Literature
Trapped - Part 11
The house fell once again into a relaxed silence. It was mid afternoon, so Finn was at school, and Burt was still working at the garage. Carole, after checking a million times over to make sure the boys were alright, had popped out to the shops; after years of only feeding two mouths, it must have been quite a step to handle four meals a night. Now it was five. From the sofa in the living room, Kurt's gentle breathing could just about be heard, and every so often, a low, happy sigh. Blaine had left him to rest, and now sat at the dining room table, staring at the objects in front of him. His phone. A slip of paper.
Worry for Will's response