"Right," Kurt reluctantly agree with a tight smile across the table when he looked back and forth between Puck and Quinn again. He finally paused on Puck, and couldn't help but feel that this could force him into Quinn's direction, and Kurt wasn't sure he liked that idea at all. It was no secret that back in school Puck really was not one of his favourite people by any means, and considering Kurt's recent encounter with Blaine's other supposed best friend, Kurt was beyond wary how to take any of them right now. He hoped Puck realised that if he pulled any bullshit with Quinn, Kurt would pull the plug, and viciously so, and Blaine could well end up collateral damage in the mix. He was sure it was the case, but he hoped Puck valued Blaine's friendship more than Rachel apparently did.

Blaine's enquiries were what alerted Kurt to the fact he was projecting his discomfort, though. He wasn't masking well enough, and he had to stop that quick smart. He could make it through this. Only... bowling? It wasn't just dinner. Boy, Blaine seemed to be an endless supply of energy. But he had brought Tylenol. He cared enough to think in advance that Kurt might need it, and it was so sweet that Kurt suddenly really did not want to ruin this for Blaine with his hang-ups. His features lost the tension as he met Blaine's gaze and a genuine smile this time appeared. "I feel great. I promise. I'm sure dinner and... dessert will be wonderful." He could eat it. If he paced himself, and then went home to work out a bit, it wouldn't cause him to put on any weight. It was fine. It was good. He had control of this.

And then the pizza arrived, tray upon tray of it laid out in the middle of the table in front of them. Oh Jesus Fucking Christ in drag...