By now, something was pegging Blaine as slightly out of the ordinary. He wasn't sure what it was, or if it was just the awkward of the forced double-date, but as Kurt stood, Blaine looked between him and then Puck and Quinn across the table questioningly. Were they all just being polite and really hated the restaurant he chose? He was suddenly getting a little paranoid and wanted to do a quick sniff check on his armpit to see if he smelled or something. He had just been so excited about tonight and the four of them hanging out that he hadn't really stopped to think that it all might go the wrong way.

And then there was Puck with the bland 'Yeah' about Quinn's dress and Blaine gave him a pointed kick under the table, even if his leg was only long enough to just connect his toes with Puck's shin. Right. It was time to pull out the big guns. If Puck was going to be a big doofus, he was going to have to get thrown in the deep end to flounder on his own for a little while. "You know what, I think I need to powder my nose too. All that wine, it really makes a nose... not powdered," he said with a smirk, getting up and dumping his napkin onto the table.

He pushed Kurt's chair in so he could get around it and then without waiting for their answer, he followed Kurt's path towards the bathroom, thinking he was being extremely clever leaving Puck and Quinn alone for a few minutes. And maybe if he was lucky, he might get a bit of a covet snog on the way back to the table with Kurt.