Kurt's jaw dropped in horror. Had Blaine really done that? Had he really just eaten that off the floor like it was no big deal? Like people didn't walk on that floor in shoes they'd worn in public restrooms? "That is disgusting. I hope you realize you are brushing your teeth at least twice before you go anywhere near my mouth again."
What? Wes was perfectly aware of their arrangement. No need to beat around the bush.
"He started it," Kurt grumbled petulantly, sulking. Somehow, just being in the same room as Wes was capable of drawing out both Kurt's and Blaine's grumpy inner child. But, the duty of a good host never ended. "We've got everything." He counted them off on his fingers. "Water, various types of soda, sweet tea, and I made a pitcher of fresh lemonade this morning, if either of you are interested." He moved to the cupboard, gently nudging Blaine out of the way with his hips, and got down a few glasses. "S'cuse me, dummy. It's pretty good, if I do say so myself."