Kurt couldn't stop the amused snort at Blaine's comment. Vulgar, but honest. Wes had been consistently interrupting them since their sophomore year of high school. Nothing new there.
"My apologies," he favored Wes with a slight, condescending bow. "I was distracted by the waves of judgment rolling off of you. Won't happen again, Wes." Okay. He was kind of being an ass and it was kind of on purpose. Kurt took a breath and exhaled slowly, trying to release any irritation. He was just frustrated at Wes, for being so... right all the time. He was eighteen, would be nineteen in a couple weeks. He was old enough to make his own mistakes, his own decisions, without being mothered by his friend.
But... not thinking about that now.
"Let's prepare our food, shall we?" He handed Blaine and Wes each a pan of pizza dough and, taking his own, moved towards the kitchen island. "As you can see, I have a plethora of possible toppings set out. Feel free to go crazy."