Kurt took in a long, deep breath as he listened appreciatively to the music. He was trying desperately not to over think the words or any of the meanings - after all Blaine had sad it was written for someone else and maybe he was just suggesting the general theme to him right now. The brunet’s lips pushed into a thin line to fight back the emotions he was feeling. So maybe this was one of Blaine’s songs he would put to an album or something so it had to be marketable - that was it. The fact that the words baby and love were mentioned quite a few times had caused Kurt’s cheeks to flush brightly and his shoulders to tense a little. That was just cruel. Of course Blaine didn’t actually feel like that about Kurt, the musician had already stated that he was straight - well in so many words by confessing that his ex-girlfriend used to work in the coffee shop the first time they’d met - so Kurt was clearly just letting his imagination run away with him.

He cleared his throat quietly to himself, pushing back the crazy flood of emotions he was feeling with the occasional blinking of his eyes. It wasn’t just the obvious few words either which had completely left him fighting back tears, the overall message had left the actor speechless. Kurt opened and closed his mouth a few times, frowning a little to himself in frustration before giving up and rising to his feet to put some distance between them - mostly to stop himself from doing something completely crazy. The brunet paced a few steps, taking a few shaky breaths before looking back to the musician. “That… was… it’s a lovely song, thank you - you’re quite talented.” Kurt could feel his voice wavering a little as he spoke, shoving his hands in the pockets of the hoodie. It was taking everything in him not to cry, because he completely refused to cry infront of anyone - nevermind someone who just sang a completely heartfelt song to him leaving him more confused than ever. “It’s… getting late…” Kurt managed to blurt out quickly, poised to turn and walk out the door, but he physically couldn’t just make himself leave.

Blaine saw a number of different emotions play against the actor’s face, and he could feel the overwhelming sense of tension, causing him to turn back to the piano keys. Clearly he had gone too far, said too much without really saying anything at all. He clenched his hands more tightly together as he nervously sat there, wishing - for once - that he hadn’t been so forward, that he hadn’t sang the song that meant so much to him already. Now it had even more feelings stacked on top of it, more emotions then he could really even explain or try to convey. He should have known better, he should have learned from his past mistakes…but obviously he was just like a broken record, continuously replaying parts of his history and making the same errors over and over again. He couldn’t decide if it was frustrating or simply just pathetic. Blaine hardly knew Kurt, but for some reason he couldn’t help feeling this way, or feeling as if he needed to help someone who clearly had more hiding beneath the surface then shark infested waters.

When he heard Kurt clear his throat he unclenched his hands and slipped them into his pajama pant pockets after realizing that they had started to feel a little tingly from holding them so tightly. But he still couldn’t look at him, and he still had no idea what to say or do now that he had clearly overstepped his boundaries…again. He felt commotion beside him, barely noticing that the actor had climbed to his feet and stepped away from him. Blaine mentally cursed himself, wanting nothing but to disappear or become part of the piano bench that he was sitting on so that he could hide from everything. He turned his head the slightest bit without actually looking at Kurt when he thanked him. But he couldn’t say anything, or reply in any way as he continued to look downwards, or anywhere but at the other man. Blaine felt his chest clench and his breathing become more shallow as Kurt turned to leave, though he hadn’t made a move towards the door just yet.

Pulling himself to the edge of the piano bench and quickly climbing to his feet he wondered what in the hell he was doing, “Please Kurt…I’m sorry. I…I shouldn’t have sung that song…I don’t know what I was thinking…” well that’s not the first time I’ve said that to him. He felt like a coward, he did know what he was thinking by singing that song, and he felt like had to share that piece of him before he shared any of his past. Without thinking he gently took Kurt’s hand as he continued to stand, turned away from him and towards the door. “I know I’m not great with my words, but…” he looked down at the floor, hoping that Kurt would turn towards him so he could at least see his facial expression, “…I needed to share that song with you, forgetting about the fact that it’s originally for someone else. But I meant it for you, and I know I probably sound ridiculous but…that’s how I feel about you, and I meant every single word…including the fact that I’d be here for you, no matter whether you feel the same way about me or not.” Blaine took another deep breath and finally raised his eyes to rest them on Kurt, because he had a feeling he had to clarify one thing in order for things to maybe make a little more sense, “…My best friend in high school was a guy, Kurt.”