and my soul went 'oh, there you are!'

justanotherspanishteacher:

Anna looked between the blonde, and then her youngest son, and you could almost see the wheels turning in her old mind, making the connection. After a few moments, “It’s nice to meet you, dear.” she said politely, before saying something about the bathroom, and…

Scott glanced at his coffee mug a moment before looking at the others. “I think she has Dementia, or some form of memory loss.” he said softly, seriously. “Holly, she was…rather rude to you - something I’m going to apologize for right now - but she didn’t even remember it when she saw you just now.” Will bit his lip, mulling it over. It would make sense…

justanotherspanishteacher:

“Really odd.” Will agreed, as Scott helped their mother inside and off with her jacket. “It’s cool out today.” she said wisely, as if they had no other way of knowing. Scott nodded and lead her into the kitchen. Their mother looked at Holly, no sign of recognition…

Anna looked between the blonde, and then her youngest son, and you could almost see the wheels turning in her old mind, making the connection. After a few moments, “It’s nice to meet you, dear.” she said politely, before saying something about the bathroom, and Scott escorting her, though he came back as soon as she was set. “There’s something up.” he said gravely. 

justanotherspanishteacher:

Scott braced himself before opening the door like a police officer does for a crime scene. This would be…difficult. He opened the door and tried to act as casual as possible. He was met with a kind smile and dull eyes, the same colour as his. “Hi, Mom.” Scott said…

“Really odd.” Will agreed, as Scott helped their mother inside and off with her jacket. “It’s cool out today.” she said wisely, as if they had no other way of knowing. Scott nodded and lead her into the kitchen. Their mother looked at Holly, no sign of recognition on her face. “Hello.” she said softly, almost sweetly, sincerely, to Holly. “I’m Anna Schuester, and you are?” Will raised a brow, and Scott gave him a stern look. He had a hunch, but didn’t want to let anyone in on it, until it had been confirmed. 

justanotherspanishteacher:

At Holly’s exclamation, Scott buried his head in his arms at the table for a moment. “This cannot be happening…” he mumbled, sounding tired already. He sighed before getting up and trudging - yes, trudging - to the front door, giving Will, and Jen, a look as he…

Scott braced himself before opening the door like a police officer does for a crime scene. This would be…difficult. He opened the door and tried to act as casual as possible. He was met with a kind smile and dull eyes, the same colour as his. “Hi, Mom.” Scott said softly, and the old woman smiled more widely. Her son was here. She must be in the right place, then. Good. For a moment, she’d forgotten. “Scott!” and before he could stop her, she flung her frail little body at him, something he wasn’t accustomed to. 

sheslike-thewind:

justanotherspanishteacher:

Both brothers blanched as they heard an all-too-familliar voice following Holly opening the door. “Who are you?” it said. They exchanged looks. “No…it can’t be- I just emailed her…” Scott whispered. But it was. Their mother.

Holly quirked an eyebrow. “Who are …

At Holly’s exclamation, Scott buried his head in his arms at the table for a moment. “This cannot be happening…” he mumbled, sounding tired already. He sighed before getting up and trudging - yes, trudging - to the front door, giving Will, and Jen, a look as he went. Will just looked between his wife and sister-in-law, not sure what to make of it. “Seriously….what the-” he quickly looked. Crap. Kids were abound. “What in the world,” he phrased. 

sheslike-thewind:

justanotherspanishteacher:

ooc: Don’t hate me, okay? Okay.

Scott was just about to open his mouth when the doorbell rang. It was only nine ten in the morning, and a Saturday, too. Who on earth could it be? Not Nat and Andrew, perhaps Tom, but he was probably at the bar…

ooc: HAHAHA I…

Both brothers blanched as they heard an all-too-familliar voice following Holly opening the door. “Who are you?” it said. They exchanged looks. “No…it can’t be- I just emailed her…” Scott whispered. But it was. Their mother.  

justanotherspanishteacher:

“So,” Scott started, doctoring his coffee and taking a sip before resuming his seat and folding his hands on the table. “Did you write mom back?” It was the first thing that had come out of Will’s mouth. Scott thought a moment before nodding. “Yes. I inquired more…

ooc: Don’t hate me, okay? Okay. 

Scott was just about to open his mouth when the doorbell rang. It was only nine ten in the morning, and a Saturday, too. Who on earth could it be? Not Nat and Andrew, perhaps Tom, but he was probably at the bar…