"Yeah?" Kurt didn't look up from his plate, where he was currently smearing his ketchup around with a French fry. He usually never ate French fries – his complexion couldn't handle all the grease and saturated fat – but he was depressed, and Blaine had told him to order whatever he wanted.
"Do you mind if I ask you kind of a personal question?"
Kurt now looked up and met Blaine's eyes, his heart stuttering a bit, whether from the eye contact or the prospect of someone wanting to know about his personal life, he couldn't say. "What is it?"
"You said… what happened was your first kiss that counted. So… there have been others that didn't?"
Kurt wasn't sure why it mattered to Blaine, but he didn't really care – something about him made Kurt want to tell him everything about himself, even the stupid, embarrassing things. And, oddly enough, Blaine seemed to genuinely care. Kurt popped the ketchup-soaked French fry into his mouth and ate it, trying to figure out how to explain things.
"It was just the one time. It was stupid, really. It was with a girl." Blaine's eyebrows shot up. "I know, I know, I mean – look at me, I've known how I am for as long as I can remember. But… I was upset that I felt like my dad was becoming closer with Finn – Finn's… well, he'll probably be my stepbrother soon enough." Blaine nodded. "But anyways, he was hanging out with Finn all the time, and I was jealous, so for about two days last year I pretended to be straight."
Blaine didn't laugh, but instead tilted his head to one side and smiled crookedly. "And in the space of two days you managed to get a girl to kiss you? Please, tell me your ways – there are many guys at Dalton whom I'm sure would love to hear your secrets."
Kurt laughed. "It wasn't like that. Her name's Brittany, and she was only after me in order to keep her perfect record of having made out with everyone in school. She's probably the stupidest person alive – she thinks the square root of four is rainbows."
Blaine did laugh at that. "I can see why you would say that doesn't count. But what makes this time so different?"
Kurt flushed in angry embarrassment. He didn't want to talk about this anymore – mocking Brittany was so much easier. "Because I'd never been kissed by a boy before," he muttered, talking to his puddle of ketchup again. "I wanted the first time to be special." He laughed ruefully. "I even tried to ask Brittany what it's like, kissing a boy. She was absolutely unhelpful – although now that I think about it, her description was pretty accurate, aside from the part about her armpits."
Blaine blinked, confused, but decided it was best not to ask and shook his head in order to clear it. Getting back to the point, he continued, "And I understand that it hurts to have something taken away from you that was supposed to be special." Kurt's eyes welled up with tears again as he kept staring at his plate, his remaining fries left untouched. This was not helping. "But this doesn't have to 'count' either – in fact, I'd say it counts less than Brittany, seeing as this time was forced upon you. You didn't kiss back, did you?"
It was mostly a rhetorical question, but Kurt swiped at his eyes and replied, "No." He hadn't thought about that.
"Well, there you go. It doesn't count. You can still hold out for your first real kiss." Blaine reached across the table and covered Kurt's hand with his. Kurt automatically turned his palm-up and squeezed Blaine's hand as a silent show of thanks.
"And who knows," Blaine continued – his tone had changed, though, as if he were nervous about what he was going to say. "It might not be as far off as you think."
Kurt looked up from their clasped hands, half-expecting to see Blaine leaning towards him over the table. Instead, Blaine simply lifted his hand to his lips, and kissed the back of it. Rather than being disappointed, Kurt smiled just as brightly as he had upon first meeting Blaine. Usually Kurt was about as close to a feminist as one could get without actually being female, but… he was pretty sure he could get used to this kind of chivalry.