Kurt gets an email from Sam that night.
He plugs in his headphones and opens the audio attachment curiously, wondering if it was perhaps one of New Directions’ newest group numbers.
The opening is of a beautiful piano melody, one he didn’t instantly recognize, but it was slow and enchanting.
Then a very familiar voice begins to sing, and Kurt’s eyes grow wide.
Blaine is singing with his entire soul - Kurt can feel it, hundreds of miles away through crappy earphones, he can feel it. It’s like Blaine is right there in the apartment with him, playing for him, to him, laying everything down and opening himself up. It’s raw and genuine and fuck, when did I start crying?
Kurt doesn’t even make it to the end of the song before he’s pausing the audio and hitting speed dial.
Blaine picks up on the second ring.