Kurt Hummel's so bright I gotta wear shades

Blaine's friends had told him horror stories about their first kisses – about girls going at them tongue first, about teeth clashing, about too much spit and not enough finesse.

Thad had told him about kissing a girl who always tasted like mushrooms and tortilla chips, no matter what she'd actually eaten that day. "She was really hot, and I liked her a lot, and I love mushrooms and tortilla chips," Thad said. "But it was just creepy. I had to break it off after a few dates."

When Blaine kissed Kurt, his heart almost lurched out of his chest to tap-dance on the table and do a few somersaults over Pavarotti's tiny, bedazzled coffin. Because Kurt's mouth tasted like home, and Kurt's lips knew exactly what they were doing.

So did Blaine's.