Kurt had never been a religious person. Where some children grew up through the ranks of Sunday School and Bible Study, Kurt had spent his Holy days amongst library copies of Redbook and Harper's. His crucifix was the bite of swollen ankles after six inch heels; his holy water was Evian.
After publicly denouncing the existence of any God in front of the entirety of New Directions and the subsequent fall out of such a claim, his resolution in the matter became dead firm. No low-budget Catholic film on youtube or sidewalk preacher could convince him otherwise.
There was no God.
And then Blaine happened.
Kurt learned reverence, devotion, worship at the hands of Blaine. Where Jesus might have lived within the heart of any standard Lima Titan was a shrine dedicated to the Saint of Blaine.
