Tracey knew that. She really did. She knew that Theo was nothing at all like Blaine and that he'd never make her do anything she didn't want to. The instinct to worry about it was just deeply rooted.
"Okay," she had started to say, frowning only slightly at the idea of Theo writing her parents. Then he mentioned actually having the party, and her eyes widened again. "But- But you'd have to be- I mean, he'd be there and you'd be-" Even though he said she wouldn't have to come, she was still picturing it in her head, seeing him again, that angry look in his eyes, what he'd do if he saw her. Unconsciously the fingers of her left hand went to her right wrist, the one that Blaine had broken at their last meeting. Her fingers curled around her wrist, twisting nervously around as her breathing grew shorter. "I can't- What if he-"