Kurt pursed his lips momentarily, nodding lightly. “Yeah, we’re married, have been since I was 14. It’s a beautiful relationship.” He kept his poker face whilst taking the last drink of his coffee before simultaneously shaking his head and chuckling a little to himself. “I’ll admit it, I might be slightly addicted to coffee or just caffeine in general.” The drama student shrugged lightly, playing with the edge of the coffee cup between his index and thumb subconsciously. He could remember exactly when his love for coffee had turned from just the occasional small cup to see what all the fuss was about to a morning ritual to wake him up, even though he was already quite the morning person having trained his mind and body to wake up at six in the morning every single day. Now it was somewhat of a necessity, a replacement for sleep so he could get everything done and stay awake during the day until things settled down. Kurt sat back in the chair, raising his eyebrows and letting the smile turn a little smug as he bobbed his foot up and down under the table. “You make it sound as if you’ve seen me on stage more than once.” He pushed the coffee cup to the side before turning his glasz gaze back to Blaine. “Maybe I will,” he added with another nonchalant shrug. Kurt couldn’t help but notice how expressionate Blaine was, especially his eyes; although he couldn’t exactly pinpoint an exact colour since brown didn’t exactly sound half as interesting as they were.

The brunet pulled himself out of his internal debate over what colour his eyes were, finally settling on mix between dark honey and some green, as Blaine spoke again and he idly gestured with his hand to punctuate his point, “I make no promises, when I get the chance to gloat, I like to really gloat.” He watched Blaine’s smile, feeling the infectiousness of it as he mimicked it himself whilst glancing casually out of the window before half noticing what Blaine was gesturing to, his eyes growing wide. “What, here? Now?” The brunet looked around the cafe, noting that there weren’t actually that many people there since it wasn’t exactly a time for grabbing coffee, and sighed, pushing himself up from the chair and from the table. “Come on then piano man, let’s see what you can do.” Normally, Kurt didn’t feel nervous, but there was definitely some lone butterfly which couldn’t help but fly around his stomach erratically as he walked towards the piano, letting his fingers skim over the top of it gently with fondness. He really did love pianos, they held such good memories to him and they sounded so beautiful.

Blaine raised an eyebrow at Kurt’s statement, he knew it was supposed to be funny but he didn’t actually let out a breath until he witnessed his poker face falter and turn into a harmless laugh. He smiled in return, shaking his head slightly at him, “I’m glad you’re happily married to liquid-phased matter. Fourteen is pretty young to start drinking coffee, I didn’t start really drinking it until I was sixteen and halfway through high school. But coffee for me was more of a safety net then anything else,” he replied, probably revealing too much about himself without him even noticing. “Their is nothing wrong with that, I consider myself a little addicted as well. To coffee at least, most other caffeinated beverages I stay away from.” He crossed his arms comfortably against his chest as he leaned casually into his seat, feeling almost too relaxed with Kurt in a way. Sure the guy was messing with his head without even knowing it, but physically he felt at ease, or at least open to this individual that he barely knew. Maybe he felt a little too relaxed though, it would explain why he continuously said things that he wouldn’t even mention to anybody else, including his close friends. It concerned him to some extent that he felt this way around the fellow classmate, he had always kept a tight grip on everything around him and all of his past experiences and his current emotions that he started to wonder why in the world they all started to slip. At first it was mentioning his ex-girlfriend the barista, then the whole deal with coffee being his safety net? If he were listening to himself talk he’d have half a dozen questions and suspicions. But he guessed that’s one thing, of many, that started to grow on him about Kurt. Even if he did sense something was wrong or didn’t seem right he didn’t ask about it, and Blaine appreciated that especially because he couldn’t seem to keep it to himself.

“I have seen you on stage more then once,” he smiled a little embarrassingly, “Like I said, you’re face is one that’s hard to forget.” Blaine glanced down at the table, studying the texture of the wood to regain some sort of normality. When he finally glanced back up he felt a pair of eyes on him, and immediately connected his gaze with Kurt’s. His expression relaxed for a moment as he looked back into the soft green eyes that were holding his own gaze. Thankfully, by some sheer luck, he had the willpower to finally pry his eyes away and towards the window. Blaine smiled triumphantly when Kurt got up from his seat to head towards the stage and reluctantly pulled himself out of his own chair to follow. When he reached the edge of it he watched Kurt for a moment, and decided to switch things around a little, “Actually, I”ll be right back”. He turned to walk back over to where Emma was hanging out behind the counter and gave her a kind smile. Without even having to say anything she pulled a guitar case from behind the counter and handed it to him, “Cute guy, is he your friend?” Blaine just chuckled at her, “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t play for your team, sorry Em. But thanks!” he took the guitar case from her hands and headed back over towards Kurt, pulling a stool up onto the stage and sat on it. “So I decided…” he smiled lightly as he unclasped the case and pulled out Emma’s guitar, putting the strap around his neck, “…that I was going to play the guitar instead. This way I can keep my piano skills for a more appropriate time.” Blaine’s smile brightened a little as he plucked at the guitar for a moment in a casual rhythm, “You wouldn’t happen to know Slow Dancing in a Burning Room by any chance, would you?”