As they pull away from the kiss, there is just one question Kurt has to ask.

"How do boys' lips taste, Brittany?" He asks nervously, as Brittany is on top of him.

"It's different every time. I kissed a boy who tasted like zebra stripes once." Shaking off that confusing thought, there is one more question he needs to ask.

"And..how do I taste?" There is hesitation as his voice dies down to a whisper.

"How do you taste? Hmm," She says, thinking about it, though it must be hard for someone like her. "You taste like strength, Kurt."