Kurt puffed his cheeks out with a breath of air for a moment and gave his fingers a little wave. "Make it black tea and I'll be your fan for life. I'm not quite sure how successful coffee will be yet, so I might play it on the safe side for now. Anything but Gatorade, though. I don't ever want to drink that stuff again," he said, sticking his tongue out in distaste. He feathered his fingers through his hair, trying to comb it down into something more presentable and then rubbed his face again. He felt a lot better than he had been, but it would probably take a couple more days to regain his strength. The hospital found some sort of gastrointestinal food poisoning bug in his system and they had warned it could set in for a few days, just like it had done.

He waited while Santana finished whatever she was doing and joined him at the table. He had a Skype date already set up with Blaine for a little later, so he would take a shower before that and start to pick himself back up. He gave her a nod, but his lips tugged wryly to the side. "Yeah, I am. I can't believe how sick I felt. I'm tempted to go Vegan just so I never have to be near another hot dog. Ironic, considering I generally like meat in my mouth..."

But he tilted his head, analysing her for a moment. "What's up? You have a look. Please tell me it's not cold feet on New York. I'm not sure I could live with Rachel."