Kurt's forehead crinkled up as he listened. It was no secret he didn't always listen when he was in one of his moods, but other than his father, Holly was probably the person he listened to the most. She was honest with him, laid everything out how he needed it, and he appreciated that beyond belief over the years. Like the time he fainted on the Nationals stage right in the middle of his first ever competition solo. After he came to, she sat him down and gave it to him straight... therapy, or consequences he never discovered what they were because he listened after scaring the shit (and embarrassing the hell) out of himself. "I did like it," he confessed quiet. "The rest just doesn't come naturally to me, but he's so... well, he's like a bouncy puppy. He just says and does what he feels, and I guess maybe I need a bit of that in my life. I just still don't get why he wants it with me. But he's very affectionate, very open and honest, and I don't understand how he's a virgin too. He said he was searching and wanted to wait. Sex just seems so... the body worship doesn't seem... I don't even know what I'm trying to say."

He snorted himself. "I don't understand how that constitutes fag hag. It doesn't seem anything like the friendships we have. She seems... really judgemental of his decisions. I don't know. I know he was really bummed and hurt by it, though. He skipped a class to mope. That doesn't seem like him. So I went to see him and took him lunch, and we talked. Just... you make all that stuff look so easy."