It's weird, actually, that this isn't awkward. He's only properly talked to the guy once before and that was before they made out. Of course, it hadn't meant anything – but it was still strange that Kurt felt so at ease with the guy already.�

No, actually - Blaine was the weird thing. Kurt had expected him to be some kind of pervert, or an asshole, or completely self-absorbed. What else was one supposed to think of someone who gave kissing lessons? But the strange thing was that he wasn't. He wasn't some jerk with a goal to make out with as many people in the school as he could. He didn't seem to have a big head about it either. He seemed... Normal. Nice. Charming, accommodating, careful - the last person in the world you'd expect to be throwing intimate experiences out the window. He made Kurt feel special, like he probably made everyone else, but the thing about Blaine was that he turned around and meant it. Which was why Kurt was glad, even though it wasn't supposed to mean anything, that his first kiss had been Blaine. He felt a little floaty when he thought about it - he'd always been so apprehensive about his firsts, but he was seventeen and gay, after all, and he didn't exactly have a bunch of guys banging down his door and trying to kiss him. The thing that surprised him most was that he didn't regret it. Blaine was... Sweet. He'd fallen asleep that night thinking about how his lips felt against his own, even though he knew he wasn't supposed to. He refused to let it mean anything. He couldn't let it mean anything, so he swallowed any and all hope that it someday would. But in the end he was still fascinated by Blaine Anderson. Why did he do it?�

"Okay," Blaine says now through a mouthful of nachos, swallowing before he goes on. "So I guess we'll start with the basics. What's your type?"

"Uh..." Kurt leans his chin on his hand. Honestly, he doesn't really have a type. Sure, he drooled over the gorgeous guys in those muscle magazines, but that was... fantasy-type. In real life he had no idea. "I don't really... Have one," he said after a moment.

"Alright... What's your favorite eye color on a guy?"

"I'd have to say... Brown or green. Or hazel. Or blue..." Kurt looked up thoughtfully.

"Kurt." Blaine places his pen down on the table. "You just named all the eye colors."

"Don't look at me like that! This is hard."

"It shouldn't be!" Blaine laughs. "Just think of the hottest guy you know and go from there."

"Okay." Kurt exhales. His face is tinted red, probably because he's not used to talking about boys, with a boy. A boy he happened to find very attractive and happened to have been his first makeout session just two days ago. Also, people were staring. Well, not staring, not really - but there are definitely looks being thrown their way.

"Okay. Hair color - go."

"Brown. No, black. No, blond..."

"Kurt!"

"This is hard, okay?!"

"If you keep telling me every guy is your type, I'm going to set you up with Homeless Brett."

"Oh god, no. Please don't."

"That's what I thought," Blaine�smirked. "Okay. Tall or short?"

"Hm... Tall, I guess. Well, not particularly tall. Actually now that I think about it-"

"Goodbye." Blaine sighs playfully and closes his book as he begins to stand up. Kurt reaches across the table and grabs his wrist.

�"Wait! Don't go!"

"But I have to go find Homeless Brett and tell him about your date on Friday!"�

"Don't you dare." Kurt attempts to give Blaine a grimace, but the shorter boy just chuckles and sits back down, sadly not intimidated.

"Fine. But I need answers, or else this won't work out well for either of us."

"I'll try," Kurt tries not to smile, letting go of Blaine's wrist when he realizes he's still holding it.

"Okay." Blaine picks up his pen again. "Top three qualities? And don't say 'I don't know,'" he warns.

"This I can do," Kurt promises. "Hm... Honesty. I know, I know, this is at the top of everyone's list, but it's so important. Um... Romance. Is that a quality? Even if it's not. I want a romantic guy. Flowers and chocolate, the whole nine yards. I want someone with a sense of humor but a serious side, and oh... Definitely a musical guy. He doesn't have to play an instrument or anything but at least someone who can appreciate real music. Just... Someone who'll care for me, and be there for me, and respect me. Someone who's into the same things as I am so he doesn't fall asleep when I tell him about my day. Someone who's ambitious and wants the most out of life, who wants big things in the future... Someone who's genuine, open, honest... Someone who'll make me happy." There's silence between the two boys as Blaine scribbles into his book. Kurt clamps a hand over his mouth. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- ramble on you like that. I just-"

"Kurt, it's fine," Blaine assures him, still writing furiously. "It's a lot better than what you were giving me before."

Kurt blushes. He thinks that whoever finally manages to invent a time machine will be someone stuck in a moment like this one. Luckily, Blaine doesn't tease him about it or make him feel bad. In fact, he's being really... Cool about it.�

"I have to warn you, though," Blaine says seriously, prompting Kurt to meet his eyes. "If I find this guy I very well might have to marry him."

Kurt laughs. "How unprofessional." His smile falters a bit, then. He's already made a fool of himself enough in one lunch period, so he figures a few more awkward questions can't hurt. "So... You are-"

"Gay? Yes." Blaine closes the book and takes a sip from his water bottle. "I assumed that was obvious, considering-"

"I know," Kurt interrupts, not wanting to think about Saturday again, because he knows that's where the darker-haired boy is going with this. "I just wanted to make sure. " After a moment he adds, "but if you're gay, why do you-"

"Kiss girls?" He shrugs. "It's easier to not have an emotional connection when I'm not attracted to the gender. I don't know. Plus, I'm saving up for college."

Kurt quirks an eyebrow. "You didn't-"

"I don't charge the first time," Blaine says quickly. There's something about the way he says it that makes Kurt not believe him.

"Okay, stop doing that."

"Stop doing what?"

"Finishing my sentences."

Blaine laughs. "Sorry. I didn't notice I was doing it."

There's a bit of an awkward silence between the two as Kurt picks at his pasta and Blaine finishes up his nachos. Finally Kurt looks up. "Why do you do it?"

Blaine knows what he's talking about. He straightens up a little, his eyes darting down to the table. Suddenly his last nacho is the most interesting thing in the world, and Kurt wishes he hadn't asked.

"I- It's a long story." He says quickly, too quickly, and it's at that moment that the bell rings. He scrambles up and grabs his things. "See you around."

"...Yeah." Kurt watches him rush off, a bit dazed. He's only known him a few days and yet he knows he'll never understand the way his mind works. Oh well - he has plenty of time to try and get it right.