Kurt distracted himself with a loose thread on the arm of the uniform top, mentally making a reminder to fix it once he got home. Although of course he couldn’t resist pulling it to see how loose it was and instantly groaned as the fabric bunched up and he had to sort it out. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to listen to Blaine, because he was listening intently, but he didn’t want to be obviously listening. He noted that Blaine had finished his drink, mentally reminding himself to ask him if he wanted another once the twenty minutes were up, provided things went well of course. Honestly in the short while that he’d known Blaine, he’d probably become a lot more comfortable with being around people again, felt a lot better with conversing randomly, a lot better about forming friendships, acquaintanceships or nothing at all. He’d become a lot more reserved since leaving Lima at eighteen, which was rather odd for someone majoring in drama. In fact the only time he was really sociable was when he was on the stage itself hidden under costumes, hair and make up. Someone else’s story to cover up his own; it was comforting. Kurt turned sharply to fix Blaine with a look of shock, eyes wide, mouth open a little before he resolved to furiously shaking his head. “Blaine… you’ve don’t absolutely nothing wrong. Please, please, don’t think that!” Kurt leant back in his chair, glancing up at the clock on the wall and sighing. Ten minutes. “You know, brutal honesty is one of my traits. If you’d annoyed me in any way, shape or form I’d tell you right then and there. So if I don’t say, I can say that you can be ninety-nine percent sure that you’ve done nothing. Promise.”

Blaine was easily caught off guard by Kurt’s sudden retort, which made him put his hands in the air and laugh lightly as if he were surrendering, “Alright alright, I just figured it was…it usually is after all,” he added the latter part under his breath as he lowered his hands and folded them in his lap. He glanced back at his friend once he mentioned being honest, and he nodded his head a little in understanding, “I’ll have to remember that,” he smiled softly and sank somewhat into the chair he was sitting in, his eyes lowered to nothing in particular as a question in the back of his head kept bugging him. “So…if you don’t mind me asking…” he looked at Kurt once more, possibly getting a little lost in those wonderfully blue-green eyes of his before his gaze dropped the slightest bit in order to remember his question, “…it seemed to me, at least before, that you were kind of…um, avoiding me. And originally I just chalked it up to me doing something wrong…but since, according to you at least, I didn’t do anything of the sort, why would it seem that way?” Blaine glanced at him momentarily, though he figured his question might have rubbed off incorrectly. “I mean…” he shook his head and looked down again, “maybe I’m just wrong, I don’t know…I don’t really know what I’m talking about. Sorry.” He unfolded his hands and started to tap to some internal beat with his fingers against his pant legs as he distracted himself from Kurt’s presence.