"You," he poked Blaine in the chest, words slightly slurred, "are patronizing me. You think I don't know, but I know. Fine." But only because Blaine smelled good. Kurt knew this because he was currently nuzzling into the other boy's neck. He heaved a contented sigh and everything seemed like it was going to be fine until...
"Oh, oh, oh, wait!" he said, lifting his head as a thought occurred to him. "Can't go home. Dad. Sees me like this, probably kills you. He has a gun, you know." He offered Blaine a sympathetic look and patted his head fondly. "And wrenches and saws and stuff. You don't wanna be killed by him. Trust me."