"Oh my god, oh my god, Blaine turn it off."
"Why?"
"It's porn, Blaine! I don't want to watch it!"
"It's not porn! It's Spring Awakening! It won a Tony award!"
"Please, Blaine!"
Kurt's head was pressed into Blaine's shoulder, avoiding watching the intimate sex scene between Wendla and Melchior on the screen. Ever since Kurt had told him the reason he liked broadway musicals was because 'the touch of the finger tips is as sexy as it gets', he had wanted to make him watch Spring Awakening. There were no local productions, so the amateurishly filmed version on YouTube had to do.
He sighed, leaned over and pressed the pause button and closed down the window.
"It's off now, Kurt."
His boyfriend reluctantly looked up and after a few moments physically relaxed, sighing dramatically.
"Why did you show me that, Blaine?" Kurt said, eyes fixed on the homepage of his laptop.
"Because I wanted to show you that staying ignorant of sex is one of the worst mistakes you can possibly make in life."
"I'm fine, Blaine! I don't need to know about it. Not yet. I'm fine." He insisted, pushing his chair back and standing in front of his bedroom door, arms crossed.
"Kurt-"
"Why are you pressuring me so much Blaine?"
"I'm not I jus-"
"I'm fine!"
"Listen to me!" Blaine shouted.
Kurt's eyes widened. Blaine had never shouted before. He was normally so calm. Reserved. Dapper.
"Sorry, just... sit down, please." Blaine continued in a quieter tone, gesturing to the chair Kurt had just vacated.
The taller teen obliged, sitting delicately back down, breathing heavily.
"I want to explain to you what happens as the musical progresses," Blaine began.
"Blaine, please-" Kurt tried to stand but Blaine grabbed his hands, forcing him to sit again.
"Listen to me," Kurt paused and nodded, allowing Blaine to continue. "Wendla had no idea that what she just did with Melchior would create a baby, because she had no sex education. In the second half, she finds out she's pregnant. Her mother gets really angry at her and that's when she realises the magnitude of what she's done. Her mother takes her to get an abortion and she dies."
"Blaine, that has nothing to do with me. I can't get pregnant." Kurt closed his eyes, clearly frustrated.
"That's not what I'm trying to get at here, Kurt," Blaine said, placing a hand delicately on his boyfriend's cheek. "If you don't know what you're doing, things can get seriously out of hand. You can get ill, or hurt, or whatever. I don't want something bad to happen to you, even if by the time you have sex, we don't know each other. I want you to be safe."
Kurt swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump forming in his throat from emotion and fear.
"I'm not saying you should never have sex because of the 'what ifs' and the 'maybes', but I need you to be educated," Blaine continued. "I'll even explain stuff to you if you need me to. Whatever you want."
"It's scary, Blaine," Kurt whispered. "I don't want to grow up."
"But if you don't grow up, how will you get out of high school and onto broadway?"
Kurt laughed, his eyes still tearful.
"Come on, Peter Pan. It's time to come home," Blaine smiled, squeezing his hand. "We can watch The Little Mermaid if you want?"
"Yes, please." Kurt said.