New York, January 2015.
'I'm leaving in five minutes, Rachel. Do you need anything at the grocery ?'
Blaine asked her as he was preparing himself to go out. It was really cold outside and snowy. January in New York. He loved winter time. Going outside to drink a hot chocolate with his beloved people, that's what he liked. 'Rachel ?' She didn't answer. It was typical of her, she must have been busy or something. He didn't care much and kept on slipping on his coat.
One, two, three … Rachel, sitting on the bath, looked down to the pregnancy test she had in her hand. Before she had the chance to see the result, she closed her eyes again. She didn't want to know, not now, not in this bathroom all alone. She couldn't help but think. Her head was going to explode, no, she needed to know. 'Rachel, breathe, just breathe.' She took a deep breath and opened her eyes at last. 'Please, not positive.' She looked at the stick she was holding. Suddenly, she began to tremble like a leaf. She had seen two little blue lines. 'I'm off !' Blaine yelled from the living room. What does it mean 'two lines' ? Rachel took the pregnancy test's box and tried to find the notice. She read : 'There will be two lines if you are pregnant'. She stood up violently, hitting herself in the bathroom unit.
'Argh !' she screamed, before leaving the room.
Blaine was still in their apartment in front of the door.
'I thought you were out' Rachel said as she was drying her tears.
He turned round and saw her crying. Her skin seemed really pale from where he was. Maybe it was because of the sun going down.
'Obviously, I am not.' he replied. 'Rachel, what is wrong ? I heard you screaming. Everything's okay ?'
She tried not to cry again, she had to be okay. But, the hardest she tried couldn't help her being fine. She was pregnant, but she couldn't be a mother. She walked fast towards Blaine to take refuge in his arms. He couldn't say anything. Of course, he didn't know what was happening, but he was sure there was a problem with her. He kissed her forehead and hold her closely. A few minutes later, he decided to break the silence. Rachel was still crying against him and he hated seeing her that way. She was supposed to be that strong woman full of energy and stuff and he admitted a long ago that she was the strongest of them.
'Hey Rach, what's going on with you ?' he said, his words lost in her hair.
'I'm twenty, I am a mid-time waitress, I only played a week on Broadway …' she whispered in a leech. She looked up while speaking and then, hugged him hardly.
'Yes, you are.'
'I can't carry a baby, Blaine. I-I just can't. It is more than I can handle'. She kept on crying more and more. Her entire life was falling down. She did want a baby, but not now. She wanted to live her dream before, have a life of her own. Maybe getting married.
Blaine didn't pronounce a single word. He was shocked, of course, but he wanted to be there for his friend. He embraced her tightly and kissed her forehead again. Over the years, Rachel and he became close friends, almost like brother and sister. But he never imagined to be the first to know about those kind of things. Actually, he was freaking out for her and Finn. What are they going to do ?
'It's gonna be okay, I promise.'