we can burn brighter than the sun

"So she knows about you, and she... kind of knows about what we are to one another, although I'm willing to bet that she hasn't stopped to think about the anatomy of it," Kurt says, seated next to Blaine in a cozy booth near the back corner of Life of Pie, a cafe with a specialty in pastries and baked goods. "Actually, I doubt that she's been exposed to much male anatomy either, so intimacy might be off the cards for now. Unless she asks about it. Oh god, what do we do if a Disney princess asks us about bumping uglies? I'm not sure my brain could handle it."

For the past ten minutes, Kurt's words have been flying at a mile a minute, starting as soon as the server walked out of earshot. Underneath the table, he grabs at Blaine's hand, holding tightly to it to try and gain some confidence and calm.

Not that Blaine is likely to know how to tread these waters any better than Kurt does.

"Anyway, she is at least okay with us knowing all about her world and her story. I actually suspect that she came here before the end of her movie. Well, really, it's obvious that she did given her hair," Kurt speculates, rolling his eyes and bumping palm to forehead. "I'm not as calm as I should be right now."

Pouting, Kurt leans over slightly, briefly resting his chin against Blaine's shoulder. "I just really want her to like you," he confesses.