Unfortunately for Kurt, he would get much of the same kind of reaction from Katniss, whose personal view on life was practical or bust. In fact, for so many years she'd pretended to hate music on the same grounds, calling it about as useful as hair ribbons many times, even though she knew inwardly that these negative reactions were only because it reminded her of her father. Truthfully, Katniss loved music, because it was practically in her blood to do so. And there were few things the people of District 12 better than dancing, even if they weren't the choreographed song and dance of Kurt's world. So she hides it all under the hard line of her mouth and even harder eyes, pretending that it means nothing when nothing could be further than the truth.

Katniss isn't as good of a liar as she thinks she is, though. And there's something in his demeanor that reminds her of Cinna, who had passion, too. Cinna, who'd had an eye for beauty in the most unexpected places. Kurt even dressed like her old stylist, and she thinks that maybe it's these unusual associations that draw her to certain people, like that girl who reminds her so much of prim. It's so stupid, and sentimental, but she can't help it.

"What were you suggesting?" her shoulders slump for a moment, body language less tense for that single second. Stupid, the practical side of her dictates.