"I could. I mean, if it's karaoke," Kurt considers, tilting his head and surveying her more closely, trying to decide what caused the slight shift in her mannerism. It almost feels like she's watching him, trying to figure out every reason for the choices he made, for the ideas he shared. And while Kurt isn't usually a person who alters the way he behavs thanks to a sense of self-consciousness, there's something about the girl's gaze that's so pointed, sharp, like documenting every last detail is necessary to her on a more personal level than Kurt can understand.

Or perhaps he's reading too much into it. At least, though, he can't picture anyone at McKinley or Dalton being so invested.

"If it's karaoke," he continues with a tilt of his head, "then you won't really be seeing who the people are, because the idea is that I sing in their stead. It's fun, but not quite as educational. So whichever you want to go with is... largely up to you. If you just want to hear the song, I could even manage it a cappella, probably. If it's in my range."