[Hunk's read about situations like these in stories. He's seen Lance flirt at school. Heck, he's even seen people make out in positions like these in the hallways back at the dorms. But he's never been in one himself. He's never imagined himself in one, even. It just seemed... weird. Unlike him, even.

Yet here he was, Kurt pressed flush against him with his back against the wall and Hunk wondering idly if it hurt his tail to be pressed there like that.

Oh, and naturally, he was also bright red. Because that was helping. Was it normal for your mouth to totally dry out in situations like these? He'd have to ask his buddies later, when his brain was working again.]

You're... what're you... [he clears his throat] You really have no idea, do you? [He stares for a moment in wonder; he doesn't even think he was ever this innocent.]