Rachel was really enjoying her life in New York. She was freshman at NYADA, getting used to struggling with her dancing teacher, trying new techniques to improve her singing, rebuilding her relationship with Shelby, who she was living with -Yes, she loves her dads, but the opportunity of knowing her mother was really appealing and once she finished her dorm inspection, that was the best choice she could have ever made-. And they discovered that they have a lot of things on common: music taste, food taste, design taste. Besides, her mom have helped her with her style, and Rachel have learnt how to be a sitter for Beth, while Shelby went on dates with a certain colleague, who have been sending gifts the entire time Rachel have lived there.
And everything was on wheels until last Monday's dinner, when Shelby had told her this man, her brand new fiancé, was moving in with them. And that he would bring one of his sons with him. Apparently he was a sophomore at NYU, majoring in music or something like that.
She was fuming. Everything was just fine; she didn't understand why suddenly things have to change.
The real thing was that she couldn't care less about Peter, or his son, or what the hell was his specialty; she had her own problems with her classes, her teachers and her almost nonexistent love life. She didn't want to add living with a stepbrother and fighting with him over the remote control to the list. But here she was, wearing a cream color dress with little tic-tac-toe print with little bows at the straps and at the back the detail are tiny little strings that form a cross back, on top of that there was a red cape, black gloves and to complete the look, the neatly combed ponytail, on a Saturday night at the Le Bernardin entrance, on the 155 on West 51st Street, waiting for Peter and his son.
Beth was so cute with her blonde curls, and her purple dress with a big bow in the middle, but she started to get bored so she began to play with the hem of Rachel's dress so she bent down to smile at her, when she saw him. His classy black suit, with a white shirt and black bowtie, his eyes shining brighter than the sun and her curly black hair; and he was walking towards her, she couldn't believe her eyes. She knew that if she looked for the definition of "prince charming" on the dictionary there would be his photo, without a doubt. The only good part in this assembled family dinner was that while everyone was eating she would be able to look at this guy, make that flirty move with her hair, the one Quinn have taught her, that one she had been practicing since holidays, maybe a wink and a seductive smile on the way to the bathroom. Okay, now she sounded like she was desperate. She realized that she was in a sort of trance, but that didn't mean she was hopeless, right?
The answer to that question came in form of Peter beside her dreamy guy. And as Rachel was still putting the pieces together Shelby's lips were on Peter and her prince charming was awkwardly standing beside them.
"Rachel, are you in this planet?" Beth asked with her soft voice. She was so lost if a 3 year old kid could tell that she was almost drooling over this guy.
"Yes, of course I am Beth, I'm just a little taken aback by the PDA here" she finished the sentence looking at Shelby and trying to regain composure.
"Um, yeah, I'm sorry about that" Shelby said blushing furiously, "you already know Peter, and this is Blaine, his son. And Blaine this are my daughters, Rachel and Beth"
When she ended with the introduction Blaine flashed a huge white grin that nearly got her breathless.
"Nice to meet you, both" Blaine said, and oh my God he had a velvety voice that she would love to caress. "Jesus Rachel, get a grip" she thought to herself.
"A pleasure" she responded trying to sound serene and showing one of her sweetest smiles.
She was silent the most of the time; she was overwhelmed about the whole situation. Once or twice she would glance at Blaine who would be making faces at Beth, or simply eating and listening to her mom or his dad. He couldn't be so perfect; he had to have some flaw. Maybe he was untalented; definitely that was the only explanation.
Shelby and Peter talked and talked about how they've met, and how they realized they were meant to each other and how they were expecting to live together and form a family and bla, bla, bla but the only thought in Rachel's mind was that she was going to share her home with this handsome man. Blaine at breakfast, Blaine in the living room, Blaine going to bed, Blaine leaving the bathroom after his shower with a towel wrapped around his hips. Well, maybe she should think of all the possible ways this could go wrong instead.
The moving day was a week away and she was still dreaming about him. Most of the dreams were about them falling in love almost instantly and living happily ever after, but some of them, the ones that Rachel was really worried about, were the ones where they would be covered in sweat, consumed in passion rolling around every corner of the apartment. It was a little disturbing to think of all the places you could fuck your stepbrother, but she couldn't separate her mind of that thought. Maybe it was time to arrange her love life, end with her single state and try to win someone who simply wasn't part of this weird kind of family. It shouldn't have to be so difficult, stop thinking about Blaine, start dating someone new. It was a piece of cake, right?