A/N: Hello Lovelies=] I am back with chapter 2. I forgot to mention this story will be bouncing back and forth between Blaine and Rachel's POVs. Last chapter was obviously Rachel's and this is Blaine's. I also forgot mention the name of my irl friend/personal beta. It's Willowfan. Just look for him in my favorite authors. He has some amazing stories himself3 Anyways… Enjoy Chapter 2! Title from Lullaby by Shawn Mullins.
DC: I do not own anything Glee related. Or anything related to or owned by Shawn Mullins.
'Wha- what was that noise... What a weird dream. Mmmm... Mom must have changed the detergent again. Smells better than that other crap she was using. Ohhhhh she's been using fabric softener as well, the sheets feel awesome.' Blaine thought to himself as he let out a small groan and stretched. 'The heck am I naked for? Hmmm, must have been a lot drunker than I thought.'
The brunette pulled his head from under the pillow he had ostriched under and automatically closed his eyes against the blinding light.
"Oh my god! Blaine?!" A very female voice shrieked.
The man in question sat up quickly, loudly cursing and damning whatever God created the sun. He then squinted in the direction of the voice.
"Rachel? What are you doing in my roo-" the curly haired boy stopped mid-sentence as his eyes fell on the most hideous shade of pink he had ever seen. It was everywhere; the walls, the carpet, shelving, knick-knacks, even the sheets he was covered in. He scrambled out of the bed, getting tangled up in the sheet, and unceremoniously fell on the floor.
"Ouch! Great, as if a headache the size of Alaska isn't enough, let's add a bruised tailbone to the mix! "Blaine mumbled to himself as he stood up trying to find his boxers, his eyes never meeting Rachel's who stood across the room.
"Looking for these?" He heard the tiny brunette whisper. He glanced up and couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at the sight of Rachel holding his boxers at arm length. The look of pure horror on her face was just priceless.
Blaine skirted around the bed and walked up to her, grabbing the undergarment from her and slipping it on before letting the grotesque pink sheet fall from his body.
The awkward silence became even more awkward as they stood there not sure what to say or do.
"So, uhm..." Blaine started before being cut off.
"Blaine I am severely hung-over, starving, and feel like I have been hit by a semi-truck," Rachel stated, watching the hazel eyed boy's head grow twice in size, as he puffed with pride, " I need a shower, food and a whole bottle of pain pills; and then maybe we can talk about whatever happened."
Blaine nodded in agreement. "Go get showered, I'll get dressed and we can go for breakfast."
Before the last word even left Blaine's lips, Rachel turned on her heel and disappeared into her bathroom, the door shutting with a soft click.