Sure Kurt was fully aware that Blaine was watching him more than an average person, but the musician had already proved that he was polite and attentive so really there was no other reason about it. Despite thinking this though, Kurt was definitely feeling a little uncomfortable under such a steady gaze and frequently felt the need to break eye contact or make some wild gesture just to escape from it momentarily to regain his cool. However, Kurt Hummel loved attention, he’d admit that in a heart beat, but then again which aspiring actor or musician didn’t relish in attention of others? Kurt had always stood out and in a way he’d enjoyed it, even if it wasn’t always the best reasons people knew him, he was still known; he wasn’t about to change who he was to blend into some boring background. The brunet pursed his lips again, flipping his hand over to rest on the heel on his palm and nodded lightly with a light roll of his eyes. “Well, I should hope so. I don’t think anything hates being loved.” Kurt couldn’t help but find Blaine’s expression somewhat adorable, but of course he snapped himself out of those thoughts almost as instantly as they came about.

“You’re not a big theatre guy? Please tell me you’ve been to see something on Broadway so I don’t have to educate you on that too - there’s no possible way you can live in New York and avoid Broadway all together… Well I hope you enjoyed them, they’re a pain to put on I’ll tell you that.” Kurt sighed lightly, folding his arms and leaning against the table on his forearms. “Now I feel bad I haven’t paid more attention to the music department and their concerts and performances,” he fixed the smile on his face blinking a few times before adding “I’ll just have to go to the next one.” Kurt repositioned himself so he was sitting more comfortably with a better view of Blaine, watching the musician’s fingers work across the strings and becoming somewhat entranced by them. He’d always been curious about picking up the guitar, but he had neither the patience nor the time to put into learning an instrument on top of everything else; it was always something to add to the list of things to do in the future.

“Really? I mean I guess the guitar is more handy because it’s portable but I always think the piano is so beautiful and elegant. But then again I have no good memories associated with a guitar, so perhaps I’m just a little biased.” Kurt’s smile widened into a half grin before he crossed his legs and placed his hands securely around his knee. “Well then, I look forward to a more appropriate time when I can say I told you so, because I assure you it’s an inevitable speech I’m going to be making judging by the looks of things.” Kurt gestured towards the guitar before nodding lightly and settling in to hear Blaine’s voice, blown away by the richness to his tone and the soft edge which still managed to sound oh so attractive. In a nut shell, Kurt was convinced he was hearing some sort of impossibly good sound that his brain wasn’t quite registering enough to pick up on his cue straight away. Kurt kept his eyes locked on Blaine’s hands working at the strings before joining in a little later than he was supposed to, “Can’t seem to hold you like I want to, so I can feel you in my arms…” Kurt switched his gaze onto Blaine’s face, watching the concentration and he couldn’t help but smile into the words uncharacteristically. “Nobody’s gonna come and save you, we’ve pulled too many false alarms.”

Blaine glanced up from his coffee cup, holding it just a little too tightly as he used it as his support system. Their had been too many times to count when he had simply held a coffee cup in his hands when he was in high school just to make him feel normal for even the shortest of a moment before he walked head-on into reality. It was the closest thing he had to a relaxer, to a composer, and it really had been more of a necessity to him then anything else with the things he had to grow-up enduring. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he slightly chuckled at Kurt’s comment, realizing how idiotic he had probably sounded. Blaine’s chuckle faded away and he looked guiltily at the boy sitting across from him, “Well I haven’t seen any Broadway musicals…but I’ve seen plenty of concerts at the Concert Hall, does that count for anything?” he asked, knowing fully well that it wouldn’t count for a single thing. He smiled, however, at the thought of having Kurt as part of the audience at a concert, “I wouldn’t be too worried about it, most of the guys have the same synthesized voices, while the girls are between some sort of diva-like phased music and seductively suggestive lyrics. It’s really not that exciting. But every now and then you’ll hear an actually talented individual who doesn’t need all that technological crap to revise their voice for them. I actually have a couple of extremely talented friends like that,” he finally stopped talking, feeling like he had rambled on for far too long, though he couldn’t exactly help it because music was his passion after all.

Blaine continued on with the hypnotic rhythm of what was John Mayer’s perfectly well done guitar scale, the song itself was hands down one of his favorites of all time, if not his complete favorite because of the slow yet deep tone to it, not to mention that the guitar piece in itself was so spectacularly well done that it was hard for him to even put his own spin on it. So John Mayer’s Slow Dancing in a Burning Room stayed intact from his usual on-the-spot instrumental revision, well at least for the time being. Who knew what might pop into his head when he was in the middle of the song; that was, after all, when he usually became so incredibly invested into a song that he kind of just lost himself in it, much like when he sat and talked to Kurt; but this time it had a more positive connotation to it rather then him just making of a fool of himself.

Much to his appeasement, Kurt’s voice, though he’d heard it more then enough times in plays and musicals and what not, was still a pleasant surprise to him. It was refreshing from the usual voice he’d hear in the music department, all of the guys had started sounding similar with their synthesized pop-like voices, as if they needed to delve into another decade filled with boy bands, ridiculously amusing choreography, and bleached-tipped hair. What happened to good ol’ classical music? Where all you hear on a track was the individual’s voice and an instrument or two in the background? But Kurt’s voice…yes, their was something extraordinary about it, and the fact that it sounded innocent and angelic all at the same time made him break into a light smile. Blaine glanced sideways at Kurt, who at the time had his eyes on him. His smile only brightened the slightest bit, much to his amusement. This guy…he nearly laughed, this guy was something else. And as he looked back at Kurt in that moment he knew for a split second, without really understanding how or why, exactly what was going on. He managed to turn his gaze away from the boy’s and glanced down at his fingers for a moment before picking up where he’d left off, “We’re going down, and you can see it too. We’re going down, and you know that we’re doomed…” he couldn't help but glance back over at Kurt before he went onto the next line, feeling the quiet intensity of the song already start to get to him, “My dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room.”