Chapter 19: Props

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AN: I am aware that there were two episodes last night, but this-in my opinion, because it is near and dear to my heart-needed to happen after Props and before Nationals. There is a separate chapter for Nationals after this :)

PS. Kurt probably enjoys Jersey Shore, but I think that show is the definition of trashy, so because I am the author I'm going to pretend Kurt dislikes it too.

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Kurt didn't understand how people could be so ignorant. Even people who it seemed should be accepting and helpful still judged and tried to make him into something he wasn't.

He wasn't a girl. He didn't identify as a girl, and the thought of dressing in drag made him cringe. Not that he wasn't fine with people who were like that, but that wasn't who he was.

He was a countertenor, sure, and sometimes he wore a sweater or a hat that was in the woman's section (come on, they were in Ohio, it's not like there were many clothing stores that catered to the fashionable young man), and he enjoyed mocking the first-grade-drop-outs who managed to get on television, but that didn't mean he didn't love being a guy. He was comfortable in his own skin and had no qualms with his muscles or his thin waist or his... man-bits (hey, just because he's comfortable with sex and dirty-talking doesn't mean he has to be comfortable with the word 'penis', okay?)

Why did people see him as a girl? He was born gay, not trans, and he liked his guy cloths, even though they were extremely fashionable.

'I though you would understand,' 'For you, of all people, to get down on me for that'.

What made anyone think he would understand any sexuality but his own? The concept of being a girl born as a man or vice versa was completely lost on him, and why straight boys and lesbians liked breasts and curves confused him beyond all belief, but everyone somehow thought because he was gay and had a high pitched voice he should understand the feelings of every non-straight person on the planet. Well, news flash, he didn't.

He was Kurt Hummel and he knew exactly who he was. Why did that instantly make him the symbol of everyone who was different?

He didn't mean to be harsh, but that's how it was. Why was he expected to understand everything when no one understood that?

"Kurt?"

He started at the voice. When had...?

"Are you alright, angel?"

Kurt turned up from where he was curled on the floor, looking into concerned honey eyes.

Blaine was there. His Blaine. His beautiful curly haired prince. The person who loved and accepted and understood him unconditionally. The love of his life.

So what if some people pressured him or thought he was something he wasn't? This wonderful, amazing man loved him for exactly who he was.

Kurt smiled up at his lover and said honestly "I'm perfect."