In a way, he understands the slight protest in her words, not so much accusatory as simply stating a fact, dwelling perhaps a second too long. The song itself isn't the happiest, but Kurt thinks that such a song wouldn't suit her, just now. He isn't about to sing of endless dances and revelry when it feels very much like the girl sitting in front of him has lost all hope. One doesn't inspire its return with jewels and glittering gold. One strikes a single spark. A single flame.

"It's happier than you might think," Kurt replies, and the smile on his lips is strained, not forced as much as it is trying to encourage where hope runs thin. "It's... realistic. Tells us not to float away in dreams that simply don't exist, but I wouldn't say that it's completely unhappy. We learn what we can expect from life, and we chase after that. The sooner we know our absolute limits, the better, the more we're able to nudge lightly at the ceiling rather than running into it and falling."

His smile widens just a touch. "If you catch my drift."