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Today had been something that Rachel had wanted to forget entirely, never had she been so unprofessional, and yet at the time it had sounded so logical that she believed it was the only way. Never again, there was probably a reason why minors weren’t supposed to drink, and after the disaster at the school assembly she knew it would be a while before she trusted herself with alcohol again. Her body slumped a little when she heard Blaine’s cheerful voice through the phone, reminding her of what had happened, and she cringed at just the thought of it. “You heard about that…?” She let out a tired sigh, if Dalton had heard about it, then no doubt the entire world of show-choir would know soon enough. The New Directions were officially a laughing stock.

“I’m okay, thank you. I think the worst is over, thankfully,” She didn’t think she’d ever look at Brittany in quite the same way again, but she was okay in herself, aside from feeling more embarrassed than she’d ever been in her life. The corners of her mouth twitched up into a little smile at the sweet gesture and she found herself nodding into the phone, “That’s very sweet of you to ask, thank you, Blaine. I was planning on heading home for the night, and laying low until all of this died down, but seeing a friendly face might help lift my mood a little more.”

“Uh.  Yes. I did.  Don’t worry, it hasn’t hit the show choir blogs..  Yet.  I think McKinley’s resident creep was too busy in shock with the rest of the school to get any video of it.  And you taught everyone a valuable lesson.  Who knows?  You might’ve scared everyone onto the straight and narrow.  So?  There’s that?” Blaine’s attempt to comfort her might’ve gone to the desperate end of searching for the smallest pot of gold you could find at the end of the rainbow but he was trying.  Okay?  Sticking to the offering of tea was probably a better idea.  

The Warbler gave a curious glance around the shop to see if any of the New Directions kids showed up during their talk?  Still no one.  Looks like they would have the place to their relative selves.  Meaning no familiar faces to be seen anywhere.  Which meant she might be able to relax and recover without the pressure of her friends being there  “You’re welcome, Rachel. Want to meet me here?  Whenever you have the time.  Maybe after we could go see a movie or something else to keep your mind assembly free.”  Shouldering himself off the column, he decided to mosey over and get in line.  A pre-emptive coffee would hold him over until she got here.  “I’m glad you’re feeling better, by the way.  Don’t worry.  A new drama will make everyone forget about this in a week or so.  Isn’t that how high school works?”