The walk back to the car was quiet. Blaine knew Kurt was mad. He should have kept his big mouth shut. I'm such an idiot. He opened up the passenger side door.
"Kurt—I'm sorry."
Kurt shook his head and sat down, too irritated to speak. Blaine sighed and shut the door. He walked around to the driver's side, wishing he could think of something to say to fix things.
He opened the door, and turned on the car. Kurt and Blaine had been taking turns driving each other to school. It was a good excuse to get a little extra time together and their parents (sort of) bought the argument that they were saving on gas this way. Usually they'd take a little time to kiss a bit in the car, and if no one was home wander up to a bedroom for a little more than that. Blaine knew his parents weren't home, for the first time in two weeks- but now that Kurt was mad, he wasn't sure he had anything like that to look forward to.
Blaine started driving. At the first stoplight, he took a breath and turned to Kurt. "Look, it's not like I called him. Sebastian called me, it was innocent."
"Uh huh. Sebastian Smythe is a lot of things. Innocent isn't one of them."
"You think he's some kind of… predator, or something. You don't even know him."
"And you do? Because you talk on the phone all the time?"
"No!" Blaine was frustrated. "That's not what I meant."
"I've told you he makes me uncomfortable, Blaine. I don't like the way he talks to you. Even if you're not into him, as you claim-"
"I'm not."
"-he's clearly into you. We talked about this. I thought you said you were going to keep your distance from him."
"What was I supposed to do? He called about a dry-cleaning problem of all things, Kurt."
"Yeah I'm sure he would love an excuse to talk about having to take clothes off—"
"You make it sound like he's sending me dirty pictures or something—"
"Well, how should I know if he isn't? I told you I didn't like you two talking online all the time, I thought I could trust you not to be talking to him on the phone."
"Look, I've never invited him out anywhere, and whenever he calls asking for me to meet up with him I just say I have plans. I told you, he doesn't mean anything to me."
"When he calls? And how often is that?"
"I don't know—maybe… four or five times since we last saw him."
"Uh huh. You've spoken to him four or five times and you didn't tell me. He's been asking you to meet up with him again."
Blaine chewed on his lip. "W-well I guess I figured you'd probably…" his voice got quieter. "…freak out a little."
A horn honked behind them and Blaine had to turn his attention back to the road.
Kurt was not happy. "You think this is freaking out?"
"I didn't—mean it like that. I meant, like, I know he bothers you… so I—" Blaine hedged, "I thought you wouldn't really want to hear about it."
Kurt stared at Blaine. Blaine ventured a look over at him and then quickly turned his eyes back to the road, caught. "I… guess I was wrong."
"Yeah. You were wrong."
There was a long silence. Blaine drove home, not knowing what to say. As he pulled in the driveway, he thought about how he'd started the morning in such a good mood. Quite frankly he'd spent a good part of the day looking forward to getting laid like he had this time last week. With his dad working from home so much these days there weren't always as much opportunity for private time. Kurt's going to stew on this all night now.
Blaine turned off the car. "You think the rest of Glee is going to stay mad about the set list thing for awhile?" he asked meekly.
Kurt grunted. "Ya think?"
Blaine looked down at his lap.
Kurt studied Blaine for a moment. "You do get that this is a big deal?"
Blaine swallowed, unable to look up. "Kinda."
"They were just starting to trust that you're not some kind of double agent, you know."
"They don't really think—"
"Well, they're certainly going to wonder now!"
Blaine scowled. "I wasn't leaking state secrets or anything. I just told him about how I've always found club soda gets most stains out, and then he was asking how it was going at McKinley and… I don't know! It just came out! I was excited about doing Michael Jackson!"
"We all were. I told you not to trust him."
"I get it. He's… very competitive. I—should have known better."
"Exactly." Kurt got out of the car and shut the door.
Blaine slowly emerged from the car. He saw Kurt headed towards his front porch. "Oh, are we still-?" he blurted.
Kurt turned around. His tone was icy. "We're going up to your room. But no, recreational activity is canceled today young man."
Blaine's throat felt dry. "Young man" talk was never good.
"It's clear that someone needs to be disciplined today."
Blaine rubbed at the back of his neck, uncomfortable. "K-kurt, it won't happen again—"
"That's right. It won't. Because we're going to address expectations about keeping things from me. About being in contact with a person you agreed to back away from. And about the matter of leaking the set list to our primary competition. And next time he calls you're going to let the phone ring. Understand?"
Blaine felt smaller next to him. "Yes sir," he replied timidly. Kurt stared at him until he picked up his feet and headed to the front door. This day was not turning out at all like he had planned.