“Children,” Wes mock-sighed, glancing between the two of them with a raised eyebrow. He fixed a pointed look at Blaine, as even if he knew the other man was still teasing, there was a sneer there, and accusation, and Blaine wasn’t really the best at being subtle. “Let’s not squabble, shall we?”
Wes offered Kurt a smaller smile, then, letting it be well known that he most certainly didn’t blame Kurt. “Could I bother you and ask what you have to drink? And Blaine,” he added, glancing back over his shoulder with a vaguely pinched expression. “Use a plate next time. Like a normal person. You’re not five.” Wes paused, and then, a bit more teasing: “Despite popular opinion to the contrary.”