Kurt gave a nervous smile as Blaine looked up, slightly tilting his head a little at the sight of Blaine being so frustrated looking. He licked his lips a little to dampen them and shoved his hands in his pockets as he awkwardly made his way over and perched himself on the edge of the piano stool, looking at Blaine carefully. He looked nervous in a way, but maybe that was just a trick of the moment or Kurt’s imagination running away with him again like it so often did. He was probably just tired, god knows how long he’d been in this room. It was quite worrying actually. Kurt spent a lot of time in his room doing essays or memorizing lines, but he never beat himself up over one thing like Blaine did. Kurt tried to return his smile and lightly bumped their shoulders together to ease any awkwardness. “Is everything okay? You’ve been worrying me.” Kurt knit his brows together a little in concern.

“I mean you just sounded like something was wrong and then you would’t tell me but then you asked me to come here and I got all worried that something was really wrong or that I’d done something and… I should probably… stop talking…” Kurt blushed a little, rubbing a hand over his face. He constantly went into over drive with speech when it came to being nervous or in awkward situations, always wanting to fill the silence with complete and utter randomness. He tried desperately to distract himself from the closeness, biting the inside of his lip to stop himself from blurting out anything and running his fingers across the keys in front of him once he tore his eyes from the musician. “Sorry I took so long coming here… I had to deal with my roommate.” Or mentally prepare yourself after the last time. Kurt sighed a little, shifting his weight on the bench and crossing his legs and uncrossing them again.

Blaine somewhat turned to look at Kurt as he asked if he was alright, and before he could think of something to say his friend continued on, kind of rambling a little, but it only made him smile the slightest bit. He lowered his eyes, trying to come up with how exactly he wanted to respond, or with what he wanted to say. It was difficult, because after not playing this song for a number of years he finally came to realize something…the last time he had sung it for someone - which was also the first time since he had originally wrote it for a friend who needed more support then he could really ever give - he had ended up falling for them, hard. And the most complicated, difficult thing about it was that it was his best friend at the time. High school wasn’t kind to him, but trying to deal with his father at home and the fact that he had slowly started to fall in love with his best friend had really damaged him. Not to mention how much crap the two of them would get for being so close, and especially with what happened to him in the end.

Blaine mentally shook his head when he realized he had been blankly staring at nothing in particular, and he could feel his eyes start to burn the slightest bit as he quickly turned back to the piano, trying to calm down his breathing. “Don’t worry about it, you didn’t take that long at all,” he replied, attempting to hide the shaking sound in his voice. I’m about to lose it. Blaine fumbled with his hands before setting them safely on the keys, playing a couple random chords so softly that they could barely be heard. There was something about the actor that made him feel way too comfortable, way too relaxed, and way too vulnerable. He wanted to tell him what was wrong, he really did. But he also felt hesitant, especially since he had the strangest sense that Kurt was keeping things from him as well. He knew better then to simply just trust someone enough to let his entire past issues slip out without gaining some sort of reciprocated vulnerable piece of information in return. But still…this was Kurt, and there was something very different and special about the individual sitting beside him. Blaine ultimately gave-up as he held himself back from doing something drastic and way beyond his own touching comfort zone. So he slipped his hands away from the keys and shoved them into his pockets as he took a cleansing breath, “No, I’m not alright, actually. But it’s not your fault…well, not directly at least. You just…you remind me of someone.”