It wasn't that dinner at Kurt's didn't sound appealing. It was dinner with Wes at Kurt's that was making him nervous. Admittedly, he had been the one to spill the beans about the inner turmoil he had been experiencing due to their current arrangement. He fully expected side-eying and questionable stares for the duration of the evening.
Upon his arrival, he noticed the only car in the driveway was Kurt's Navigator. This meant he could steal a few moments alone with his ex before he was subjected to the judgement glare of Wesley Sung. Score.
Blaine rang the doorbell a few times, mostly to annoy Kurt. The frantic footsteps and call of 'I'll be there in a minute, dummy' made him chuckle. He had finally shaved for the occasional, and had even paired his simple t-shirt with one of the few pairs of jeans he owned that weren't ripped to pieces.
When the door opened, he thrust the lone daisy he had been clutching into Kurt's hands. "Hey, gorgeous," he greeted him with a peck on the cheek.