Finn stared at Blaine as he strode ahead of him. He wanted to say something to Blaine. He wasn't sure if he wanted to reassure him, or comfort him, of just break the awkward semi-silence between them.
He looked around the room as he walked in. Everyone was crowded around Kurt's casket. The accident had been horrible, so it was closed. It would be for the entire service. Finn heard a voice cry out his name behind him. He turned around and saw Rachel, teary eyed with puffy cheeks.
"Oh, Finn." she planted her face onto his chest, starting to sob. Only a few people turned to stare at them, knowing that the situation was serious and they had no right to judge another person for being upset about it. They just gave sympathetic glances.
"Hey, Rach." He pat the back of her head. She lifted her head and Finn fished the handkerchief out of his chest pocket. Rachel tried to smile "Thanks." she blotted at her face. Finn could tell she was trying to not mess up her makeup. She didn't want to look like even more of a wreck. Or something like that. She'd say something like that.
"Just when we were starting to become friends." she tried to keep her voice level by steadily breathing. "I can't believe something like this would happen. I mean-" she sighed "I feel like we were just at Sue's sister's funeral a few weeks ago." she handed the handkerchief back to Finn. He smiled at her and put it back in his pocket. He didn't know what to say to her either.
Everyone kept saying how tragic it was, and how Kurt was so young, and how they feel like they were just getting to know him. And he felt the same way. But he couldn't say it was 'okay' or that everything would get better. It might, but it wasn't better right now. He'd be lying if he said that to people.
He excused himself from Rachel for a minute to look around for Blaine. He was afraid maybe he'd run off or locked himself in the bathroom or something. It's not like Finn would have been mad at him if he had done something like that, but he was also sure Blaine didn't truly want to miss the service.
After looking around the room, he went to the bathroom. Blaine wasn't there either. As he walked out he heard a sound. Something that sounded like a piano. He followed it and came to a door with a sign that said 'CHORUS' on it. He looked through the small window and saw Blaine sitting down at the piano, slowly pressing the keys and playing a tune he recognized but couldn't quite put his finger on.
He opened the door slowly, making sure not to scare him. He walked over and Blaine looked up.
"Oh, hey." Blaine shut the key's cover. "Oh, no. You don't have to stop now. I mean, there are a few people here but I don't think they'll mind if you're a few minutes late. It's not exactly something to be eager about doing." Blaine just nodded a little and lifted up the cover again.
"Besides Burt, Carol, and you, I'm probably the most anticipated guest." he played a couple of keys, just messing around. "The almost-widow, dressed in all black with a somber look on his face." Blaine looked up, smiling a little at his own joke. "I guess." Finn rested his arms on the piano. "Kind of a dramatic way to look at it, but yeah." Blaine just nodded again, this time playing basic exercises.
"What were you playing before?" Finn clasped his hands together, a little nervous since they were having a seemingly normal conversation. Blaine looked at him and then at the ceiling as he tried to remember.
"Oh." he looked at Finn again "Love me tender." Finn nodded "You a big Elvis fan?" he smirked a little.
"Yeah." Blaine looked down at the keys. "I guess you could say something like that." he put the cover down again and stood up. "You ready?" he asked. Finn nodded and straightened up while making sure he didn't leave any marks on the piano.