06

BLAINE sat in the sofa with his legs crossed as he scrutinized the folder in his hand. It was when he heard the voice of the house keeper at the door that he finally looked up after what might have seemed like hours.

Quite the surprise. Or no surprise actually. After all, Jonathan McCurby was Adelina's fiancée. 

Jonathan hung his coat on the hat stand before making his way into the living room in those hoity-toity steps that especially irate Blaine.  He watched him distinctively as he came closer to him before he — happily— broke the news.

"Adelina is asleep," he revealed to a Jonathan who was rather uninterested with that fact. 

"Okay. But it is you I came to see."

He closed the folder in his hands, resting into the sofa. "What about?"

"Adelina."

Blaine gave him blank look. 

What else could they ever have to talk about if not Adelina? He did not say anything and waited patiently for what was to follow wh