Kurt leaned in. "Come on, talk to you when I upset, you know. You can too." Blaine smiled. "Ok, ok. My dad called your dad, and I'm straying here. It's no big deal." He flashed Kurt one of his (patent pending) "Oh, goodness, I'm so dapper, you should just forget what we were talking about" smiles.
Only, Kurt saw a smile that said something closer to, "I am upset, so, so upset," and shook his head, standing up. He put his hands on his hips. He lifted one eyebrow. Blaine didn't stand a chance.
"Kurt... my dad called your dad to call me a, well, a thing, and told me not to come home. I don't particularly want to talk about it, but I appreciate your concern." now Blaine gave Kurt his "polite smile", trying to deter him from the subject. And, no one distracts Kurt Hummel when he is determined.
"You're upset." Kurt said. "Yes?" Blaine lifted an eyebrow. "You don't want to talk." Kurt tried not to snap. Blaine stood up next to him, pulling Kurt's hands off his hips, and holding them. "You're being rather...curt."
Blaine, despite being a cheese ball, got Kurt to crack up. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be. I just want..." Blaine "ssh"-ed him. Kurt rolled his eyes, "Chesseball." Blaine chuckled.
"I know you want me to talk. I'm just not very good at it. Later, ok?" Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead. (This required an embarrassing amount of Blaine being on his tip toes, and a good dash Kurt slouching a smidge, but they made it work.)
"That sounds good. Now, I have three steps to make you forget you ever were upset. Step one, I'm cracking into fins supply of junk food. He has enough in that cabinet to make me gain 300 pounds and break out for the rest of my life., Step two, pick out your favorite musical, my dvds are organized by genre, it the musicals are in the front. Step three, is a secret."
Blaine smirked, "Oh, I am intrigued." Kurt threw a smile at him over his shoulder as he walked away,"Oh, you better be."