"Pre-Med?" Kurt repeated, eyebrows lifting. Cue half a dozen mental images of Blaine in scrubs and one of those white doctor's coats, stethoscope around his neck and flipping through charts. Probably flashing his whoreface grin at all the cute nurses. Ass. But still... "I could see that," he said finally, with a nod. "You were always good with the science and math stuff. And you had a thing for fixing people."
Or maybe just fixing Kurt. He wouldn't mind that.
"Second question. Seriously - what is on your face?" He reached out, almost moving to swipe a finger along Blaine's cheek to feel the coarse facial hair, but thought better of it and jerked his hand back. Hands on the wheel. Hands on the wheel. "Seriously. You used to be so clean cut. ...Well, you know, aside from your clothing. I'm guessing," he flicked his eyes down Blaine's frame, not exactly approving of Blaine's choice in apparel, "your sense of style hasn't changed."