miss pillsbury.

Thank you Blaine. It’s just Will left me for someone else. I.. I just can’t be anywhere near him He is now happy with Shelby, Rachels mom and i just need to forget him but i have no idea how to do that. I am not even allowed to help him with glee club anymore”

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Blaine blinked in stunned surprise. Of all the things he expected?  Mister Schue doing that would have been one of the last.  He sighed softly and walked across the room when she was halfway through and by the time she was finished–he knelt beside her chair so that she would only have him to focus on.  Maybe that would calm her down? Reaching up–he gathered both of her hands into his and rested them on her knees.  “I’m sorry–I’m shocked.”  His mind was sort of blown but he didn’t want her to keep feeling this way.  No one should.  Imploring eyes stared up at her, their hands rested on the bends of her knees as he squeezed.  “I–if I can be honest?  If anyone does that to someone?  They’re not worth your tears.  I know it hurts now but you are so much better than that.  You deserve so much more. Everyone does.  That’s just not okay–and the glee club loves you.  There’s no way we’d let him kick you out of helping.  Not for that reason.”

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miss pillsbury.

“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?”

miss pillsbury.

“Hey Blaine.. good to see you again.” she smiled.

“Good morning, Miss Pillsbury.  It’s good to see you, too.  Do you have a minute?  Or are you busy,” he asked while gently drumming his fingers against the strap of his satchel.  “I can come back another time if you have an appointment.”