You've got a heart of gold, a perfect original.
Blaine stood in the drug store and flipped through a magazine while waiting for Kurt to find some fancy moisturizer that only that specific chain carried. He came across a picture of Channing Tatum, one of Kurt's absolute favorites, and professed man crush. He smiled, Channing was cute, but he felt a pit forming in his stomach. He would never look like that.
"Hey, are you all set?" Kurt asked.
"Um, yeah, let's go," Blaine replied. They started walking back to the loft, Blaine studying his shoes and the cracks on the sidewalks.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Blaine replied.
"You're being really quiet," Kurt said. "You haven't said a word since we left the drug store."
"I don't know, I was just thinking, I'll never look like those big, body-building guys in the magazines that impress you so much," Blaine said.
Kurt stopped walking and turned to Blaine. "Where on earth did you get the idea that you were not the most impressive, beautiful, wonderful person in the world to me?" Kurt asked him.
"From a shirtless picture of Channing Tatum," Blaine replied.
Kurt sighed and linked arms with him. "As wonderful as Channing is, he is, alas, but a fantasy. You're real. Your love is real. And so is mine," Kurt said.
Blaine smiled. "You always know how to make me feel better," Blaine said.
"You know what? Let's go out tonight. I want to show you off to the world," Kurt said.
Blaine laughed. "Alright," he said. They went back to the loft and got ready for their night on the town.