There's still a prickliness around the girl, but Kurt finds that he can't hold that entirely against her. Not after all of the things that she must have been through, given the scars that litter her skin, given that hard edge in her eye. Kurt doesn't want to go so far as to call her damaged goods (she's got more spitfire than most of the people on the island, as far as he's concerned), but there's something that tells him that even months of wheedling probably won't get her to come entirely out of this general pessimistic stance that she seems to be mired in. She'd call it realistic. Kurt just thinks that it's probably both unnecessary, and a hit to her happiness.

The only problem being whether or not there's any way to change that, whether or not he can help to raise her happiness and expectations alike, just with a little bit of work. A little exposure to the arts.

"I'm suggesting that we take some time to go over some of the most famous and beloved singers and dancers over history. See if there's anything that touches you. Because, believe me, and I have met someone who fits this description, but someone without any interest at all in music wouldn't be humming in their spare time. Period," Kurt notes with an arch of his brow. "If the jukebox complies, that could be a start. If not, the Hub has a pretty awesome karaoke machine, great selection."