Kurt felt bad, now. He leaned over and wrapped an arm around Wes' shoulders, planting a brotherly kiss on his cheek. "I missed you, too," he admitted, going back to his pizza. "Lima's just got me on edge. Sorry." It wasn't entirely untrue. Being back home had been refreshing and relaxing at first, and he was glad he was there. He'd missed his friends and his family. But it was... dull, and frustrating. People were still just as stupid as ever, here.
"Yuck." Kurt glanced over at Blaine's pizza and wrinkled his nose. As far as he was concerned, pineapple and cheese belonged no where near each other. But then, Blaine had always had eccentric tastes. Kurt's own pizza was rather simple, with a garlic sauce instead of traditional pizza sauce, mozzarella, tomatoes, and some Italian seasoning. "You guys can pop yours in the oven first. I'll wait." He was the host, after all.