Vicky watched as Paul’s car drove down the street and around the corner, passing Lauren’s school bus. She waited at the end of the driveway for Lauren, trying to calm herself, trying to lose the worry etched into her face.
“Hey, mom. What are you doing home so early?”
“Left work a little early. No big deal.” Stay calm. “Hey, what’dya say you go
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Writing fanfics will not make me cry...
Writing fanfics will not make me cry...
Writing poor, confused Dave and angry, shocked Paul and heartbroken Vicky will not....
Oh, fuck it. (Thanks so much!!)
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I picture Dave spending every afternoon for the next week and a half chatting with the same friendly voice on the other end of the line, getting his shit together and by the time Kurt comes back Ta-Da, all better. That could be all he needs.
That and a hug from his dad every now and then.
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