Kurt Hummel's so bright I gotta wear shades

Here's another ficlet I started the week after 3.05 The First Time and never finished. I think I intended it to be part of the same fic as this, which is probably why I never finished either of them. They are so different, tonally. Of course, so were Kurt and Blaine for much of that episode.

It ends just before the "If you see any of Rachel's campaign posters, feel free to tear them down"/"Do you think we're too sheltered as artists?" that takes place in canon.

Kurt POV, 816 words, no warnings. Unless you need to be warned for science.( Kurt almost didn't sign up for astronomy. Since his freshman year at McKinley, he's always associated the astronomy room – and hence, the entire field of science – with straight kids making out. )

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.