Kurt couldn’t help but let has gaze wander to Blaine’s fingers lightly tapping against the table while he moved to rest his elbow on the edge, nestling his chin in his hand. He had full admiration for anyone who could pick up an instrument, after all he wasn’t so gifted in that way and he’d always taken comfort from music. Having realized he was somewhat staring at Blaine’s fingers awkwardly during his momentary lapse into fond memories, Kurt sharply sat back and averted his gaze to the counter again watching an order being taken while he collected himself again. Snapping his attention back to Blaine as he spoke he fixed the smile on his face and nodded back down to the cup of coffee, making to nurse it between his hands again. “It might be rivaling the coffee shop which fueled me through high school, they made the best coffee ever. But then again my taste may be ruined from all the instant I’ve been drinking.” The drama major took another drink before fully relaxing again into the chair.

Kurt kept his attention on Blaine, furrowing his eyebrows and opening his mouth to go to speak, but he thought better of it after knowing that sometimes people simply just didn’t want to talk about things; although the sudden change to Blaine’s voice couldn’t help but cause Kurt to feel some sort of concern or sympathy. “Well, I might have to look into it.” He finally said, careful with his tone not to sound too enthused about it, even though it was a definite possibility and he’d truthfully do anything to get out of his job. The brunet cleared his throat, distracting himself with the coffee for a moment, lowering his gaze from the musician as the button came undone and making a little more out of lowering the cup to remind himself that he was being stupid for getting all bothered by the small revelations laid out across the table. “I’ve been known to make it on occasion, so you might be next on the list.” Kurt could feel a slight blush fall over his cheeks and laughed lightly to distract from it, knowing fine well that because he was pale any time he colored even slightly it was more than likely a little obvious. “Well, let’s hope so.”

Blaine leaned back in his seat and lifted the cup to his lips to finish off the rest of his latte, his eyes still fixated on Kurt who seemed to be lost in thought and staring at something. Whatever it was he was looking at he seemed to be intrigued, or just curious, he couldn’t exactly tell the difference. When he was finished with his coffee he put it back on the table and pushed off to the side, more then happy for his daily cup of perfection. Coffee had nearly been his savior through both college and high school, whenever he felt out of it, upset, angry or whatever he’d head over to the nearest coffee shop by home…and unfortunately he ended up doing that a number of times. Manhattan had suited him well growing up, and he liked to think that he had at least turned out alright, even with a disapproving father and a semi-interested mother. He couldn’t complain though, he managed to get himself to Tisch and here he was, doing exactly what he always wanted to do, create and play music.

Blaine felt himself snap out of his thoughts when he noticed Kurt’s sudden movement, as if he himself was thinking about something arbitrary or non-existent. “I can see you have quite an interesting relationship with coffee, and I feel the same way,” he said interestedly as he tried to focus on their conversation rather then on whatever was subconsciously going on, he didn’t want to get too lost in thought, lord only knew what would happen if he did. Blaine smiled kindly, “I think you should, but that’s just my own opinion. It’d be nice to see you somewhere other then just on the stage,” and as soon as he said that he mentally hit himself, what was his problem? He was acting like a complete and utter fool, speaking before thinking, letting his thoughts run rampant without keeping a decent hold on them. This boy was doing wonders to his brain, and he couldn’t seem to keep a very good grasp on himself. In an attempt to compose himself he glanced idly back at Kurt, “Yes, well if you do happen to make that speech on the off chance, then try not to rub it in my face too much, alright?” he asked with a teasing tone. But Kurt’s blush, at least that’s what it looked like to him, made his lips pull into a rarely seen genuine smile. And he knew he was losing control of himself, which meant that their was only one thing he could do to pull himself back into control. “Would you like to sing? Theirs a piano already set up,” he said as he motioned with his head towards the medium sized stage off to one corner of the cafe that was positioned all the way in the back. A well-used, yet still immaculate, grand piano stood alone on the stage with a number of mic stands pushed off against the wall nearby. “I know for a fact that the owner, Emma, won’t mind,” he managed with an encouraging smile.