“In that case?  Maybe we should call today off and go get some tea?  I’ve got the best home remedy for in the state,” he emphasized the word like he had some serious means of backing that statement up.  “I can’t tell you everything that’s in it, secret recipe, but don’t worry.  We’re going to make sure you’re set.”  He shifted until his feet were dangling over the edge of the stage, curled his fingers around the edge and finished lowering himself down.  A solid pat was smacked against the black painted wood before he jutted out his finger in the direction of her bag.  (And what a point it was!  Someone’s brother must have paid a visit?) 

“Come on.  Grab your bag.  I’ll give you a ride?”  Red velvet bounced up when Blaine plucked up his satchel from an empty front row center seat, tossing her a glance up over his shoulder soon as he had his strap settled against his shoulder.  “Let’s take care of that voice.  It’s too pretty to be lost and what would I do to cope,” he finished with a warm smile.