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So here's what you missed on Glee:

After getting slushied in the face for years and dealing with Karofsky's bullying, Kurt's decided to take a few defense lessons from the Black Widow herself - ( "I... just wanted to say thank you, again, for letting me participate in this course, and how much I'm looking forward to future lessons. You kind of blew

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"Height is... a detail which receives greater contention in my world," Kurt explained with a knowing arch of his brow. "At least, when it comes to women, certainly. With men, taller might be better a majority of the time, but expectations run pretty far and wide with the fairer sex, to be a little blunt. Supermodels, those supposedly painted as ideals in our world, have to be pretty tall to make it by. My height, at least, if not significantly taller in many cases. Yet, when you see the girls with most dates at my age, I'd have to say that shorter girls get just as much attention, if not more, than taller ones. Maybe it has something to do with men often feeling intimidated by having to approach someone taller than themselves."

Tempted though Kurt was to ask more about the line between Piers and Pierrette, the slight gap in time caught him just before he could, silencing him instead as he considered her question with an expression pleasantly surprised. "As for feeling more like you should, darling, that's all I could ever want for you, and if it so happens that you feel safe in my company, you are more than welcome to it whenever you need," he impressed as gently yet insistently as he could.

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"I have always been petite, even amongst the children who were younger." She explained earnestly. "But suddenly in this place I was so much more aware of it. I'm not a child anymore, but here I am towered over. The men here are taller than the men of home, and the women as well. I feel so small some days, like I am so much younger than I really am." Pierrette had grown accustomed to that feeling even before the island, thanks to her years of study in Anselm's keep. So much time passed with her master, decades blurring together. When she finally went home after weeks and months she had difficulty remembering how old she really was.

The look she gave Kurt was fond and not for the first time she felt that dangerous tumble in her belly, the one that made her think of Marcus and of Lovi of home. "You have a blessing," she told him, and for that moment she could believe that Ma had sent him to the island so she could have moments like this, where they could talk and joke and be friends. "There are no men like you in Citharista, I find that to be a terrible loss."

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Offering a thin laugh, Kurt had to wonder what she meant by men like him. Of course, he knew the trait which most people plucked out as being characteristic of him, even if Kurt himself felt that it was more about his preferences than about himself as a person. Somehow, though, he didn't get the sense that Pierrette was the type of character to focus on such a detail, certainly not the type to bring it up, so he found himself with an unsettling mix of trepidation and curiosity, gaze momentarily dropping to the bar before he took another sip of his drink, setting the glass back down with a light tap and tapping his own index finger to this temple.

"I suppose that depends on the type of man you think I am. It could just be that I've done remarkably well in the acting department, making you think that I'm a completely normally functioning guy," he joked with a light shrug. "But really, Pierrette, you're the blessing. I always feel like we're able to talk to each other quite easily. It's not something I find with most people."

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Pierrette followed his gaze, a sense of wonder filling her. She was a watcher, perception was her tool for survival, the key to keeping her poised and alert. She knew not everyone was as easily happy as the surface might tell but to see a moment of doubt or a flicker of shattered confidence left her curious. Her friend was a spectacular sort, the kind she had never seen before him. It seemed impossible for anything to break his shell so easily, but she resolved to not pursue it so soon. It was Kurt's story to tell and as his friend she would to him the courtesy of letting him choose what he was ready to tell her.

"You are too modest." She told him, warm but firm. "I did not lie when I said there are no men like you I have known. You are... winsome. Aside from my master the men I have known have always been... cold, without tact. You inspire warmth and safety, you shine in a way I never thought men could. You are not a brute or simply one of the gens. I am ashamed to say I thought all men were this way, but now I see differently. You have taught me."