Kurt wonders if you think it’s odd he’s your soulmate. You’ve never complained, of course, but he can’t help thinking if you’d prefer someone who… didn’t look like him.

“I’ll clean up,” he immediately offers once you’ve finished dinner. Kurt takes your plate, intent on putting off the conversation he’s wanted to have. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if you say you don’t want him as your soulmate. It’s not like he can change that. Maybe he shouldn’t ask. The answer won’t do anything but hurt.