An odd request, sure, but he didn't see any harm in it. He wasn't used to people asking if they didn't actually have somewhere to be or somewhere they needed to quickly escape from. "Sure," he finally said, "Just finish your sandwich first." Like a parent to a child who could only have dessert if they finished their supper. Kurt finished his own and then drained his glass of milk, carrying both to the sink and rinsing them off then leaving them with the rest of the dishes already piled there. He'd get to all that later.
Once she was finished, too, he gestured for her to stand up and take his hand. "You'll want to hold your breath and close your eyes. You might get dizzy and there's the brimstone smell." In the blink of an eye and a puff of smoke they were suddenly outside on the school grounds near the basketball court.