The best medicine
Rachel was in a sour mood all day at school, she missed seeing Finn between classes and eating lunch with him. Her friends noticed she was in a funk too, although most of them snickered at her missing her boyfriend after such a short amount of time. As soon as the bell rang she rushed to her locker, putting her books away and grabbing her and Finn’s homework before walking to her car. On her way to Finn’s house she stopped to pick up some chicken soup for him, and soon she was pulling up to the Hudmel house. Kurt wasn’t home yet, and she didn’t see any of the cars except Finn’s in the driveway, so she knocked and then let herself in so that he didn’t have to get up. “Finn? It’s me,” she said, waiting for an answer so she knew whether he was in his room or on the couch.
The Best Medicine
When Emily texted Ian and told him that she was sick, he knew that he still wanted to spend time with her, even if it was just him taking care of her. He made some soup for her - well, heated up soup for her - before he got Daisy hooked up onto her leash and brought her with him over to Emily’s dads house, knowing that he just wanted to spend time taking care of his girlfriend. Once he got there, he got Daisy out of the car and knocked on the door, seeing the slight surprise that was on Emily’s dads face when he saw him there. “Hi, Mr. Reynolds, I’m here to see Em,” he said, not really sure how her father felt about the two of them getting back together. However, the older man did step aside and let him inside, so he figured that he wasn’t hated too much. As he walked towards Emily’s room, he saw her fathers girlfriend sitting on the couch and he couldn’t help but feel annoyance at the girl that was causing Emily so much extra stress in her life.
He knocked softly on the door before opening it, laughing when Daisy hurried inside, obviously sensing that her Mommy was nearby. Ian walked into the room, closing the door behind him before he sat down on the edge of the bed, setting the soup down on the bedside table before he ran his hand gently through her soft hair. “Hey baby,” he said softly, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, looking at her with love in his eyes, knowing that he wanted nothing more for her to feel better. “I didn’t know if you feel asleep or if you were being stubborn, but me and Daisy are here to take care of you and I brought soup,” he told her with a small smile on his face, continuing to run his hand gently through her hair. “How’re you feeling? Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” he asked, knowing that he wanted to do whatever he could to make her happy.
"Yo, Jules! It's Jason Cohn in South Philly..."
One of my best friends says his first AND last name when he leaves me a voicemail and it makes me laugh every time. He knows he doesn’t have to say his name at all because I know his voice when I hear it, but he does it anyway because I think it’s hilarious.
He’s been doing it for 17 years—since the answering machine days—before I even had a cell phone. I hope he keeps it up.
