Kurt glanced across the immaculate room and then back to his phone to read the message again, pursing his lips together. Blaine wanted to talk to him in the music room and there he was standing in his pyjamas - well pyjama bottoms and an old band shirt which he had the feeling he stole off someone since it was far too big for him - actually planning to fore go getting dressed. He shook his head to himself, pulling out an old university hoodie he bought on a whim when he first arrived here even though he was convinced he’d never actually wear it and slight it over his shoulders, leaving it unzipped as he piled his pockets with his wallet, phone and keys shaking his head at his roommate who was completely sprawled across the bed snoring. It was darkening outside, but not nearly late enough for the boy to be completely out of it like he was - but then again he hadn’t been back to the dorm room for at least three days, Kurt usually lost count after two days in all honesty. He closed the door quietly behind him and took in a deep breath before setting off on the short across campus walk to the music room. He had no idea why he’d agreed to this and completely lied about his essay. Well he did know why. He was incredibly worried about the musician, he’d become quite reserved and it wasn’t like him; well it wasn’t the Blaine that Kurt knew. And it didn’t hurt that Kurt cared about him far more than he probably should to just consider him a friend either.

Kurt groaned frustratedly at himself, pulling the hoodie around himself as he stepped outside into the walk way between buildings, quickly slipping into the front door of the other. He’d been in this part of the music department plenty of times, even stopped off at the music room a few times just to check everything out or run through vocal warm ups with one of the post-graduates who were taking their time teaching for a little, but usually he simply picked up sheet music and left back to the drama hall on the other side of the building. Of course since he’d met Blaine, he’d frequently popped in to drop off some coffee and make sure he was eating when he never came out all day, but he hadn’t really ever gone there with a purpose. He pushed the door open slowly, watching Blaine silently from the doorway for a few moments before walking in, rubbing at his arm nervously. “Hey.”

Blaine had been sitting at the bench in front of the grand piano in the music room for far too long for him to really remember. He sported a comfortable zip-up sweatshirt, not caring too much about an undershirt, and his plaid pajama bottoms as the hood was drawn over his head and his sleeves pushed up past his elbows. He had attempted to play a specific song, trying to fix it up a little here and there but overall just became frustrated when it didn’t sound right. Sure he may have been a bit of a perfectionist when it came to his music, but this song in particular needed to be absolutely flawless, and for the past few hours he just couldn’t get it to the level he wanted it to be at…especially for the reason he had been keeping to himself. So after he had finished talking with Kurt he tried once more to play the song, but it still wasn’t coming out right, it still didn’t sound how it should…it still wasn’t good enough. Blaine groaned out of pure frustration and rested his forehead a little roughly against the edge of the piano. What was he supposed to do when Kurt showed up? He felt like he needed to play this song for him, he felt like his friend needed to hear what he had to tell him without him actually having to say it. But it’s not good enough. So what was he supposed to do?

When he heard a soft voice off to the side of him Blaine picked up his head and glanced over to see Kurt standing in the entryway before he timidly made his way in. “Hey,” he smiled light at the actor, watching him for a moment before he glanced at the piano and started to feel a hint of nervous energy creep up to him. Blaine closed his eyes shortly, taking a deep breath as he attempted to compose himself before reopening his eyes and returning to Kurt. He scooted to one side of the bench and pat the open space next to him, giving his friend an encouraging smile to sit beside him. Blaine continued to watch him, his lips pulling into more of a naturally bright smile when he noticed the pajama bottoms and laid-back sweatshirt that Kurt had thrown on. Once the man was next to him he had to look back at the keys in front of him, because having Kurt so close was just about the most distracting, mind clouding thing he could possibly think of. But he needed to concentrate, he needed to tell him something, and most importantly…he needed him to listen.