Kurt worried away at the inside corner of his mouth between his canine teeth, mentally shouting at himself for even bringing something up like this. He’d promised himself that anything that had happened in Lima should just be forgotten once he got to New York. While, of course, he’d stayed away from things which triggered memories and remained fully aware of everyone around him in case of the worst, he’d never really sat and just thought about everything so easily as he just let slip. He took a deep breath through his nose before pulling on his detached poker face and looking at Blaine, carefully holding his gaze until he began to speak when Kurt couldn’t keep himself strong enough to hold eye contact. “It was no big deal,” he lied so easily he couldn’t help but feel the pang of guilt as he glanced back at the dark haired man, ” and you have no need to be sorry at all, it’s not like it’s your fault… but thank you.” He breathed out loudly, relaxing his pose and expression with a light nod. “Really, thank you.” He’d do anything to return the words, tell Blaine exactly how gracious he was and how he was possibly the most genuinely kind person he’d come to meet in the city so far, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak too much. Kurt took the hint and dropped the subject of Blaine’s past relationships, knowing fine well when someone didn’t want to talk about something. He classed it as one of his greatest gifts when it came to his people skills, knowing exactly what to avoid saying just by body language, expression and tone; sure plenty of people were able to deduce these things, but Kurt had come to be able to simply reply in a way which was less than avoidance of the subject and more final, giving Blaine a sympathetic smile. He wasn’t any relationship expert, but he’d felt heartbreak and he knew how raw the subject could be even after a while. The actor pursed his lips, expertly creating a pensive look about him before settling back into the chair and placing his intertwined hands on the table, resting on his pinkies like those old poses of detectives with propositions in movies. “Well, I’d say Spring Awakening if it hadn’t already left and gone on tour, because that was phenomenal… There are so many things, oh gosh…” Kurt took a moment to think a little more before finally concluding, “there’s Sister Act, which is amazing, Chicago is a classic, as is The Lion King and Billy Elliot, Avenue Q - although I think that’s off Broadway now - Phantom of the Opera - which is also a great movie you should definitely watch if you haven’t already - they have a Spiderman musical now actually and How To Succeed at Business Without Really Trying… I don’t know. I’m terrible, I’ve blown all my money of just buying tickets to shows quite often enough that I have to scrounge off my room mate for food.” He gave a light embarrassed laugh realizing just how obsessive he sounded about the theatre and shrugged. “Who said that you’re going to enjoy it enough to want to go to another?”

Kurt tried not to show his complete and utter disbelief. How someone with so much talent could be so modest was somewhat of a wake up call. Sure he himself wasn’t exactly someone who’d stand up and declare how amazing he was, but he knew he was good, he wanted to show everyone how good he was at acting and singing. Yet there was Blaine sitting with such ease in front of the piano declaring that he wasn’t a show off with his music and didn’t need attention, it was slightly shocking. “Have you never thought about playing for a record company?” Kurt’s head tilted lightly to the side in question, running his fingers down the dark shine of the piano, removing the light layering of dust from this angle also. He closed his eyes sharply, quickly flicking his attention to Blaine with a more genuine smile “It’s not that I don’t love hearing piano, I’d listen to nothing else if I had the choice, I just… I can’t play it. Too many memories.” Kurt sighed running his fingers over the keys lovingly. He wasn’t planning on opening up, but Blaine made it so easy to just talk and get it off his chest that he hardly noticed when he started. “I told you that my mum taught me to play when I was six, didn’t I?” He glanced back at Blaine waiting for some recognition before he continued. “I used to beg her every single day to teach me and we’d sit there at the piano in our living room for hours. It was just kind of our thing, how we caught up on what had happened during the day… So that’s why it’s kind of sacred to me.” Kurt swallowed loudly, giving a small sad smile in Blaine’s direction. “She died when I was eight and I’ve never played since.”