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Finn let out a long, slow breath, studying the wood grain of the table. “That’s the thing…” he said quietly, like he was still trying to figure out how to phrase whatever he was trying to say. “Kurt’s not a him.”
Blaine blinked. “Um, what?” He had absolutely no clue what Finn meant, because he’d seen everything underneath Kurt’s many layers and Kurt was most definitely not a her, either. “What do you mean?”
"He’s not a him," Finn repeated. "He’s a them."