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The inside of the bus was filled with cheers and laughter. There was singing all around as the Warblers prepped themselves for the upcoming competition. It was quite obvious that they were all excited.
Kurt and Blaine sat somewhere in the left aisle, with the countertenor beside the window. Both were chatting animatedly about a variety of topics.
They were in the middle of a debate of who was hotter: Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom, when Kurt's phone belted out an unfamiliar tone. He excused himself from the conversation and took it out with a confused expression on his face. Blaine was quick to notice the sudden change in the disposition of the junior.
"Kurt? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. The other boy didn't answer and sat staring at the screen instead. Blaine's triangular eyebrows furrowed and decided to look at Kurt's phone.
Unknown Caller.
The countertenor huffed, obviously puzzled. "Now who could this be?"
Blaine shrugged and pursed his lips. "I have no idea. You should answer it, it could be an important call." he said.
Kurt sighed and pressed the answer button, murmuring out a greeting. However, he could not hear the muffled answer from the other line over the noise of the other Warblers. He frowned then shouted. "Guys! I'm on the phone! Be quiet for a while, will you?" His words were still drowned and it took him quite a few tries to get the other boys to quiet down. The noise was not completely gone however, just lessened for a while.
"Hello?" he asked once more. "Yes, this is Kurt Hummel. To whom am I speaking?" Kurt's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh. Yes I was… What about them?"
The countertenor's next words were something no one was expecting.
"What do you mean they're dead?"
The noise in the bus quickly died down, making the statement hang in the air. Everyone heard what the porcelain boy had said and it was a shock to all of them. Even Blaine looked at him in confusion.
"Tell me this is some practical joke, please." Kurt's voice trembled. "C-can I talk to Alix please? Thanks." He let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, this is Kurt…He did, but I don't believe him. Alix, please tell me that Zac was kidding… It can't be Alix, it can't be… B-but how? Uhm, o-okay then…"
Kurt pocketed his phone while everyone was gaping at him. He looked at Blaine with teary eyes and grabbed the older boy's arm. "B-Blaine…" he muttered, tears falling. "B-Blaine, th-they're… the twins a-are…" he stuttered, unable to complete his words as a sob erupted from his lips. Blaine was quick to envelop the younger boy in his arms, murmuring words of encouragement.
"Shh, come on Kurt. Don't cry. Shush now, darling." he cooed, patting Kurt's back. "Everything will be alright."
The countertenor only sobbed harder. "How can it be alright, Blaine? Tell me how! They're dead! Dead!"
Blaine was struck speechless at hearing Kurt's words. "What do you mean?" he asked. The eerie silence in the air was almost unbearable.
"Kurt?" Wes suddenly called, appearing near them with David by his side. "W-who died?"
Kurt lifted his head up, his eyes full of tears and his face contorted into a hurt expression. He was pursing his lips, which were trembling. "The twins." he whispered, before once again erupting into sobs.
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The inside of the bus was filled with silence and stillness. There was no singing even though the Warblers usually prepped themselves before any competition. It was quite obvious that they were all morose from the news.
Kurt and Blaine sat somewhere in the left aisle, with the countertenor beside the window. Both were quiet; one still crying openly and the other letting tears fall down silently.
Wes and David sat behind the duo, both in the same condition as the first two were.
Frankly, everyone in the bus was in the same state; there were those who were crying while others were struck speechless and looked shocked for the most part.
Zachary Dominique Vierge had called Kurt Elizabeth Hummel earlier, informing the countertenor that the twins; Marque Matthieu Vierge and Therron Marquis Vierge, brothers of his, had died just a few hours earlier. Alexandrie Corinne Vierge, sister of the redheads, confirmed this news.
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R. I. P.
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