Kurt listened but there was still that inability for him to believe the words. He couldn't help but wonder if the sex was the least of his worried. He was sure once Blaine found out how screwed in the head Kurt was with this, he wouldn't want to bother. The sex was cropping up because every time Kurt looked at himself in the mirror right now, he saw fat. Fat all over the place. It plagued him, and he needed to work on that again. He held his hand up. "I don't need any straight chicks in my head. The gay guy is confused enough." He looked at her helplessly, though and sighed. "I really, really like him. I don't understand it, I've never felt it before, but he does something to me that I don't understand. I've never met anyone like him. He thinks he's this embarrassing dork, but... he's not. He's just so open and honest. Joie de vivre. He has it in bucketloads and it's not something I'm sure I've ever had. So, why me? Why does he want me?"

"No, I can't. I don't want people looking at me like that. I don't want to be under spotlights that show all the fa-- blemishes," he quickly corrected, averting his gaze. "I still work with Sue and her squad for Nationals each year to help out, and that's enough for me." But he looked up at her quickly at that, eyebrows raising. "You want a child of your own?"