Chapter 1: Thoughts

Rachel's P.O.V

God, Blaine could do sexy. He was it. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he sang 'Boyfriend' by Justin Bieber. The way he danced... No-one knew what he was doing to me when he went on stage. Every time his eyes met mine, I melted. It was like I was putty in his hands, willing to let him do whatever he wanted to me.

As he sang the last note, dropping low, he caught my eye and winked. At that moment, practically everyone in Glee looked at me. Some more subtle, with just a glance, whilst others completely leaned out of their chairs and stared. A blush settled on my cheeks. I ducked my head, staring down. A curtain of dark hair fell to hide my face.

The person who looked the most surprised was Kurt. His jaw dropped, and his eyes shone hurt. But it wasn't like it was wrong, Blaine had broken up with Kurt a couple of months before. But it didn't stop the obvious reason from showing Kurt was still crazy about his ex-boyfriend. But with Blaine... people weren't so sure. He claimed to be gay, and had been single for two months now. Girls at McKinley High crowded him, each girl had been desperate just to get a taste of what Blaine Anderson was like.

But none of them had come close.

Only one girl drove Blaine wild.

That girl was Rachel Berry.

Blaine's P.O.V

Everything about her... her long, silky dark hair- how it hung down so I wanted to run my fingers through it. Her sumptuous lips that I always wanted to bite down on. Hard. Her wide-eyed innocence. I wanted to take full advantage of it. But, but- I couldn't. Finn Hudson got in the way of that.

So while I'd do anything to push her up against the lockers and make her scream my name, I didn't.

Finn was like a brother to me. I couldn't betray his trust.

I just couldn't resist the wink at the end. It was cute that she got embarrassed.

Rachel's P.O.V

"So-Rachel- Blaine, huh?" Santana propped herself against the grand piano with an elbow.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I gabbled, attempting to push past her. My stomach was churning with fear. Of course, Santana had caught on. She always did.

"Oh, please. You know exactly what I'm talking about. So don't give me any of that crap. How long have you two been seeing each other?"

A crowd had formed around Santana, the girls of Glee club, eager for gossip.

"We- haven't- been- seeing- each- other." With every word, I gave a hard push against Santana, but she was impossible to break. Santana wouldn't budge.

"I saw the look he gave you. He's meant to be gay, but- you know. People can change," she said with a smirk.

"Just, just leave me alone. I'll be fine if you leave me alone, I'll-"

"I thought Rachel was going out with Finn? Can people cheat on each other now?" Britney, in her usual stupidity/innocence, asked. Santana smiled fondly at her girlfriend.

"Apparently, they can," she said deliberately, shooting a look over her shoulder at me. The two girls walked away.

The crowd broke down, and spread out, muttering, disappointed.

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I hoped Finn would wait behind for me, but I was sorely disappointed. I tried to understand, he had universities to apply to for his acting career, but I couldn't stop the feeling of my heart dropping down into the pit of my stomach.

It was Blaine instead, casually leaning against the doorway. He looked good enough to eat, wearing a white shirt, loosely buttoned at the top. It gave me a full view of his neck. This time, he ditched the bow ties and tucked in jumpers, combining his white shirt and denim jeans.

"Hey, Rach," he grinned, finally catching my attention. I pretended like I hadn't been looking at his neck. Damn him.

"It's Rachel, not Rach," I snapped.

"Ooh, touchy. I like it. It's a good colour on you. You look cuter when you're angry."

My blood boiled; I was ready to hit him, to punch him in the face.

Instead, I controlled my anger with a deep breath, and brushed past him. He turned, following me.

"Free tonight?"

He was using the voice. The deep, husky voice he knew I adored. I had to hook in my butterflies and keep them trapped there.

"No." I said stiffly, walking quickly away.

I heard a laugh behind me, and didn't look back.

Rachel's P.O.V

I saw him every day in Glee, after that 'episode.' But he didn't talk to me. That's what I found odd.

It wasn't like I was disappointed, or anything. I was with Finn.

But...

But nothing. There's nothing going on between you two; you love Finn, the voice in my head told me.

But unexpectedly, one day, the silence ended.

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The library was one of the few places it felt peaceful, and quiet. My life is so harassed, I struggle to fight in time for practice, keeping my boyfriend happy, and on top of that, school work.

I had just finished off a 2000 word essay I was assigned to for English, feeling pretty pleased with myself.

"Hey, Rach." He slid into the chair next to me.

"I wish you'd stop calling me that," I snapped at him.

"Call you what?" He asked me, a corner of his mouth stretching into a smile. My attention was caught on his mouth... The cute way it curled up when he grinned. Focus. You are Rachel Berry, and you are NOT going to give into a boy.

I began to gather up my books and folders. I didn't have time for this."Ugh. Nothing."

"Listen..." He leaned in closely, so that I could smell the outdoors on him. Fresh pine... and the way grass smells after rain.

"I was wondering. You free tomorrow night?"

He was asking me out on a date. Perfect.

"Uh..." I had to force myself awake, my eyelids were fluttering shut at the scent of him. "No. I'm not. I have to practice."

"Practice, practice, practice. It's all you ever do. Loosen up a bit."

"I'm fine," I insisted."Now leave me alone."

He waved his hands in defeat. "Alright, cool. But know this-" My heartbeat was erratic when his lips touched my ear, and he whispered. "-You're missing out."

I spotted Finn, being the life-saver he is. "There's my boyfriend. Now I recommend you leave, before he pounds you into dog meat into that wall." It sounded nothing like me, I wasn't tough, and my voice cracked. I heard that same chuckle, low and husky. I heard his chair legs scrape, and his footsteps away.

I felt Finn's arms wrap around me, keeping me close. I felt like a dagger through my heart, what I was doing to Finn.

And I felt the thrill and selfishness of it all.