, to make the chair twirl. Who do you confine when the boy of your dreams has kissed you, but you can't tell him you reciprocate his feelings before he is aware of what he is getting himself into?

The sound of the front door opening and closing answered his question.

His father must have come home from one of his nightly conferences at the hybrid office, that were getting worryingly frequent during the last few weeks and after a moment of consideration he wandered out of his room and up the stairs.

"Dad?" His father was sitting in the kitchen, looking tired and worn out, but as soon as his son voice floated across the room his head snapped up, considering Kurt with a curious glance.

"Kurt? Shouldn't you be in school?"

"I- I didn't feel like going," Kurt answered quietly and his father was already opening his mouth in outrage, brow furrowed together, but then he noticed the bags under his son's eyes, the hesitant voice and red-rimmed eyes.

"Okay," he said carefully, folding his hands in front of his coffee cup. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"I told Blaine." Kurt shrugged, ducking his head sadly, "Well, at least I tried to."

His father's eyebrows shot up. "Oh?"

In short sentences Kurt told him about yesterday's afternoon, his desperate tries to get hold of Blaine and confine him, until they were finally alone in his friend's dorm room. Of his desperate attempts to prepare Blaine for his confession and then, with a slight blush and nervous fiddling hands, about the kiss between them, interrupting his attempt of honesty. He ended the story with a broken voice and the admittance of his escape, leaving a probably confused and hurt Blaine behind.

His father listened silently, only occasionally nodding, or frowning and when Kurt had finished he heaved a deep sigh.

"You got yourself into one hell of a mess there, son," he stated, crossing his arms. "And I can't tell you that it will be easy to get out of there again, or that nobody will get hurt in the process, but I believe in you and your friendship, or whatever that is between you, with this Blaine-kid and that you two will be able to sort this out."

Kurt nodded slowly, looking doubtful. "I- what if he ... doesn't want to be with me anymore when he finds out?" he asked his Dad, eyes full of worry and hope, as if his father held all the answers in the world to his troubles.

Burt felt his heart clench. "That's something only Blaine can answer, I'm afraid," he answered slowly, seeing his son's face fall. "Even though from what you've told me about that kid, I would have a little more faith in him."

Kurt's lips curled up in a faint smile. "Maybe you're right."

"I'm always right," Burt grumbled. "Thought I had raised you with that knowledge."

His son rolled his eyes at him, shaking his head, but his smile had not vanished and when he stood up his posture was significantly straighter. "Thanks, Dad," he said, "For listening and the advice and yeah ..." He trailed off and his father offered a noise from the back of his throat that could have been interpreted as 'Don't mention it.', before watching his son slowly retreating out of the room.

"We're still driving to school today," he called after him and Kurt's head popped back into the kitchen.

"What? But Da-had?" he whined. "I can't-"

"After your last period," Burt interrupted. "So, you can talk to Blaine. From what I understand, your grades are good enough, one day of missing class won't plunge you into ruin."

A slow, surprised smile stretched over Kurt's face. "I- yeah. That would be great."

"I know," Burt replied smugly and his son tipped his head back in exaggeration.

"I compliment him one time," he muttered under his breath as he exceeded the kitchen, "and his ego sky-rockets up to the sun."

True to his words, four hours later Burt drove his son and two bags of anxiety to Dalton. The moment they had left the house Kurt had chatted away mindlessly, an endless stream of trivial information that were neither fooling him nor his Dad into a sense of normality, but distracted him at least enough that the downright panic only started when they pulled into the Dalton parking lot.

"I don't think I can do that," Kurt breathed, hands clutching the door hold. "We can just drive back, right? I can come back later and -"

"No."

"But maybe he isn't even in his dorm, yet. Classes could have gone longer, or he is with Wes and David-"

"Son." Burt sighed and rolled his eyes. "You know how they say a father can't force their children to do anything? That's a lie. I own a shotgun. So get up there and talk to the poor boy."

"The poor boy? I thought you were on my side?"

"And I thought we agreed that you handled the situation spectacularly insensitive?"

Kurt crossed his arms and drew a face. "Maybe ..." he said slowly. "I- erm should still check if he even wants to talk to me right? That's considerate, isn't it?"

Burt nodded, raising a suspicious eyebrow, while his son babbled on, "And if, you know, he answers me that he doesn't want to see me, or refuses to answer, what is a very clear sign of avoidance, there is nothing I could do at the moment, right?" He blinked innocently at his father.

"Just write the text and we'll take it from there," Burt replied drily, adjusting his hold on the steering wheel. Kurt murmured something under his breath, but fished his phone out of his bag and hesitantly pushed the button over Blaine's contact. He stared in silence at his screen.

"Son?" Burt said again, half-annoyed, half-questioning and Kurt's head snapped up.

"Oh, er." His eyes flickered back to his screen. "I don't know what to write," he confessed quietly. "I mean I really handled this badly and I wouldn't blame him if he doesn't wants to talk to me at the moment. ... Or at all. Ever again. Oh god, school is going to be so awkward." He looked at his father, eyes wide and Burt shrugged uneasy. "Don't look at me, kiddo. Just write some typical teenage- message, Hiya Blaine, our absent of talkage bothers me momentous, luvluvluv forever Kurt, or something."

"I-what? Where do you even find these kind of words? Youthlanguage 101?" Kurt shook his head and turned back to his phone. His thumb hesitated over the screen.

"Oh, whatever," he murmured after a moment of silence and quickly tipped,

We need to talk. Can I come over? - Kurt

He sent the message off, before he could over-think his decision and before his father could catch a glimpse of the words over his shoulder, who obviously had zero respect of personal space. Or property. Kurt gave him an evil look, snatching his phone away, when it signalled an answer.

Okay. When? - Blaine

He bit his bottom lip, nervously.

Uhm. I may be in the parking lot right now. - Kurt

Damn it, he hadn't really thought this through. Blaine surely didn't want to see him and even if -

He was already halfway through typing Never mind, I can come back later, when his phone vibrated again.

Come up. - Blaine

"Okay," he murmured out loud, drawing a deep breath and nearly jumping ten feet in the air, when his father hummed next to him. "Dad!" he hissed, pressing a hand to his heart. " Don't scare me like that."

His father rolled his eyes. "I was sitting next to you the whole time," he replied, "You ready to go?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." Kurt grimaced and put a hand on the door handle. "I really don't want to go up there," he murmured.

"I can imagine," Burt said sympathetically. "Remember it's for the best. You'll have it all out in the open after that." He patted his son's back encouragingly, even when he only waved his hand in a 'yeah-yeah'-gesture.

"I'm gonna' drive home now, but remember you can stay at Dalton if it goes well and if it doesn't ..." he trailed off, squeezing Kurt's shoulder when his son winced. "You can always give me a call, okay? And I will be there as soon as I can."

"Alright, Dad," Kurt whispered, door half-opened and cool wind blowing into the car. "Wish me luck?" He turned half-way back, looking hesitant.

"All the luck in the world," Burt grinned, giving his back one last squeeze. "See you later."

"Bye, Dad," his son mumbled, stepping out of the car and heading, head down towards his school. Burt looked after him, brow furrowed in concern.

Kurt stood in front of Blaine's dorm, hands fiddling nervously.

He hadn't knocked, yet. Why hadn't he knocked yet? His arm had been up in the air at least a dozen times since he had arrived in the corridor. His dad must have left long ago and he was pretty sure, that if he did not man up soon, Blaine would come looking for him.

But he just ... didn't know what to do. He was aware that he had uttered this phrase countless times already since he had woken up this morning, both in his head and out loud, but it simply was the most fitting sentence he could come up with for this whole situation. It was not just that he was afraid of rejection, even though this was of course a large part of his fear, but even if he made it into Blaine's dorm and sat down like an adult to talk this out, he was still at a loss to what to say. With Finn it had been easy, straight forward and in the end the boy had not been nearly important enough to him at that time, that Kurt would have seriously mourned if he vanished from his life, but this was Blaine. Sweet, gentlemanly, overly concerned Blaine, who had found him on his first day and turned his life upside down, because there was suddenly someone interested in Kurt, who listened to him and was even keen on sharing his own opinion on the topic. Who he was never afraid to speak his mind in front of and who worried about him even more that his Dad did. Someone who made him laugh and understood him, not afraid to speak up if something bothered him.

Someone who, even if Kurt had not been hopelessly crushing on, could still be described as the best friend he ever have had.

Oh god, he couldn't do this.

There was a noise from the other end of the corridor, where the floor lead to several residences of older students and Kurt panicked and hastily knocked at the door, pushing it open only moments later. He was inside the room before he could think twice, or risk being seen by the senior sauntering down the corridor he could catch a glimpse of just as the door fell shut. Heart in his throat he slowly turned around, fingers curling protectively at his side.

"Uhm, hi," he murmured hesitantly.

Blaine sat on his bed, the 'Come in' still frozen on his lips and stared at Kurt with a mix of surprise and anxiety. "Hi," he breathed back, legs curling under his body and eyes looking bright and vulnerable up at him. Kurt winced silently, because he was very sure that this unsure look was entirely his fault and an expression he had never wanted to see on Blaine's face. Especially not directed at him. But there was little he could to change that at the moment, so he settled for smiling insecurely at his ... friend? Could he even still call him that?

"We need to talk," he said after a moment of silence, hating the way Blaine seemed to recoil at his words.

"Yes. Probably," Blaine paused, looking unsure. "You maybe want to sit?" He seemed hesitant to offer his bed as a seat, maybe afraid of the close proximity and Kurt could understand. He really could, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. An empty feeling in his stomach, he lowered himself onto the desk chair, slowly rolling over so that he could face the other boy.

Silence settled between them and Kurt contemplated briefly if he could skip the talking and just tear of his extensions, but apart from the fact that this would probably make it to his book of overly-dramatic events, that should only happen with epic background music, it would also scare Blaine away for life and miss the categories grown-up and serious talk by miles.

"I'm sorry for running off," he blurted out instead, quickly biting his bottom lip when Blaine, who looked like he had been about to say something, snapped his mouth shut. "That was probably the most stupid and hurtful thing I could've done," he added at an afterthought, because if he was going to do this he could as well go with brutal honesty.

Blaine nodded slowly. "Okay."

Kurt blinked. "Okay?"

"Okay, as in I appreciate your apology, but I still don't understand why you did it?" Blaine said hesitantly, deflating, when Kurt raised an eyebrow at him. "Sorry, that came out wrong. I sprang all this on you and you clearly didn't expect or want that, so I really have no right to wonder why I chased you away."

"What? What are you talking about, Blaine?" Kurt asked slowly and Blaine squirmed on his bed.

"Well, we obviously aren't on the same page in this whole ..." He gestured wildly with his hands and Kurt continued to look at him in confusion. "Look, you really don't have to make me say it. It's clear that I've misread some signs here and that you aren't interested in that way, but -"

Kurt's mouth fell open, because his brain had finally clicked. "Oh my god Blaine, shut up."

Blaine stopped mid-sentence, mouth opening and closing and eyes narrowing into an offended line. "Uhm, excuse me?"

"No, I- crap, okay. I'm sorry, but you got it all wrong! Let me- just maybe let me explain first?" He rolled closer with his chair, contemplating to reach for Blaine's hand, but he wasn't sure if that would be appreciated and instead settled on looking pleadingly at him. Blaine wrung his hands in front of him. "Kurt, I really don't know -"

"Blaine, please," he pleaded, rolling even closer, until his knees were brushing against the other boy's. Blaine's eyes flickered briefly down to their legs, but he did not draw back and Kurt counted that as a sign to start talking.

"Okay, so, I tried telling you this several times already, but somehow something always seemed to get in the way, so therefore I'm going to make this as quick and painless as possible."

He drew a deep breath, searching the other's boys eyes and trying to memorize the slightly confused, but not entirely hostile look in them.

"There is something I haven't told you. About me. Something big and believe me, it has nothing to do with the fact that I don't trust you that I haven't told you about that until now. I just- not all people react positively to this kind of confession and this" He gestured between him and Blaine, voice catching in his throat. "is far too precious to me to endanger it. I- I just couldn't stand the thought of loosing this- of loosing you, over something like this, that I can't even change." He broke off, eyes brimming with unshed tears and emotions.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered carefully, hand stretching out seemingly on its own accord, but hesitating centimetres from touching.

"No, it's fine. I'm fine. Just. If you feel the need to go, or want me to leave, you can, okay? I- won't say I wouldn't be hurt, but I would understand, okay?" And now Blaine simply looked confused and slightly frightened, so Kurt decided that there wasn't much more he could say to prepare the other boy for his confession.

Very slowly he reached for his hair, nervous fingers fumbling a few moments longer than normally, before clipping of the extra- hair and freeing his ears. The extensions came off with a slight rustling, falling carelessly into Kurt's lap, where they were soon joined by his nervous fiddling hands and his unsure gaze. Blaine had stayed silent during the progress and after a moment of silence Kurt dared to carefully look up at him.

"I- uhm yeah." He stretched his hands, ears twitching nervously and drawing Blaine's gaze from his eyes up to his head. "I'm a hybrid? I guess you figured as much already and yeah ..." He trailed off, when Blaine looked at him again. "I'm just going to shut up now."

"Wow," Blaine murmured. He was still starring transfixed at Kurt, eyes flickering between his shifting ears and hopeful eyes. Very slowly one of his hands came up, fingers stretching curiously for Kurt's head and the boy drew in a sharp breath. Blaine's eyes widened and his gaze met Kurt's, fingers curling aimlessly together.

"Uh, sorry. I didn't- that wasn't-" he stuttered, looking unsure at his friend.

"Y-you can touch them," Kurt said quietly, carefully. "If you want to, of course," he hastened to add, when Blaine hesitated.

Before he knew it Blaine's arm had stretched out again and his finger tips were brushing softly against the tips of Kurt's ears. "Wow," he mumbled again, mouth half-open, while his hand continued to stroke over the sensitive fur. "You're a hybrid."

Kurt hummed faintly, resisting the urge to curl together under Blaine's gentle fingers, but not able to stop his head from leaning into the tender ministration.

"A hybrid." Blaine carefully traced the base of his right ear again, before drawing his hand back with a slight frown. "Why are you a hybrid?"

Kurt winced quietly, half from the loss of contact and half from the question, and hung his head. "I inherited it from my mother, if that answers your question."

"That doesn't even come close to answering any of my questions," Blaine replied drily, a notch of irritation seeping in his voice. "Nothing of this is able to explain to me why my best friend, or at least who I though was my best friend, is suddenly a god-knows-what-kind of hybrid, not having bothered to mention that tiny little fact to me during the – what? Two and a half months? - we know each other."

"Cat," Kurt mumbled subdued, not daring to meet his friend's eye.

Blaine crossed his arms, mouth still half-opened and eyes narrowed. "What?"

"I'm a cat-hybrid. It's – I know you can't really tell from the ears, but I have a tail too and -"

"Kurt," Blaine interrupted, voice tight. "I really don't care what kind of hybrid you are, right now." He threw up his hands in frustration. "Hell, I don't even care that you are a hybrid, but what I care about is that you've been keeping secrets from me for over nine weeks, now!"

"I- it's not like I've told anyone else, yet," Kurt replied defensively, "At least not at Dalton."

"But I'm your best friend, Kurt!" Blaine cried out. "At least I thought I was."

"Of course, Blaine! Of course you are, I just-"

"Then why haven't you told me?!" Blaine cried out, voice rising.

"I didn't know how you would ... react?" Kurt whispered hesitantly, shrinking under his friend's burning glare.

"How I would react? What did you think I would do? Abandon you? Bully you? Do you really think that little of me?" He was full-out yelling now, causing Kurt to cower lower on his chair, bringing up his hands to protect his sensible ears. "B-but Blaine, please. You don't understand! It was a secret, has always been a secret and you can't imagine how dangerous it can be as a hybrid -"

"You think I don't know that?!" Blaine shot back, eyes narrowed. "You think I haven't read about all that? How stupid do you think I am?"

Kurt faltered under his friends angry glare, head lowering and lips trembling. "Blaine, no, that's not- You are being unfair right now," he insisted, fighting desperately against the tears threatening to escape his eyes. "If you knew all that, you must understand why I've been hiding for so long, you must understand what I've been through- how p-people react-"

"No, Kurt I don't. Somehow I can't see in your head magically and understand what must have been going on in there to make you believe that after all this time, after all what I've told you about me- Kurt, I've told you things not even Wes and David know about! I trusted you!"

"I know, Blaine. I know," Kurt whimpered, the first tears breaking free and dropping into his lap. "I trust you too, I promise and you're so important to me and just the thought of telling you and loosing you- I couldn't – I can't-" He broke off, voice chocked from sobs and arms coming up to curl pitifully around his shaking frame.

"Damn it, Kurt," Blaine said, hand coming up to run frustrated through his hair, but he had stopped yelling and sounded more frustrated than angry.

Wincing Kurt curled further into himself. "B-blaine, please. I'm so-horry." His friend sighed deeply, the angry frown slowly disappearing and one hand reaching out to gently pat his friends shoulder.

"You can't just do things like that," Blaine murmured softly, leaning forward and rubbing soothing circles onto his forearm.

"I k-nohow," Kurt sobbed, "I'm s-so sorry. I w-wahanted to tell you and a-all this time-"

"Sh," whispered Blaine, guilt lacing his voice, "I know. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Kurt let out a chocked of chuckle. "Y-yes, you should've. I deserved i-it."

"Maybe," Blaine answered, a tiny smile grazing his lips, "But we should talk about this like adults, not like hysterical teenagers." Kurt half-laughed, half-sobbed again, a sound that made Blaine's heart clench and jump at the same time, raising his head and carefully inching closer to Blaine.

"Yes, probably. Can I – uhm maybe ..." He trailed off, eyes flickering towards the free space on the bed next to Blaine. He recoiled visibly when Blaine hesitated. "I- sorry. Of course not. That's fine. I- I understand." He felt like he might burst into a new fit of sobs, when he slowly rolled his chair back, but Blaine stopped him with a quick grasp of his arm and a heartfelt shake of his head.

"No, no, no, Kurt! That's not it at all. Of course you can sit here." He patted the mattress, making hesitant eye contact and sighing when Kurt looked unsure. "I just thought that I would really like to hug you and if you come any closer there's not much that could stop me and then I don't think we'll get any talking done," Blaine admitted sheepishly, free hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, when Kurt blushed.

"I would like that," he whispered shyly, body unconsciously leaning closer to the wide smile that lit up Blaine's face at his words. "The hugging, not the avoidance of talking. Well, I wouldn't be all opposed to that, but I somehow don't think -" He broke off, when Blaine chuckled fondly.

"Come here," Blaine murmured warmly, leaning forward and Kurt felt his hands being grabbed and then he was suddenly sitting half-next, half-on-top of his friend, two warm arms coming up to wrap around his waist. He sighed, melting effortlessly into Blaine's embrace and letting his head fall heavily against his broad shoulder.

Still, there were still too many worries nagging at the back of his mind, to fully relax. After a few seconds he lifted his head, chewing his bottom lip and searching the face above him for any traces of remaining emotion. "Are you still angry?" he asked timidly, hands curling hesitantly into Blaine's dress-shirt, as if afraid of him drawing back.

"Nah," Blaine replied and Kurt looked doubtfully at him. "Maybe a bit. Mostly I feel ...disappointed." Kurt squinted his eyes guiltily, but Blaine quickly continued, before he could say anything. "Of course I understand why you haven't told me. I mean, being a hybrid is kind of a big deal, nowadays, but at the same time I can't get into my head why you haven't told me."

"I don't really know anymore to be honest," Kurt replied quietly. "At first I didn't knew you that well, of course and my father had warned me plenty from trusting strangers with my secrets, but after that I got to know you and you were just so utterly ... perfect." He blushed and lowered his gaze, missing the way Blaine's cheek warmed up. "And then somehow the right moment seemed to have passed and suddenly you were far too important for me to risk our ... friendship with my confession." He laughed quietly to himself. "And when I had finally worked up the courage to tell you things just kept getting into the way." Blaine hummed thoughtfully, hands coming up to softly stroke through his friend's hair, causing Kurt to bury closer.

They talked for a long time after that. About Kurt's mother, his early childhood and the problems that had occurred during his school times. For a few minutes they lost themselves into mindless chatter, giggling over the early New Directions days, but then asked about Finn and Carole and their conversation turned serious again. Kurt stayed curled up in Blaine's arms, his friends hand stroking soothingly through his hair and over his ears and his steady heartbeat against his ear a constant response to their low murmurs. After a while Kurt's body relaxed further and further against his friend, hands resting heavily on the slow rise and fall of his chest. Maybe he could close his eyes, just for a moment ... No, they weren't finished talking yet, Kurt thought drowsily, when his head fell heavily against Blaine's shoulder, the hybrid issue seemed to be resolved, at least temporary, but there was still the fact that Blaine had kissed him. Kissed him! Kurt had prepared a whole speech in response and Blaine had made it quite clear that he was convinced that Kurt didn't reciprocated his feeling, so they should really ... really talk ... about that. Later ...