“Ah, you’ve blown my cover! That’s why I like Wicked so much.” Kurt chuckled lightly, bumping their shoulders together in a slightly amused fashion. “You do realize that rain wouldn’t be good for my hair right?” The actor gave a short breathy laugh, pulling his fingers around the musician’s own, lightly stroking his thumb over the tanned skin in a sweeping motion. It was quite nice to just not feel like he had to impress or keep his guard up completely; he felt completely comfortable just resting his hand in this other’s and just relaxing into the moment quietly and contentedly without having to think of implications or anything of the sort. He didn’t have to think of the questions and answers which normally plagued his mind or hiding the blush trailing over his cheeks on occasion whenever he looked the other in the eye, completely hypnotized by the flecks of gold and green and brown in the dim light as he listened the the musician’s relaxed, joking and care free tone. It was nice to hear him like this. “You’d make a great remake of Singing In The Rain, I can quite picture you as Don Lockwood, actually. You have an old hollywood look about you.” Kurt smiled softly, blushing a little as he looked around at the city around them.

The brunet couldn’t help but glance at the actor with a raised eyebrow in curiosity before dropping it sharply and shrugging. “Go ahead, I have very little to hide now.” He couldn’t help but feel a nervous twist to his stomach contemplating exactly what the musician could possibly want to know. He wasn’t fully ready to divulge information in what had happened in his life after Lima just yet, because as much as he’d love to say it had improved, which in a way - it had, he still had a lot of things he’d even kept from his dad; that in itself was a rare occurrence since Burt already had heard about Blaine on a number of occasions. He bit his lip lightly before shrugging again and nodding. “You can ask me anything you want and I’ll answer with nothing but the truth.” It was nice feeling some concern from the other and it caused him to laugh a little in response. “I’m fine, honest. I only get sick when I’m stressed out with school work and work and then the production teams I’m part of and rehearsals and my dad… Weather doesn’t really effect me much. Promise.” He gave a light squeeze to their hands before leaning into Blaine a little. “Unless you want to go inside?”

Blaine smiled and shook his head playfully at Kurt’s laugh, “I should have figured as much. Actually, now that you’ve brought it up…” he removed his free hand from his pocket and pulled the zipper from his hoody to the very top. “I wanted to thank you for the tickets again. I mean, I know I already said it once before but I wanted to say it again anyways. And I wanted to make it up to you for getting them, I hope that’s alright?” he asked, looking over at the man with a light smile. “I know you’re pretty busy, but on the off chance that you get a day of freedom from work and homework and all that I’d like to do something for you.” Once again, maybe it was a little much, but he couldn’t exactly help it, the actor had gone out of his way to get him tickets, one of which originally weren’t even for himself. So he felt like doing something in return, it was small, and possibly incredibly cheesy, but it was still something. He had a feeling that Kurt of all people wouldn’t mind what they did as long as they were around each other, feeling free enough to not be awkward or guarded from one another. He even faintly remembered mentioning it once, and he wondered if the other would remember him briefly talking about it in their long list of things they had to do. “I’m kind of curious as to what your hair would look like without any product in it…” he smiled cunningly, almost hoping it would rain anyways. As Kurt gently brushed his thumb against the back of his hand Blaine couldn’t help but lean into him a little, raising the taller man’s hand to his face so he could tenderly kiss his fingertips. Blaine smiled softly to himself and lowered their hands back to their sides. “Oh I was Don Lockwood for Halloween in high school once, it even rained and everything. That’s actually the only musical I can’t help to not watch.”

He lowered his head, rethinking his question. Maybe he shouldn’t ask it, he had already heard a great deal from Kurt for one night, and he didn’t want to push him into saying more then he was comfortable with confessing in one day…but once again his curiosity was dying to know just one small detail, something that he had a feeling was the main cause for Kurt’s seemingly original plan of not getting to close to him in the beginning, and therefore kind of just being all over the place with the whole avoiding thing but still wanting to make sure there was nothing wrong with him…Blaine tilted his head to see Kurt’s facial expression, “You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to…okay?” he gave him a small, comforting smile before turning back towards the pathway ahead of them, “How many straight guys haven’t exactly reciprocated similar feelings for you?…I mean, I can tell it must have been a couple seeing as how protective you are of yourself around others…and it just seems like it must have been enough to really damage you…” Blaine forced his mouth shut once he realized he was talking too much in fear of saying something that might come off wrong, but that only led to more explanation and a greater chance of actually saying something to set him off. He rubbed at the back of his neck a little nervously, “We can head back inside, I’ll walk you to your room if you’d like…I think you mentioned having an essay to write, if I’m not mistaken”.