The mention of his -- in retrospect, extremely boring and basic-- screen name has Corrigan wincing a little, embarrassed, about to laugh and try to explain himself. But Kurt's gazing up at him all starry-eyed and delighted and worshipful, practically bouncing up and down with excitement. They're just as excited that he's him as he is that they're...them.

And then he laughs genuinely, warmly, hands finding Kurt's hips to turn them around so he can look down properly into that giddy, grinning face. They're adorable like this, loose hair and big adoring eyes, giving up their big secret so easily, so trusting. Because Kurt knows him, like he knows them. And it makes something soft and tender in his chest acheI.

"Oh, baby, I know," he replies, hands finding their face again, cradling their flushed cheeks, gazing down at them. "I've known it was you since the second you smiled at me. I'd know that smile anywhere." He leans down, rests his forehead against theirs for a moment, closes his eyes. "I never thought I'd get -- this. Get you like this, in the flesh. Not have to share you with anyone else."