Hi again I had the idea for this fanfic about a year ago and kind of just wrote it. Well a version of it. It had no direction though so I left it, but tonight I was hit with devine inspiration so I decided to remaster it. This is my second Blachel fanfic and I really hope you guys like it! Xx Lo
Chapter 1- She usually don't...
After a unanimous win at Nationals, the New Directions headed back to their hotel for some celebration. The Times Square hotel room was quite small and all the glee clubbers were there; Finn, one of her closest friends in the club, Santana the sassy Latina, Quinn the perfect cheerleader, Brittany the slightly dim cheerleader, Tina and her boyfriend Mike Chang, Artie one of the friendliest people ever, Mercedes the diva, Puck the rebel with the Mohawk, Kurt the fabulous and friendly out of the closet gay and Sam from down south who was sweet as. They were also joined by Kurt's best friend from an all boys private school, Blaine. Rachel couldn't help but feel out of place. She had never drank in her life and felt like no-one else wanted her there. That happened often. She was the talented competition winner who was more than a bit of a control freak. Sometimes she wondered if that was all her team mates saw her as.
Just at that moment Kurt handed her a flute of champagne, interrupting her internal conflict. He smiled. "Go ahead, take it. You definitely earned it superstar." he told her when she hesitated. Kurt was probably the person that she was closest to in the group. They were very alike in their interests and tastes.
Rachel smiled and took the glass from him. "Thanks Kurt." She decided to just go ahead and down it. That was what everyone else was doing and she was done being a one man wolf-pack. No, from now on Rachel Berry was going a team player. She mentally made a vow to herself. At the end of the day winning means nothing if one have no-one to share the victory with. After deciding to let go of her inhibitions, Rachel poured herself a shot of Vodka and downed that as well. She felt herself loosening up and having more fun. A smiling, yet slightly concerned Finn approached her.
"Hey Rachel, glad you're enjoying yourself." He began and she smiled. "I didn't know you drink."
Rachel pursed her lips. "I usually don't but I've decided that from now on I'm going to loosen up a bit you know?"
Finn nodded. "Don't get me wrong, it's not that I wasn't glad you were having a good time but I was just wondering if anything was up?" He was always very caring. Finn was a great guy. He always had your back. She knew this well after all the time they had been together.
Rachel shook her head. "I'm fine Finn but thanks for your concern. We just won Nationals and I'm celebrating like everyone else. We've waited so long for this and now our time has come. We're going to be going to Worlds! How amazing is that?"
Finn looked dubious. He wasn't convinced. That behaviour really wasn't like the Rachel that he knew and loved and he had a feeling that it wouldn't end well. "If you're sure..."
She nodded. "I'm sure. Now have a drink with me." Rachel smiled.
An hour or so, four vodkas and a rendition of I'll Drink To That later, everyone was well on it. They all tried to keep the noise level to a minimum to avoid unwanted attention, mainly from Mr. Schuester, who thought all his students were in bed. Rachel then officially knew what it felt like to be drunk. The party was getting better and better and she found a drinking partner. Blaine had joined her and they were knocking back beers and shots together.
"Can I tell you something?" He said, more than a bit tipsy after the volume of alcohol he had consumed.
Rachel smiled and swayed a bit. "Go ahead." She encouraged him.
Blaine took a sip of his beer. "You're hot!" he said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Even though she was drunk, Rachel hadn't been expecting that. Kurt had an obvious crush on him. They all thought Blaine was gay as well. Rachel accepted the compliment nonetheless. "Thank you, guess what?
"What?" He wondered, inebriated.
She giggled. "You're hot as well."
Blaine laughed. "Thank you very much."
Rachel tipped her bottle off his . "You are very welcome." She wasn't lying. Blaine was hot. He had short, dark hair that was usually perfectly gelled but had gradually come undone as the night progressed, tanned skin and hazel eyes. Rachel probably would have noticed more had she not thought he was gay this whole time.
"Hey Rach?" Blaine began.
She moved closer. "Yes?" she wondered biting her lip.
"Do you want to get some air for a while?" he asked getting up and holding out his hand.
She chuckled. "Of course." Rachel replied and he took her hand and helped her up. She stumbled a bit but they both made it outside. Rachel closed the door gently behind her, not wanting to attract attention even though she knew the chances of that were slim to none. She doubted that her fellow glee clubbers would have noticed if there was a brass band playing in the room at that moment. Rachel had just turned around when Blaine pulled her into an unexpected kiss. She was surprised but no way was she going to object. He was a great kisser and things were becoming increasingly hot. Rachel broke away for a minute and giggled.
"What?" Blaine wondered smiling and laughing as well.
"Are we seriously making out in the corridor of a hotel? Anyone could walk past!"
There was no denying that she was right and Rachel could see that Blaine was trying to think of something fast before they lost the passion. "How about we go back to my room?" he suggested and then she got the feeling that this could go further than making out. Regardless Rachel didn't care.
She nodded, enamoured by the enigma that was Blaine Anderson at that moment in time. "Sure."
He gave her a surly look and pouted. "Then let's go." Blaine smiled and took her hand.
