“Of course I’ve always time for you .” Emma smiled sweet.
“Thanks, I just–.” Blaine tentatively stepped inside the office and took a seat. Hooking his thumb into the strap of his bag–he pulled it off his shoulder and let it fall quietly beside his chair. “This might be completely out of bounds,” he tucked his chin towards his collar biting his bottom lip before a smile released it from the grip of his teeth, “but the other day at rehearsal? I saw you crying. I mean not how Coach Beiste does. Really crying. Lately–.” Was he treading where he shouldn’t? It felt that way but he couldn’t help offering her an ear if she needed one. “You seem sad a lot–and I was curious if you just–ah–needed to talk?”
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