Alex glared at him, rolling over to face the wall. “Don’ wanna talk to you.”
Blaine nodded, but continued to walk in. “We need to eventually,” he said softly, standing near the bed. “And I would like to sooner rather than later.”
"Good luck." Kurt whispered.
In his room, Alex was curled up on the car bed, glaring sullenly at his toys.
Blaine knocked gently on the door and walked in, giving a small smile. “Hey,” he said softly, standing just in front of the door.
Kurt gave a hesitant nod. “But what if he’s angry?” He asked.
"Then we’ll let him sleep on it," he said simply. He bent down and gave Kurt a quick kiss and rubbed his shoulder. "Wish me luck."
Kurt brought his knees up to his chest. “Me neither.” He said quietly.
"I should go talk to him," he said softly, slowly standing up. "What do you think?"
Kurt nodded, pressing kisses to his hair. “I know, sweetheart. But you have to make a decision, then. Either you’re my little baby and I’m in charge, or your my adult husband who makes his own decisions. You can’t be my little boss.”
"Then stop forcing me," he said simply. When he thought he was free enough, he stood up and went calmly to his room and locked the door.
"I don’t know what to do," Blaine said softly, rubbing his eyes.
"You wanna bet?" Kurt asked in a low, even tone. He dragged Alex back onto his lap, pinning his calves with his own.
Alex shoved hard at Kurt’s chest and started crying, shaking his head. “I just don’t want to right now,” he said softly, taking a deep breath in. “Not right now.”
Kurt gave Blaine a sympathetic look, deciding to take some of Alex’s decisions out of his hands. “I think someone is getting a bit too big for their britches, hmm little one?” He adjusted Alex on his lap, holding up his spoon to his lips.
Blaine shrugged and took his own soup to the couch and relaxed there as he watched Alex resist. “You can’t make me do anything, you know,” he sassed, pushing his way off Kurt’s lap.
Kurt poked his side, warning clear. “No, little fibber. Don’t try to pull the wool over my eyes. It’s a terrible fabric.”
"Whatever," Alex rolled his eyes. "We should watch a movie." He switched the movie on as Blaine came in with a tray of three bowls of soup.
"And here’s some dinner for us. Anyone want something to drink?" he asked after he put the tray on the ground.
"Nope," Alex replied, not looking away from the television.
Kurt jiggled Alex slightly. “Hey. Manners. You don’t have to be best friends, but you do have to be polite.”
"It’s’not like he has any," Alex pointed out, giving Kurt a look. "I’m being as polite as possible."