Emma stood in the kitchen already dressed for school, staring intently as the coffee dripped down into the carafe. She already had her travel cup ready to go filled with the precise amount of cream and sugar, all it was waiting for was the most important ingredient. She had her coffee down to an exact science and this was no surprise seeing as how they were definitely a coffee family. Emma joked all the time that this was the reason she was so tiny and short. But here she was drinking more coffee anyway, because at this moment she needed it. She was always the first one awake, having quite a routine in the morning to get ready. Shower, try on 3 different outfits, pick one, get coffee, eat breakfast, change her outfit one more time, then finally make-up and hair. Today though part of the reason she was awake right now was because she was having trouble sleeping.
Emma had woken up, her body still shaking from her fight she had had with Dani, as well as her situation at home. She was constantly reminding herself that she had failed Rosalie, and there was the ever nagging reminder of her parents failed marriage. Kurt was sleeping upstairs and Blaine was sleeping downstairs in the guest room. In Emma’s eyes it was no different than the situation they were in before. In fact it was almost worse because it was an obvious reminder that their family was still not okay. Emma had tossed and turned all night, waking up occasionally, her breathing erratic and her heart racing. She was able to calm herself down a bit and attempt to sleep peacefully, but it just wasn’t happening. Now she was feeling it while she stood in the kitchen waiting as patiently as possible for her coffee to brew.
The coffee finally finished pouring, signaling with a sputtering noise, that Emma could now add it to her awaiting cup. She poured it in quickly watching the coffee swirl around with the cream and sugar, mixing it together. After setting the carafe back on the coffee maker she padded over to the fridge, the heels of the boots she had matched with her outfit clicking on the tile floor, and grabbed two ice cubes so she would be able to start drinking her coffee without burning her mouth. She dropped them in putting on the lid and swirling the liquid around before taking a cautious sip. As Emma was reaching for the bagels on the counter so she could start making her breakfast, she heard the guest room door open and rolled her eyes.
She still wasn’t thrilled that Blaine had moved back in “to help Kurt with the children.” He should want to move back in with them, want to be part of their family again, not just do it because they had been “out of control.” Emma didn’t feel that vibe from him at all. Sure she hadn’t made an effort to welcome him back with open arms, but he was her dad and he shouldn’t be acting like it was almost awkward for him to be back in their home. Emma sighed to herself as she heard her dad walking towards the kitchen. She slipped the bagel she had just cut in half in the toaster pushing it down hard then moving quickly to the fridge to get the cream cheese so she could make her bagel and just be done quickly, hopefully avoiding the awkwardness that she felt was about to enter the kitchen with her dad. She didn’t know if she could handle it all right now, especially with the way she was still feeling from last night.
Blaine rubs his eyes tiredly as he makes up the bed from the pull out sofa in the office. It had been his residence for the better part of a few weeks, and although it wasn’t the most ideal living situation, it worked to the better. Kurt had barely let Blaine back into the good graces that he sought so desperately, and they were still keeping their space from one another, slowly easing their way back into a relationship after being apart for so long.
A pang of guilt ripples through Blaine as he looks over to the picture in the frame that caused him plenty of pain, but he still couldn’t bear to hide it. It was the last picture that they as a family had taken together before the divorce. Blaine had made enough money from the most recent production that the theater had put on to take the family to California for a family vacation, hoping to ease some of the tension that was occurring at home. The five of them stood on the beach, Kurt in a floppy hat and a zinc oxide covered nose, Blaine with his bright sunglasses and board shorts, Lee and Emma sharing a sisterly hug with sun kissed skin, and Maik in board shorts similar to Blaine’s, giving the camera a goofy smile. They were so happy there, but when they got back home, reality game back to slap them all in the face. Shortly after, the fighting had become so escalated, so heated, that Blaine couldn’t take it anymore and had served the papers.
Sighing, Blaine pulls on an old t-shirt from the suitcase he was still living out of, ready to head out into the kitchen as the smell of coffee perks up his senses. Blaine hears a person moving around, and pads out into the hallway. He wasn’t sure what he would do if the person was one of his daughters. God, I sound like a terrible father, avoiding my own children. They may be giving me the cold shoulder, but that doesn’t give me the right to do the same to them, especially when it’s me who scorned them and not the other way around.
Making his way into the kitchen, Blaine does his best to put a smile on his face as he notices Emma retrieving something out of the fridge. Of his two daughters, Emma seemed to be giving Blaine more the cold shoulder than Lee. They had hardly talked since Blaine had come home, but he couldn’t say he blamed his daughter. He had put the wedge between them and now it was up to him to fix it. Walking across the kitchen, Blaine offers Emma a more genuine smile while pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Looks good, kiddo. I hope you got your coffee making genes from me.” He teases lightly, inhaling the succulent scent of the the black coffee. Met with silence, as per the usual, Blaine lets out a deep sigh before biting his lip.
“Emma, I know we haven’t gotten a chance to talk much and things haven’t been easy for you, but I’m still your dad, and I still am here for you no matter what, okay? Is there anything you want to talk about?” I might not deserve to be here for you, but damn it, I’m going to try.