"Don't you want me baby?"
"Thank you all for coming out!" Rachel said into her bright pink microphone that made her words boom through the sound system in the stadium.
Blaine smiled and said into his microphone, "You guys have been a great audience! Goodnight everybody!" he grabbed Rachel's hand and dragged her backstage as their audience erupted into screams and applause.
The security guards lead them into their usual dressing room where they would take off their outfits, makeup and prepare to go back to their hotels.
Once they were in their dressing room with the door closed, Rachel quietly screamed, "I will never get used to that!"
"I already have." Blaine mumbled. He got a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt and escaped into the bathroom to change.
While he was changing he heard Rachel talking to him. "I really think that was our best performance yet! But we should get some new material ready for our next shows. To keep the audience interested."
"But our next show is in Ohio." Blaine exited the bathroom and Rachel entered it. "Why don't we save new performances for places more important than Ohio?"
"Ugh! A show is a show no matter where it is located!" Rachel said, turning on the water for a shower.
"But still… Ohio?" Blaine asked, loudly, as he started packing his bag with his hair products and his clothes that were left there over the two weeks that they had occupied the arena for shows. "What the hell is in Ohio?"
Rachel was silent for a moment before answering, "Your cousin! That ummm… Patrick, Preston…."
"Peter?" Blaine asked, sitting on the couch and turning on the mini television they were provided.
Rachel thought for a moment before answering, "Yeah that's him!"
Ten minutes later he heard the water turn off, and then the blow dryer turn on. Another twenty minutes later Rachel exited the bathroom in tight leather pants, a sparkling red tank top, and black stilettos, with her hair blown out straight and a fresh round of makeup applied, including eye shadow that was literally the same color and as sparkled as her top.
"Whoa, Rachel! Where you going that you need to be so… sparkly?" Blaine asked.
"I have a date, so sue me!" She sat on the couch next to him. "Anyways back to Ohio. Why would you say there is nothing special in Ohio? There is your cousin that you talk to practically every night!"
Blaine rolled his eyes, got up and walked over to the closet and got his black leather jacket. "I talk to him because I practically grew up with him until his family moved from California to Ohio and I became me!" He slipped his jacket on.
"'Became you?'" Rachel asked.
"Until I became half of this performing group. Half of… Blachel!" he started walking around looking for his favorite pair of pink sunglasses.
Rachel groaned at the mention of that name. "I told them I liked 'Ralaine' better. But, why do we need a stupid mash-up name anyways?"
Blaine rolled his eyes. "We have a mash-up name because the tabloids are convinced that since we are traveling the country together that we are a couple and completely in loooove."
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Even though we have denied it like a billion times they are still convinced. …I wonder how they will take me going on a date then. That should be interesting because the guy I'm going out with is capitol H-O-T hot, hot, and hot!"
"Well then me as your fake boyfriend would be forced to break up with you!" Blaine said as he found his sunglasses and propped them on the top of his head.
"Oh but if they knew the truth then they would let me date whomever I choose to date and you wouldn't have to be dragged into it." Rachel said, matter-of-factly.
Blaine re-sat on the couch next to her. "Oh but they never will. For if they did find out you would be out of a partner and out of a job missy." He smiled sweetly.
"I do not get what you are so afraid of. So you are…" she leaned in close and ever so softly whispered. "gay." She leaned back and spoke normally again. "Who gives a shit? I don't, your mom and dad don't, and that is all you actually care about anyway."
"Rachel…you don't get it. I'm a sixteen year old teen… icon, you could say. Children look up to you and me as their role models. How do you think our audience would react if I dropped a bomb like this on them? They would stop listening to us." He put his sunglasses in front of his eyes so they would hide the shame he was feeling.
Rachel put her arms around his shoulders, "Blaine you are over reacting. Everything will be fine. And there will be a day when you will get up the courage to tell the world who the real Blaine Anderson is. How totally awesome you truly are."
"Well that is not today. But I am totally awesome." He held up his hands, both flexed into the rocker symbols.
"We better go if you are to make it to your date on time." He smiled and stood up, holding out his hand and pulling Rachel to her feel. He went over and grabbed his bag and his phone off the table. He and Rachel then walked out of the dressing room and the security guards helped hold the crowd of screaming people back while they walked to their cars.
Just before they got into their cars, Blaine pulled Rachel into a tight hug, "you know you're not helping stop the Blachel rumors." She whispered into his ear.
"I could care less. You are me best friend and if I want to hug you it is my right." He kissed her on the cheek and walked over to his car, signing a few autographs on the way.
When he was safely in his private car and on the way to his hotel he heard his phone ring. He dug his iPhone out of his pocket and hit the answer button. "Hello." He said.
"Hey Blaine!" his older cousin's deep voice answered him. "You guys heading to Ohio yet?"
"Not for another week, Peter. Rachel and I are arriving Sunday night, remember?" Blaine rolled his eyes.
He heard Peter laugh. "Yeah, sure. So when do your shows start up? 'Cause my mom has been dying for some family bonding with our only cousin."
"Sounds just like Aunt Lily. After we arrive, shows don't start for another two weeks since we have to get the stage all set up."
"Awesome. And since you will have so much extra time, do you think you can do me a favor?" Peter's voice sounded very timid.
Blaine was hesitant, since the last time he did a favor for his cousin he ended up with a chicken, a BB gun, and very angry man's calls clogging up his inbox. "…Sure. What is it?"
"Do you think you and that pretty brunette duet partner of yours could come to McKinley with me for a week and visit the glee club?" Peter rushed out to say.
Blaine thought for a moment. "What's the catch?"
"Maybe do a performance too?"
"I don't see why not. I'll have to talk with Rachel about this but she has always talked about wanting to experience school and that stuff. Sounds like fun."
"Awesome! Thanks man!"
"For how long though?"
"Maybe a week? Not too long. Just long enough to prove to everyone that you are my cousin." Peter said.
Blaine then quickly understood his alterier motive. "Oh. So when you said you were my cousin, no one believed you?"
"Yeah…kind of. All the girls were raving about you one day in glee club cause you had just come out with your new album, but when I said you were my cousin they were like, 'No way. He is so much cooler and hotter then you. And you don't even look a like idiot.'" Peter sighed. Blaine felt really bad for his cousin, no one should have to deal with snobby people like that in their lives.
"Wow… Dude I'm sorry. Rachel and I will be there. We'll show them you weren't lying."
Peter laughed, "Thanks man. Hey I got to go. See you in a week."
"Bye."
When his driver pulled up to his hotel, Blaine grabbed his bags and ran up to his room. Luckily no one was tipped off about his hotel so there were no fans or cameras in his face.
He quickly got ready for bed and fell onto his king sized mattress and buried himself in the sheets. One week until 'Blachel' was headed to Ohio where he and Rachel would spend 4 weeks at his Aunt Lily and Uncle Bill's house.
Blaine though about high school as he drifted off into sleep. He had been told that if he attended school he would be a sophomore. But he thought about the atmosphere, he had never actually been to a high school and the thought of going there for a week intrigued him. But he and Rachel were lucky enough to have family members who tutored them when they weren't on tour. But
"What the hell is in Ohio?"
