It was a lot more difficult to balance a tray of cookies and knock on a door than Jane anticipated. Maybe she went a little overboard in baking, but she still felt awful about everything that happened with Blaine and her leaving Dalton and going to the New Directions. Even with the teams combined now anyway, Jane felt like she had a lot to make up for – a lot to apologize for. Especially to the man who put so much on the line for her, believed in her and even, dare she say, inspired her to keep strong.
Knocking was not going to work and so she gently kicked the door to his office, clearing her throat. “Mr. Anderson? it’s me – Jane Hayward. I brought you some cookies and… some milk as long as I don’t drop it.”
The clack of keyboard keys and Harry Connick Jr.’s voice filled the room that was turned into a makeshift office for him to use. Boxes of supplies he picked up and hadn’t put away yet were scattered at the foot of his desk. His lunch sat untouched beside his elbow. Only a half cup of coffee held his attention. The machine he bought perched carefully on the edge of the windowsill. Quite honestly, the disarray was unlike him. Half moved in, half digging out of boxes for what he needed. Either he was an unorganized person or–his heart just wasn’t quite ready to accept that the place he loved most was now ash and memories.
Hearing the knock–Blaine’s fingers lifted from the keyboard and any tiredness was gone before the door opened. “Jane! Hi!” Bright hazel met Jane before he noticed her situation and his heart simultaneously melted while he sprang up out of his chair. “Let me help. Oh my god. Did you do all of this? You seriously didn’t have to–,” he paused at the smell and felt his stomach rumble. Flashing her a thankful grin–he nodded at the chair next to his desk. “These smell really good. You HAVE to come try some with me??”
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