Finn deeply inhaled, the breath releasing as a hearty laugh. For the boy who didn't know much, he was rather confident in the things he did know, so when someone didn't draw the conclusions he did he was definitely shocked.
"It's football." He contemplated for a moment, acknowledging the confusion in Kurt's eyes, "Paper, uh, football."
"You liked being a kicker right? Like I know you didn't like being dirty and all, but it's kinda the same idea. See. That thing, that's the football." Finn outstretched his arm, waving his finger at the triangle piece.
Finn then rested his hands on the end of the table, both hands forming into two 'L's, his thumbs touching each other.
"See, this is like the goalpost. You flick the football and try to get it over. But that's just like, the field goal part." He could see what he could only assume to be skepticism in Kurt's face, making him scratch his head for a moment before plopping that hand down back into the L position.
"It's fun! I promise!" Finn insisted.
He was trying. He knew that he and Kurt had made up to an extent but there was a bit of a sense of fear, well, awkwardness that seemed to be there in Kurt. Or at least Kurt was distancing himself. Finn was at least happy with that to some degree, Kurt's constant attention was just about as terrifying as Rachel's cat-coded calendars (well Cats, as she corrected him but whatever they were still people dressed up as cats like those weird furries), but he also continued to blame himself. After the talking he was given by Burt, he was definitely at odds to mesh back into the family.
Finn was trying to reach out like a big brother, well he wasn't much older than Kurt but he did always kinda want a little kid to play with around the house. A little brother, a little sister. He figured that's what Drizzle would've been like, if that kid was his. Like a dog that could talk and stuff.