Rachel opened the door and found a shocking surprise. It was Blaine in jeans and brown jacket. His hair was tousled in that lovely way of his. Rachel saw that his eyes were troubled and briefly looked at her. With his hands in his pockets, he looked around him. She closed the door behind her, her heart beating wildly against her chest. The night-s chill did nothing to cool the sudden shot of warmth at Blaine-s sight.
''Blaine!'' she exclaimed. He did not look up. ''Blaine, what are you doing here?'' It was her turn to look around. It was past midnight. What was he doing there?
Green eyes shone, like two emeralds, under the dim-lighted night. Blaine took a few steps forward and stopped, three feet away from her, he finally looked at her.
''I'm so sorry, I know, I shouldn't have come,'' he shook his head, bowing a little. Rachel heard a slow breath intake, and with apparent resumed energy, he said, ''But I had to see you''
Wow, Rachel thought. She was shocked, mildly surprised.
''You did?''
''I lied, okay?'' He blurted out, as he walked towards her. ''What I said to you at the coffee shop,'' he shook his head. ''I lied,'' he repeated again.
Rachel's big brown eyes widened. She tried to keep her composure but the truth was, she was barely containing herself.
Blaine was now standing near, so near. It was easy to hear his breathing. And watch the curve of his lips. Even under the darkened sky.
''What are you trying to say now?'' It came as a whisper.
''I'm saying, let's give it a chance.''
