Sophie stared at her phone for a few moments before closing it and getting up out of bed to grab an overnight bag. She could feel something was off without knowing what, this was going to be a long night. The week had been horrible for everyone it seemed, but especially for Chuck. She walked out of her room into her and her brother’s music room and grabbed her guitar and backpack case. She slid it on and picked her overnight bag up from her room. On her way out, she quietly opened her brother’s door and peeked in. She knew he wanted to be left alone, so she just told him she’d be back in the morning and closed the door. The entire drive there she was in her own head, trying to come up with different scenarios over what happened to Chuck. He was always getting in some form of trouble, even when they first met he was digging himself into trouble. It wasn’t the best thing to witness nor was it too good to be around, but there were other things about him that made him a good guy in her book. Sophie parked her car and made her way into the building and up the elevator to his room. When she got to the door and found the shoe, she wasnt at all surprised. She sighed and picked it up, then made her way in whilst shutting and locking the door behind her. She set her things down in the living room and walked over to his bedroom door, peeking in. “Chuck, you in here? I let myself in.”
Chuck texted Sophie. He hoped she would come, he was too high and too drunk to even properly put his shoes on and he needed to feel grounded. He needed somebody to hold on to and usually he would find Blaine about now but even thinking about that made his chest squeeze around the hollow that had formed. Sophie was the only person he could think of that would actually come over with no explanation. She seemed to be the only person who didn’t hate him after what he did to Kurt. Chuck wasn’t sure what time it was or what he had told Sophie by now but he climbed out of bed, nearly falling to the floor and stumbled to the door. He opened it and put a shoe in the doorway so it wouldn’t close and crawled back to his bed and curled up in a ball in the middle of it, holding on to a pillow and waiting for her arrival.