the persistent unwelcome directing of sexual remarks and looks, and unnecessary physical contact at a person, usually a woman, esp in the workplace.
Bolded and italicized for emphasis.
Unwelcome sexual remarks and looks? That lascivious wink in the cafeteria certainly fits that description. It had a definite sexual undertone and was done with the intention of making Kurt uncomfortable, a sentiment manifested clearly by his expression in the scene.
Unnecessary physical contact? Cake topper scene. Everything Karofsky did in that scene was clearly unwanted and was done with the intention of intimidating Kurt (standing unreasonably close to him despite Kurt telling him that he didn’t want him anywhere near him, trailing his hand down his chest, etc.)
When people say that Karofsky sexually harassed and assaulted Kurt, we are not saying that it’s essentially the same thing as raping him. But by its very definition, what Karofsky did to Kurt was sexual harassment.
And while I don’t want to get into the victim-blaming bullshit people have spewed, even by their standards, in the examples I gave above, Karofsky was the one who initiated contact.
“Well he looks like your type in his ID photo,” Thad teases, flipping the aforementioned ID over to squint at the laminated card in his hand. Blaine suddenly reaches forward and snatches it back with a cluck of his tongue.
“Listen, it has nothing to do with that - I’m just trying to be a good person. I’d want someone to return my wallet if I’d lost it.”
Thad’s known Blaine for a long time now - well, long in the way a high school student measures time. It’s been three semesters he’s known Blaine - and he’s never seen him so nervous to meet a complete stranger to hand over a wallet or anything else like it. Blaine can pretend that he’s just being a a positive citizen but he’s clearly already enamored with this Kurt guy — and that’s just from an awkward shoddy driver’s license photo. How Thad got dragged to the Lima Bean to witness what’s bound to be a fairly awkward exchange is beyond him, really.
“There he is,” Blaine says suddenly, looking over Thad’s shoulder at the door, and yeah - definitely enamored. Thad looks behind him to see a tall, lithe brunet enter the shop, dressed to the nines in an outfit that looks more expensive than his and Blaine’s tuition for Dalton combined. He looks curiously, a little cautiously over the crowd in the coffee shop, obviously looking for whoever’s called his father’s shop like a creep (“He had a Hummel’s Tire and Lube business card - I figured whoever owned it probably was related to him somehow — they have the same last name !!”) so he could get his wallet back and get back to his day. Blaine, though, has this silly faraway look in his eyes. Even Thad, self-proclaimed romantic and cheeseball can’t deal with the goo-goo eyes.
“Are you going to go give it back to him?” Thad asks finally, laughing a little. Blaine looks back at him as if he’d forgotten he was sitting there. Suddenly, Thad felt someone at his shoulder and when he looked up, it was the boy from the doorway, looking at them both curiously.
“Are either of you Blaine Anderson?” He wonders, and he’s got this lilting voice, steady and quiet. Thad would bet he’s a singer and he can tell Blaine’s already come to that conclusion too because Blaine basically melts when Kurt opens his mouth.
“That’s me -” He says, “How did you know?”
Kurt smiles at Blaine and sticks his hand out in his direction. Thad watches with a grin as he’s already forgotten.
“You said you were Dalton students. You’re the only two in here with blazers on. I’m a regular detective.” He says, focused on Blaine completely.
Thad takes the silence and the staring as a sign to excuse himself, standing and patting Kurt on his arm gently to steer around him.
“Well I have a ton of homework or something to do that involves me not being here,” He says, as he steps away. They both look over at him briefly, nodding.
As he walks away, he sees Kurt take his seat in his peripheral vision, and as he pushes out the front door, he hears Blaine:
“I have to be honest — I’m using this to just talk to you. I’ve seen you here so many times and when I saw you accidentally left your wallet at the counter yesterday I couldn’t help but think this could be the push I needed to talk to you.”
There’s a chuckle, and then, “Well, then - I must be honest and admit that I may have left my wallet in hopes you’d be the one to return it. Why’d you think there was really nothing in it but that business card and my ID?”