kurt.

“You can ask.”  He says with a slow nod.  Explaining could be a good thing.  No more secrets to keep from Blaine – or, well, hardly any more – maybe he could beam about a spell working, actually talking about it at all would be nice.
So long as Blaine keeps it a secret all should be well..  Though Kurt is aware that he’ll have to cover some rules while he’s at it to clarify that he isn’t tormenting anyone..  The rule of three and all of that.

Nerves still buzzing though, he makes his way over to his bed and sits gingerly on the edge. Kurt laces his fingers together on his lap to keep from fidgeting.  He can only imagine how obscured all of this must look.  It’s most likely that Blaine isn’t thinking magic right now, just that Kurt was up to something odd, and/or Kurt was more odd than he thought.  Part of him still wonders if he should just let that be the case and opt out of this conversation again.

Blaine studies Kurt closely looking for any signs that Kurt would rather not talk about what he just walked in on.  In spite if he answered that he could. It’s during that close look that Blaine realizes something about himself.
He hasn’t barely moved from the few steps inside he took before their strange situation began. Kurt told him to stay put.  He–literally–stayed put.  Now that Kurt was back and sitting on his bed–it seemed silly that he couldn’t walk further inside their room.  The conversation didn’t have to be held with them feet apart and Blaine suddenly self-consciously wondering if Kurt might think he was ready to bolt.

Finding a seat on the floor in front of where Kurt sat on the bed–Blaine crosses his legs under one another and gently cups his knees. “You don’t have to answer anything.  I promise I’m not going to tell anyone but you only have to say what you are most comfortable with.”  He keeps his voice purposefully soft and tries his hardest to offer as much understanding as he can. “What were you doing?  I mean–I could guess by what it looks like but I’d rather you tell me?”