Kurt hadn’t even noticed his hand lifting to rest on Blaine’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze reassuringly and letting it linger there for a moment. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he felt so nervous and yet so comfortable around one person before in his life. He honestly felt like he would be able to just spill his life story at the drop of a hat if Blaine asked, which made him feel the need to be guarded. He felt constantly guilty for lying or equivocating whenever the moment called for a bit of protection, to shield everything from just being opened up and revealed straight away. He constantly reminded himself that Blaine didn’t need to know everything and yet part of him was dying so desperately to tell him anything he wanted to know. He could hear the emotion in Blaine’s voice, the battle to stop anything too powerful from showing plainly on his face and Kurt couldn’t help but reach forward and take Blaine’s hands in his own, gently swiping his thumbs across his knuckles in a soothing rhythm. “I’m sorry…” Kurt felt genuinely sympathetic. He knew exactly what it felt like to have someone who reminded you of someone you missed, and he hated that it was obviously causing Blaine some sort of pain.

Kurt swallowed loudly and patted the back of Blaine’s hand before letting go and sighing a little, leaning their shoulders together as he looked down at the keys, absentmindedly playing a few notes. “Do you… want to talk about it?” Kurt offered lightly, no pressure at all in his tone. He wasn’t going to force anything out of Blaine in the slightest if the musician didn’t want Kurt to know or wasn’t entirely ready to talk about whatever it was. Kurt had never pushed anyone to tell him anything in his life; he was a great believer in letting people come to him if they wanted to tell him anything at all because it was a personal choice.

Blaine could feel himself holding his breath as Kurt took his hands and started to rub his knuckles, his eyes resting on them as he tried to think. But it was hard, the man had such a gentle touch, and it felt so caring that he simply just couldn’t focus. He was thankful, as well as a little disappointed, when Kurt finally let go of his hands. Blaine withdrew them and folded them safely in his lap as he licked his lips and glanced down at the keys. “No need to be sorry, it’s not your fault,” he mumbled and lifted a hand to pull his hood off so he could run a couple fingers along the back of his neck. As emotional as he felt, he also somehow managed to feel comfortable next to Kurt, as though he’d known him for years rather then a couple weeks or almost a month. But that’s where he had to draw the line, he didn’t know Kurt, and Kurt didn’t know him. Well maybe not his past, because his history continued to haunt him day to day. Sometimes he had a better hold on it, but recently, with all the time he spent with the actor, he felt it start to get harder. He was so similar to his best friend from high school, but their was also something different about him…and he couldn’t quite put a finger to what it was.

Blaine could feel himself lean into Kurt’s shoulder a little when he nudged him, the smallest of a smile appearing on his lips as he glanced at him for a short second. He watched Kurt’s hands as he played a couple notes, his smile growing ever so slightly at the sight. “I…I honestly don’t know,” Blaine said, giving him a sad smile. “I kind of want to, but I don’t know what I’d say…I mean, I know I already told you that I bottle things up. Well, because of that, I tend to hang onto things for longer then someone really should.” Blaine cleared his throat a little, remembering why he brought Kurt here, and it wasn’t for him to talk about himself. “But that’s not why I brought you here. I wanted to play something for you…and to be honest I don’t really know why I feel like I need to sing this for you…but I do.” He gave him a small smile and lifted his hands to rest on the piano keys, feeling his chest tighten at the mere thought of playing the song, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to sing it again. But here he was, with Kurt sitting next to him…if there was a time to do it, it was right now.