"That's... what a capella means," Kurt says first, tone soft. It isn't her fault that she doesn't know, after all. But with a soft exhale, he stares down at his knees, before deciding to take advantage of her momentary willingness to listen. Maybe, he thinks, maybe he can find a song that sings to her but inspires all at once. A combination that Kurt himself has only ever managed to find in song, rather than a book, rather than on the silver screen.

Exhaling briefly, he clears his throat, then starts to sing.

"There was a time when men were kind, and their voices were soft, and their words inviting," he begins, barely above a whisper, glancing over at Katniss, drawing more strength from within. "There was a time when love was blind, and the world was a song, and the song was exciting. There was a time when it all went wrong..."

Shaking his head, he presses on, voice growing more insistent.

"I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life, worth living. I dreamed that love would never die, I dreamed that God would be forgiving. Then I was young and unafraid, and dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid, no song unsung, no wine untasted."