The brunet sighed hopelessly, folding his hands on the table once more, trying desperately to suppress a grin as he set his jaw tight to listen to Blaine as politely as possible, his eyes still a little wider than they would be naturally. “Well, I can always recommend you a few; I mean personally my favourite is probably Wicked or Rent - although more so the movie version of Rent - so… I think you most definitely have to see Wicked once, it’s popular sure and raved about constantly but it is fabulous. Otherwise Spring Awakening is an amazing choice, the music in that is flawless, but I think they may be touring off Broadway now…” Kurt trailed off giving a deft shrug of finality. He knew fine well he could talk about anything theatre for hours and had done quite frequently to his dad who had simply stared back blankly with the occasional question of confusion, and truthfully he wasn’t ashamed of this fact. He enjoyed being passionate about something which could captivate everyone. “There’s no such thing as not being a musical person, because there are so many different types and plot lines… there’s always at least one out there for everyone.” Kurt pulled his gaze away from Blaine, where he’d shamelessly been watching the musician’s neck muscles as he turned to look at the newcomers, opting to people gaze once more. “That would be lovely.” The actor added a grateful smile as he slowly brought his attention away from the window and laughed lightly, “better than living in the dorm room. I mean my excuse was always that I wanted my weekends to be free, but then I end up working all day at the coffee shop every weekend, so that plan backfired.” He shrugged, tapping his fingers against the table nervously in the revelation of his lack of socialization, but he kept his cool expression. “But hey, now I know where to find you if I ever need help with sheet music.” There was a slight challenge to Kurt’s tone, still completely friendly and open, but the challenge of refusal was still very slightly hinted at.

Kurt could honestly say there were only two people he’d ever seen so joined to any music they were creating that it was impossible to understand how they could live without it; one being Blaine, the other his mother. Maybe that’s why Kurt couldn’t tear his gaze away for too long was he watched the way Blaine’s muscles worked to strum at the strings, the careful shapes of his fingers on the chords, the light strain to his neck which all looked so natural and comfortable and above all else, he looked genuinely happy. He’d used to sit and watch his mother with her perfectly straight back, long chestnut hair in one of her dressed poised ever so carefully on the piano stool, fingers seemingly brushing against the keys in memory as she hummed along, sometimes with her eyes closed feeling the music. Kurt’s breath hitched lightly at Blaine’s grin, the play on the words, before responding with the slightest of smirks. “We’re going down and you can see it too.” The drama student tilted his head lightly, closing his eyes momentarily as he sang. “We’re going down and you know that we’re doomed. My Dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room…” Kurt glanced out around the coffee shop and frowned at the realisation of exactly what he was doing - some impromptu performance with someone he’d only really just met and he was probably so completely obvious in every way with his emotions it was slightly embarrassing. This was why he liked theatre, he liked the mask of being someone else and having their story to hide behind instead of advertising that this was him, singing with nothing to fall back on.

Blaine looked at Kurt curiously, he thought for a moment he noticed a flicker of a grin on his lips but he decided he was probably just imagining things rather. He loosened his grip from the coffee cup to raise a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing at it softly before letting his fingers move just inside his collar to reach at his lower neck; while he listened intently to all of the boy’s advice, he was very satisfied with all of the insights and personal favorites he had shared. “You sure do know your musicals, don’t you?” he laughed and dropped his hand to rest against the table. “I think I’ve heard of Rent, or at least the movie I mean. But as for Wicked…” he looked elsewhere in thought as he tried to rack his brain, attempting to find some sort of connection in his memory, though to much dismay, “I can’t say I’ve heard much about it. But since it’s your favorite and you already seem a little,” he emphasized little with a playfully sarcastic tone, “surprised that I haven’t seen any Broadway I’d be happy to have you at least explain it to me.” Blaine smiled kindly and cautiously pushed the now semi-scrunched styrofoam coffee cup away from him. He thought for a moment he caught Kurt staring at him, and despite the fact that he wasn’t even sure if he was his smile brightened a little at the thought nonetheless, “If you say so, but I guess I just have to watch some to really get into it…” he put both of his hands on the table and leaned over towards him, “or at least so I can get you off my back about not having seen anything on Broadway,” his smiled cunningly, giving him a slight wink before he sat back in his seat with an amused look. His amused expression faded away and quickly turned into something softer and more genuine, “Yeah…no yeah of course, whatever you need help with just stop by…” his cheeks feeling warm again, “I’d be honored honestly”, but he hoped that didn’t sound too forward or too involved for that matter.

Blaine leaned away from his guitar again, his fingers pulling away from the chords for a short, suspenseful moment, his fingers tapping against the wood of the guitar to the same sort of rhythm once Kurt had finished the course. He continued to tap his foot simultaneously and finally delved back into the normal chords for another brief moment, which afterwards transitioned into what was supposed to be the guitar solo. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to show off though, he felt humble to some extent, so he switched the chords around and extended the notes for longer periods of time to replace the guitar solo. Blaine glanced back over at Kurt shortly, smiling to himself he got carefully got up from the stool, his fingers back to strumming the normal rhythm as he sat next to Kurt on the piano bench. He gave him an almost shy smile as he met his eyes, making a silent but easily clear message for him to join in on the next part with him, “Go cry about it why don’t you?”