There's a part of Kurt tempted to wipe his mind clean, sing in protest, anything to block out thoughts of how lucky Karofsky might have gotten. It's not really specific to the guy. Well, it is— in as much as Kurt never really wants to think about his acquaintances in bed, never even really fantasized about Finn beyond kisses and hand-holding and the things that are permitted in a PG-13 rom com. More importantly, though, it just feels like such a private matter, something that he shouldn't be allowed to know about another person. It's also for this reason that porn is practically impossible for him to watch.

And at least there, people generally consent to being filmed and showing themselves off to others while so compromised.

Cheeks and neck and ears all flaring red, Kurt continues to stare into his cup and nods. "Yeah, okay," he stammers, biting down on his lips.