A/N: So, I promise not all the chapters are going to be just song-filled. I just needed those for the first chapter to set things up and such. I'm still not sure how often I'll update, maybe once a week, but they'll be farther apart than the first two chapters have been. Songs from the last chapter were 'Today Was A Fairytale' by Taylor Swift and 'I Kissed A Girl' by Katy Perry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, the characters of Glee, any of the songs used or basically anything familiar. The dialogue at the beginning is from the episode Blame It On The Alcohol and I do not own it.
Rachel walked into the slightly familiar doors of the Lima Bean and was greeted by the sight of a couple making out to the right of the door. She raised her eyebrows as her cocoa brown eyes searched the room. Just before she'd given up hope and decided that Kurt was merely playing a rude joke on her, Rachel's eyes locked with Kurt's glasz ones and she made her way to his table. She sat down and pulled her red jacket closer around her neck.
"So, you said he comes this way at three-thirty?" Rachel questioned, not even bothering to greet him.
"Like clockwork, for his post-rehearsal medium drip," Kurt Hummel assured the short brunette.
"I just can't wait to lay one on him," Rachel admitted, pulling out her chap stick and applying it with an expert hand.
"I've got a bad feeling about this, Rachel. I mean, I don't mean to be so cold, but I don't want you to get hurt, either. There's no victory in this for me either way." Kurt leaned back in his chair, shrugging his shoulders.
"Who cares about you, buddy? I may just get a new boyfriend out of this who can keep up with me vocally and in the future give me vaguely Eurasian looking children!" Rachel exclaimed, her thoughts drifting to Blaine Anderson's amazing voice.
Kurt rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the boy they were speaking of.
"There he is," Kurt sighed, "Dreamy as ever."
"Okay, wish me luck," Rachel whispered, grinning widely as she looked over her shoulder. Rachel walked across the shop to the dapper boy who she hadn't been able to take her mind off of since Saturday.
"Hey, Rachel. What's going on-" Blaine was cut off as Rachel's lips pressed firmly against his. His eyes opened in shock before his brain caught up to him. After he realized what was happening, he closed his eyelids and kissed Rachel back. He felt Rachel's hands grip his shoulders. He leaned into the kiss and felt slightly disappointed as Rachel pulled away. He stared into her eyes and came to a realization right at that moment.
"Rachel …" He breathed, quite taken aback by his revelation.
"Blaine Warbler," Rachel replied, a slight waver in her voice as she blinked. She'd felt fireworks, again, even without her blood-alcohol level being extremely high. She thought back to Kurt. She had succeeded in her mission to prove him wrong. Then she remembered that just because she had felt something didn't mean Blaine had. She saw a look of confusion cross his handsome features that, honestly, made him look even more adorable than usual.
"I-I'll call you later, Rachel," Blaine stuttered as he closed his eyes for a short moment to think. He made an explanatory motion with his hands and backed up hesitantly, still distracted by the lingering feeling of Rachel's lips on his.
Rachel bit her lips nervously, not sure whether she was being rejected or not. Blaine left, paying for and grabbing his medium drip at the last minute, as if the beverage was merely an afterthought. Rachel watched him with observing eyes, slightly light-headed, but not in the nauseating way like when she was ill. It was in an amazing and truly glorious way that one could never describe in words.
Rachel spun around on the ball of her boots and looked around for Kurt. He was nowhere in sight. Her eyebrows scrunched together and she pulled out her phone from her back pocket. One of the baristas looked at the brunette as if she had gone mad.
"Excuse me. Please order or sit down. PDA is not appreciated here," the barista stated firmly.
"Oh, really?" Rachel questioned. "Care to tell that to those two over there?" Rachel directed both of their gazes to the couple still clearly enjoying themselves near the door.
The barista rolled her eyes and turned back to a girl waiting to order.
Rachel smirked and ran her fingers of her phone's keyboard, searching for the right words.
Did you, by chance, sneak out and run away before you saw 'the kiss'? You aren't usually the type to run from the truth, Kurt Hummel.–Rachel
Moments later, her phone vibrated in her hand. Kurt was known for being an extraordinarily fast texter.
As if. You think I would miss a good bit of comedy? My dad called; he wanted to tell me something important and for some reason insisted on breaking the news in person. Can't keep the man waiting, so I left as soon as you two locked lips and I saw Blaine had decided he was 100% gay. – Kurt
Rachel flinched. Had it been that obvious that Blaine had decided on his feelings for her? It hurt, and she couldn't possibly understand why. She barely knew the guy and now she was acting like her whole future depended on his sexuality.
Okay. –Rachel
The brunette sent back the short text and slipped her phone back into her pocket. She pivoted on her heel and began to trudge out of the café. She realized what she was doing and silently scolded herself. After correcting her posture, she strutted with fake confidence out of the door, head held high.
As she opened the door in front of her she felt the glass make contact with something solid. She was shocked out of her artificial state and looked around worriedly to see what had happen. At first she only saw someone on the ground behind the door. She gasped as she realized who it was. She gently let the door close behind her and bent down beside the person. "Blaine, oh my god, Blaine, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
"Oh, I-, Oh, Rachel. No, it's not your fault. I was the one hovering outside this damned door," Blaine mumbled before he realized he'd let his dapper image slip away for a moment. "I mean-" He was cut off by Rachel.
"Blaine Warbler, I never imagined you'd use that language. What a surprise," she said in mock astonishment.
"Blaine Anderson is full of surprises, if I do say so myself," he replied, emphasizing his last name.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Are you sure you are okay?"
"I don't think I have a concussion or anything."
"That's good. If you don't mind me asking, why were you still here anyway? You left in a hurry. I would've thought that you'd have jumped in your car and driven away by now."
"I was … coming back in- to apologize."
"For what?" Rachel took a deep breath, bracing herself for his confession he was one hundred percent gay.
"That I-" Blaine was cut off by a group of rowdy jocks leaving The Lima Bean. "Can we find someplace where we can't be interrupted? I want to talk to you in private."
A look of puzzlement crossed Rachel's face, but she responded politely, "Sure, if we need to. The café is really busy this time of day, though. We can go to my house if you want. My dads won't bother us."
"Thanks, Rach."
The shorter brunette smiled at the nickname coming out of the Warbler's mouth and held up her keys. "It's right there." Rachel pointed to her car a few feet away. She flashed the boy a smile and approached the vehicle.
"Not too shabby," Blaine observed.
Rachel opened the door and got in. Blaine did the same on the other side, though she noticed he did so a lot less gracefully.
"I know a little about cars," the boy beside her stated. Though he flinched inwardly as he remembered working on cars with his dad, the Warbler did his best not to show it on the outside.
"That might come in handy sometime. What is it you want to talk about?"
"Rachel, I'm not gay. I have feelings for a girl, for you."
A/N: This is all I have written for now, so I need to write the next chapter. Thanksgiving and Black Friday (And the release of Glee Karaoke Revolution) are coming up soon, so I'll try to get as much of Chapter 3 done as I can, but I'm not sure that I can make any promises at this point.