[ And Brendan's arm drops around Wichita's shoulders unceremoniously, just a plop as he leans in, a completely uncharacteristic smile on his face. ]

I have no idea what American Beauty is but I'm willing to bet it's a horse. [ And yeah, maybe he's drinking a little too quickly which is why he's a little lose--

--but either way he has a tumbler of some very strong, very rich alcohol in the hand he moved around the brunette and he points his finger from it. ]

Hey. I shouldn't have told you the truth, kid. Blaine was your boy. [ ....He's trying, at least, but with his other, freer hand slams a crystal-like decanter down right in front of Kurt. ]

Get some sauce in you.