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Cooper walked towards Blaine, hands gently squeezing his shoulder. "I need to talk to you," he muttered.
Blaine pushed his hands away and sat behind his desk. "I think that's pretty obvious. Why don't you sit down?"
He took a seat across from Blaine. Then, there was silence; it wasn't what you would call awkward silence though. "I'm not sure how I should tell you this Blaine," he whispered, staring down at his fingers.
"Why don't you just tell me then? It's not like you've ever cared before." Blaine caught Cooper's attention and stared him down.
He laughed sarcastically. "Do you seriously think that?"
"No, I know that," Blaine scoffed.
"So, should I just tell you straight out that dad's dead," Cooper said harshly, slamming his hands down on the table. Blaine just stared at him, not saying a single word, half hoping that he would soon calm down. "Or should I start with something else?"
"Get out," Blaine whispered, his voice hoarse.
"No, I need you to listen to me Blaine," he said, much calmer.
"Cooper, I said get out," he yelled, standing up from his desk. "Get out!"
He raised his hands up, a sign of giving up and turned around. Cooper walked towards the door, but, before he left, he said," The funeral's this Saturday. Mom really wants you to be there." And with that, the door was opened, exposing a pale faced Kurt.
"Hello," Kurt whispered, looking down on the floor obviously embarrassed.
"The name's Cooper," he muttered, sticking his hand out to shake his hand.
Kurt gestured to the drinks he was holding and shook his head. "Kurt, get in here," Blaine yelled from inside the room.
"I-I better go," he said, walking past Cooper.
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"And he just told you, straight to your face," Kurt asked, shocked, nearly dropping his coffee.
"Yeah, just like that," Blaine whispered, twirling a mini apple pie around his fingers. His coffee, which was set beside him, was getting colder and colder by the minute.
They sat there for a moment, not saying a single word, the familiar silence comforting the two. Kurt continued to sip his coffee, knowing that all Blaine wanted now was silence. Blaine just stared at the pie in his hands, thinking about his father.
"Thank you," Blaine suddenly whispered, which took Kurt in a total surprise.
"What for," he muttered, putting his cup down.
Blaine turned to Kurt and looked him straight in the eyes, full of love and respect. "Thank you for being here for me," he whispered, giving him a light kiss.
"It's what I'm here for," he whispered, giving him a hug.
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