Kurt was close to bursting. He wasn't sure why, he just was. It was like he'd gone through a bad breakup, and he didn't know why. He had ice cream, romantic movies that made him cry, and Rachel by his side to share his pain. He still couldn't figure out why this was all happening.
Why was he upset that he didn't talk to Blaine? Why did he build up the courage to try just as he left? Why was he acting like this?
He certainly didn't know, and neither did Rachel. Admittedly, she knew that he was still vulnerable and young, and definitely naïve, but even this was a stretch for Kurt Hummel.
"He's not even worth it," Kurt pointed out after he'd finished a mouthful of ice cream. "Right? He's just some guy."
Rachel couldn't answer, she just sighed. Every part of her ached for her friend; he'd been through so much and coming to Chicago was supposed to be a fresh start for him, a chance for him to find a guy who loved him and wanted to be with him, yet this... This wasn't what she was expecting to happen at all.
"Kurt," she finally said softly. "Take a second to think about what you're doing. You're crying over a boy you haven't even talked to because you're worried he won't like you. It's worth a shot to actually see if you're right, isn't it?"
"But Rachel-"
"But nothing," Rachel quickly interrupted. "I've heard from a couple people that Blaine's gay. You need to try this."
"He's... really? I figured with the way he was talking to all the girls that-"
"Kurt."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I'll only say this once more: try it. If it fails, we watch The Notebook and eat so much ice cream we might burst and move on."
Kurt looked at the TV, seeing whatever rom-com he and Rachel had decided on playing through, though nobody was watching it. He looked back at the girl, her eyes fierce and confident, yet loving and concerned. He let out a sigh, dropping his head forward on his shoulders, and nodded. "When am I going to see him again, though? He wouldn't be doing another shoot for us for weeks."
"I'll see if I can find him," Rachel said warmly as she leaned over to rest her head on Kurt's shoulder. "I really want you to be happy, darling. You deserve it more than anyone I know."
"Thanks, Rach," Kurt said, his voice slightly shaky through his closed throat. He didn't want to cry over Blaine, it was just happening. He couldn't believe himself, to be honest. This was one of the most childish things he's ever done. He managed to build up this amazing fantasy in his head of what Blaine would be like, so if he wasn't anything like that, Kurt would be crushed.
He sighed sadly. The fact that some random photographer was getting into his head like this was annoying and somehow welcoming at the same time. He couldn't explain it. Blaine had this way about him that just drew Kurt to him. He couldn't stop.