"We're not," said Kurt as he began taking out ingredients for pasta. "But I'd appreciate it if you'd stop acting like a wibbling mess. I'm not dealing with this crap anymore, Blaine."

He filled a pot with water and set it on the stove. "We're bigger than this, we're better than this. And Blaine, I've been blackmailed, I've been jailed, I've been tortured--"

Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke, and his hands shook harder. "And this is nothing. Forget it. It's over and done and I wish you'd just go into another room for a while because I don't want to see your face right now. I'll call you when dinner's ready."