"I love your lips."
Sam looked at Kurt.
"I wish they were normal, they bring me nothing but trouble, really. Santana wrote song about them once… Trouty Mouth." He explained quickly. "And when I auditioned for Glee club Puck…"
Kurt silenced him with a soft kiss. "Just stop it, please. They are perfect."
"Was it different with Quinn and Santana?"
"Yes. It was empty with Quinn and Santana… And I wasn't allowed to make Na'vi comments afterwards."
"Can we like ever talk about Blaine or…"
"No." he said quickly, but then added: "But I can tell you that you have absolutely nothing to worry about."
"I told Quinn I loved her."
"Oookay." Kurt was for sure confused. "And what does it have to do with anything?"
Sam licked his lips nervously.
"What I'm trying to say is… I was totally wrong. Like, I thought that love is this wanting to be with someone, being an item, hot blondes happily ever after, fence and a dog, something everyone should want and something they expect from you. But it's not. It's like the suit and old pyjamas. You're pyjamas, Kurt."
"I'm not completely sure if I'm okay with being old pyjamas."
"It's something else when you think you love someone at their very best, at the top, when you're wearing the mask, or something like this… You know… And something totally else when… They see you in this pizza-boy uniform, with terrible haircut, and borrow you clothes."