Hey guys! I used to write some twilight fanfics. About two years ago, and I haven't been able to write much since then, but I'm trying again now. This is going to be hard for me, but i'm really going to try and finish this one (but I'm going to need all the help i can get). I know my writing isn't the best, and proofreading isn't my favorite thing to do (so there are always a ton of errors) but i'm asking you to bare with me. I would appreciate the constructive criticism, it'll help me become a better writer. Anyways. This is a Blainchel/Raine fanfiction story i've ever written, and I'm picking it up at BIOTA. No promises that it'll follow the show at all. In fact it might just start here and the next chapter might be a "two years later" thing idk yet. But I hope you like it.

Also, my name is going to go unmentioned because I hate it. But you can call me Shay (which might be my pen name when i become a famous author *shrugs*

Enjoy! And reviews will encourage me to update and not give up :) 3

"Yup. I'm gay. One hundred percent gay. Thanks for clearing that up for me Rachel!"

"One hundred percent gay"

"Gay"

Rachel kept repeating the words in her head as she watched Blaine walk away from her. As she watched the first man she met who actually shared the same passion she did about her music.

"That was hard wasn't it?" Kurt said with sympathy evident in his voice.

Rachel put on her best show face and blurted out something about how this experience was song writing gold and that she had to go compose. She quickly pecked Kurt on the checked before rushing out of the Lima Bean.

She opened her car door and practically leaped in before quickly driving away in a very reckless manner. Her heart began to beat faster, her eyes began to burn, and her lip quivered. There wasn't much time before she lost it.

She was about a block away from she house…I think I can make it. She put a little more pressure on the gas pedal as she sped down her street.

Rachel put her key into the lock and turned it to enter her house. She kicked off her shoes and wandered into her kitchen.

"Dad! Daddy! I'm home!" she yelled as she walked through the kitchen.

That is when she saw the pink slip sitting on the counter. She sighed; she knew exactly what it meant.

Rachel,

Your Dad and I had to go on a business trip last minute, and we are very sorry that we couldn't tell you sooner. We'll be back on Wednesday! We love you very much.

With all the love in the World,

Daddy & Dad

She groaned as she crumpled up the sheet of paper and tossed it in the trash. So predictable, of course they were gone. Why would they be home when she needed them? What a ridiculous thought. She groaned and hit her fist on the counter, feeling the familiar burning sensation return to her eyes. Just like before, but this time, she was alone.

Her bottom lip quivered as she let the sorrow take over. She slowly sank to the kitchen floor as she let the sobs rack through her body. This wasn't something Rachel would normally do, Rachel Berry doesn't cry like this over a boy. She was crying over hope, a future, and the perfection of those kisses. Sure, for the first kiss she was drunk off her ass, but the kiss that happened in the Lima Bean…it was a kiss worth a romantic comedy. That kiss was…..it was fireworks.

The sobs stopped, the tears ceased to fall, and she slowly began to be able to breathe again. She looked up at the clock, and groaned when she saw that it was already 12:03 A.M.

"Perfect," she mumbled to herself and she pulled herself up off the floor.

She ran her fingers through her hair and tried to think of what to do, when the doorbell interrupted her thoughts. She looked in the direction of the door with a perplexed expression on her face. For a few minutes she deliberated before she walked to the door and looked through the peephole, and there he was. In all his glory.

Rachel groaned and laid her forehead against the door before shouting, "Go away Blaine!" through the door.

"Rachel! I'm really sorry!" Blaine shouted back, "But we really need to talk. Its important."

"Blaine….this isn't a good time," she said, trying to prevent her voice from cracking. She didn't want him know how much pain she was in.

"Rachel. I lied. At the Bean. To you, and Kurt, I lied." Blaine said, finally getting Rachel's attention.

She didn't respond, instead she took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Blaine's expression lightened slightly as he looked at her. She just stared at him as he shook in the cold.

"Well. Are you going to let me in?" Blaine asked cautiously, under Rachel's gaze.