Kurt's horrible, grouchy mood improves dramatically when Blaine arrives at his house, carrying two coffees, one for each of them.
"Oh my god, I love you. Gimme." Kurt takes his nonfat mocha and closes his eyes as he takes a sip. "Mm... Best boyfriend ever."
Blaine laughs and kicks off his shoes. They both head into the living room to lounge on the couch. "What was so bad about today anyway? Anything I should be worried about?"
"Not really, just Puck, being an asshole as usual. It's not a big deal."
"What did he do? I'll kick his ass." Blaine smirks.
Kurt rolls his eyes and manages to crack a smile. "My hero." He takes another sip. "It was just a stupid conversation, when he was here watching TV with Finn. He's a jerk."
Blaine sips from his own coffee and pats Kurt's knee. "Why don't you tell me what happened?"
"Well at first they were ignoring me, talking about their love lives. How hard Lauren makes Puck work for it, how Rachel won't 'put out' at all, that kind of thing." He makes a disgusted face. "I almost left the room, because I did not need to hear about how awesome Rachel's boobs are, believe me."
Blaine laughs into his coffee cup.
"But then Puck started going on about how in almost every relationship, there's a prude, and it's always the girl. So naturally, he started trying to figure out which one of us is the girl in our relationship."
Blaine's expression turns more serious, but he doesn't interrupt.
"He was like 'Either you both want it all the time - which, if you did, you wouldn't be sitting here with us right now - or one of you is putting the brakes on.' Can you believe that?"
Blaine shakes his head. "Incredible."
"So I was like 'Shut up Puck, you don't know what you're talking about,' and he just kept on going, like the neanderthal that he is. Like 'It's you isn't it? Protecting your precious virtue, making poor Blaine suffer like that.'"
"What did you do?"
"Nothing, I don't know. I was in shock. He was like 'I know you don't know this, 'cause you don't have one, but a man can't help but think with his dick. And you're probably giving your boyfriend blueballs.' It was horrible."
"Didn't Finn say anything about it?"
"He just laughed and told him to quit it. God." Kurt rubs his face with his hand and sighs deeply. "How long until I can leave this stupid, backward town?"
Blaine nods in agreement. "Asshole. I really will kick his ass for you if you want."
Kurt grins, and leans in to kiss Blaine. "That's why you're my favorite."
Blaine raises his eyebrows. "Favorite what exactly?"
"My favorite of all my boyfriends. Obviously." Kurt sticks his tongue out.
"Oh really." Blaine chuckles and sips his coffee. "Don't worry. This time next year we'll be in New York, mocking all these small-minded jerks from the safety of our twenty-fourth story apartment."
"Ooh, and doing nothing but music and fashion for our homework."
"Working in a fancy upscale menswear boutique on the weekend?"
"And not having any roommates or anything, so we can walk around naked whenever we want."
Blaine looks at Kurt, startled. "Really?"
"Really what?"
"You'd really want me to walk around our apartment naked?"
Kurt laughs and shoves Blaine lightly in the arm. "Of course, you're my hot boyfriend! Why wouldn't I want you to?"
"Well I just, it's just that when I'm naked, I don't exactly look like... your boyfriend..."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well I just. You know..." Blaine blushes. "It's just that Puck might have been sort of wrong about which one of us is the girl..."
Kurt makes a face. "Blaine, don't be stupid. You're not a girl. We both know you're not."
"I know that, I just... The more you saw me naked, the more you'd have to be reminded, about my, uh..."
"I told you, I don't have a problem with your body." Kurt dismisses that notion with a wave of his hand. "Anyway, that's a year away. I would hope I'll have seen enough of you by then to be used to it."
"Yeah, by then you will. I just didn't think you'd be thinking about that stuff already. I mean, just the other day you said you wished my body was more like yours..."
Kurt tilts his head. "What? When did I say that?"
"When I said I could feel, uh... you, and you said you wished you could feel me too..."
"Oh, Blaine..." Kurt takes Blaine's drink from him and puts both cups on the coffee table. He puts an arm around Blaine's shoulders and snuggles into his side. "I didn't mean it like that. And sure, maybe I've thought about it. Before, when I didn't know yet. I imagined you naked, and it involved... body parts pretty similar to mine, partly because that's all I have experience with. And I thought it would be hot."
Blaine nods, frowning.
"But then I found out what you really look like, and that's even hotter."
Blaine snorts and makes a disbelieving face.
"Honestly," Kurt says. "The real thing is so much better than a fantasy." He kisses Blaine's neck softly. "I love touching you. I love the way you move, and the sounds you make... I admit I'm not used to it yet. It's all new and it's still kind of weird. But when we're together, and I'm the one that gets to make you fall apart, it's so sexy. I can't even describe it."
Blaine turns his head and meets his eyes. "Really?"
"Really." Kurt kisses Blaine's mouth, then deepens the kiss, and strokes Blaine's chest with his hand.
Blaine pulls back enough to say "Wanna go upstairs and prove how sexy it is?"
Kurt laughs. "My dad will be home any second. Sorry."
"Drat."
"So just snuggles I guess." Kurt kisses Blaine's cheek.
Blaine picks up his coffee so he can keep drinking it while giving one-armed snuggles. "So... you still find it weird."
"Yeah. Not because of how you look, or how it feels or anything. Just because of, you know, what it says about me. We've already talked about this. I don't want to bore you."
"Kurt, you could never bore me. I want you to talk about it, if it's on your mind."
"Ok, well," he blushes. "I might have been sort of... checking out girls lately."
"Really?" Blaine smirks and tries not to laugh.
"Yeah, you know, to see if I'm interested in them now."
"And?"
"I'm so not. There's no interest at all."
Blaine really does laugh now. "I'm shocked. This comes as a complete surprise."
"Shut up, it was a useful experiment. It's just that now I'm just as confused as before."
"Why? You like guys, you've always liked guys."
"I know but I also like, uh, doing things to you," Kurt blushes bright red, "and I've been thinking about having actual, real sex with you. Penetrative sex. Not of the anal variety."
"Really? You like that idea?" Blaine smiles a surprised, blushing smile.
Kurt nods.
"Cool..." Blaine's eyes glaze over momentarily. "But that still doesn't mean you just like me for my private parts. You said yourself I'm not a girl. You're still gay."
"I guess so. I just, I kind of wish I knew what other people would do in this situation."
"Kurt, there are really only two options. Either they break up or they stay together. Why do you care what other people would do?"
"No, I just mean, are you sure I still qualify as gay?"
Blaine shrugs. "I don't know, maybe you're not. Maybe you're homoflexible. Maybe you're pansexual. Maybe you like people based on their personalities, not what's in their pants. Personally I'd call that a good thing."
Kurt pulls away from Blaine and picks up his own coffee. He takes a long sip from it, looking pensive. Then he returns to Blaine's side, switching their positions, so Blaine's arm is around him this time. "You know how I dated Brittany once?"
"Yeah. Which is still adorable, by the way."
"I tried really hard to be straight that week. I thought the sexiest things about her I possibly could. In the end I figured I could maybe make it work if she was secretly a boy. At the time, what parts she had seemed really important."
Blaine nods. "Maybe stuff like that matters less when you actually have a real relationship, based on more than just trying to prove something."
"Yeah, maybe you're right." Kurt kisses Blaine's cheek, then slides down a bit to rest his head against Blaine's shoulder. "Maybe it matters less when you're actually in love."