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Blaine went through his usual morning routine in the office, checking his email, catching up on the news, and jotting down his plans for the day. He was grateful Judy gave him so much leeway in his job. With just the two of them on the staff and some volunteers, he sometimes ended up with twelve-hour days to keep up with everything. Once he realized the day was sort of light, he gave in and made the call he was dreading.
“Burt Hummel’s office,” a bored-sounding receptionist answered on the second ring.
He cleared his throat. “Um, hi. My name is Blaine Anderson, I’m returning Representative Hummel’s phone call from this morning?”
“Hold on,” she replied before Blaine was met with dead air. He took a few deep breaths. It wasn’t every day his ex’s father called him. Though since it was at work and not his cell phone, he did feel a bit relieved that it wasn’t something that happened to Kurt.
The line clicked back on. “Blaine? You there?”
Blaine was so startled he almost dropped the receiver. “Yeah, yeah, I’m still here, sir.”
He heard Burt’s hearty laugh over the line. “After all these years, your manners haven’t changed one bit. How are you, kid?”
“I’m fine, si…Burt. How about you? How’s Washington treating you?”
“Pretty damn well,” Burt replied. “Had a minor scare right after the last campaign, but the docs only had me ease down on the travel for a couple months. As soon as I came back to Capitol Hill I felt at home again.”
“Meaning away from Carole taking care of you nonstop?” Blaine joked.
“Among others.” He knew the meaning of that sentence. Suddenly Blaine was taken back six years to his eye injury and Kurt doting on him every moment between when he got out of school and his curfew. He picked a pen out of his utensil holder and flips it through his fingers a few times, just to get his brain off the subject of Kurt and focused back onto the phone call.
“So to what do I owe this phone call?” he asked.
“Actually, I was hoping you’d be up to meeting me for dinner tomorrow,” Burt said. “We have a long weekend so I’m coming home late tonight. I can drive down there to Columbus if you aren’t up to making it up here. Though I seem to remember you having a bit of a hankering for some of Breadstix’s special Chicken Alfredo back then.”
“It might be best if you want to come here. I have a couple deadlines coming up and leaving two hours early probably won’t sit well with my boss.” What Blaine wasn’t about to say was that he only loved their Chicken Alfredo because it was what he ate on his and Kurt’s first date.
“That’s fine. I can meet you somewhere, say, 6:30-ish?”
Blaine nodded even though Burt wouldn’t be able to see him. “That’s fine. There’s an awesome sports bar near OSU. I can send you the address so Carole and…and she wouldn’t know.” He mentally berated himself for almost saying the name.
Burt chuckled. “Sounds good. I still have my email for the shop, it’ll be easiest for you to send it to that one since everything here gets screened so much.”
“Gotcha. I’ll see you tomorrow, Burt,” Blaine said as he jotted down a reminder in his day planner to do that.
“See ya, kid,” Burt replied before he hung up. Blaine set the receiver back in the cradle and stared at his computer screen.
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