This is the first conversation of like three conversations that leads to you being gay.

[showbizpanache]

Who: Jack Kelly and Kurt Hummel
When: BACKDATED to during the day on March 29th before Kurt was mindfucked.
Where: A cafe gettin' lunch.
Summary: Jack has Gay Things he needs to talk about. Kurt is good at dealing with Gay Things. He's like the professor of Gay Things.
Warnings: Sexuality questioning? Not too much of a warning, but there you are.



It was crisp and cold, and Kurt wondered if Siren's Port would be seeing the sun anytime soon. He hated wearing sunscreen, sure (and he always had to before he even thought about going outside on a sunny day), but he was tired of the dreariness. It just made everything shitty more shitty, and he gave a long-suffering sigh as he ordered his midday coffee and lunch.

He found a quiet place near a window, curling up to eat his small sandwich and read a fashion magazine. It wasn't as though he really enjoyed solitude; he was just very equipped to dealing with it.

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[allucinator]

Needs. What a way to put it. Jack nearly snorted, bitterly amused by both his and Kurt's clear awkwardness with the subject. Sex, just say it, he ordered himself coldly, but didn't say the word aloud.

"No," he said, shrugging. "We tried once, a bit, and she got uncomfortable and I told her we didn't have to do anythin' she don't wanna. And we don't." He glanced at Kurt. "The last thin' I wanna do is push her into it. But . . ."

[showbizpanache]

"Well," said Kurt, beginning to relax. He'd initially felt defensive, but he always became prickly when it came to his own insecurities. Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself that he and Jack were largely on the same page, and that he needed to be a friend here.

"I...won't delve into any graphic details," he began, "but I had...many reservations about sex as well. At first. As you know. And Blaine understood and respected that, but-- Honestly, I felt like I needed to be pushed a little after a while. Not--aggressively, no, nothing of the sort--but gently and slowly. I can't say that I'm completely over every reservation I've had, but I'm much more comfortable now."

He shifted a little, getting more comfortable. "Everything is scarier when it doesn't have a face. But if you confront the topic and speak frankly about it, it seems less threatening. And then it just isn't anymore."