I'm really getting into this story! Haha, Yeah I'm a dork but I am really loving writing this =)

I'm worried not many people are reading this, and will also only continue it if I KNOW people are reading because I am flat out lately, hence the reason I haven't updated in a while.

No new Broadway acts to audition for. No new jobs. Son of a bitch! I probably had 300 in the bank. I had to pay 150 for rent and it was my week to pay for food. What am I going to do? Santana, Brittany and I will starve. God damnit! My phone chimed. I picked it up without looking at the Caller ID.

"HELLO?" I said angrily.

"Oh, sorry, did you not want to talk to me?" Blaine asked.

"Ohmigosh! Blaine, sorry. I'm just a bit hungover and there are no jobs so I have like no money. And I didn't check my caller ID when I answered so I wasn't angry on purpose to you, I swear."

"Oh, it's cool. So Mercedes called me. Told me we have a 5 year Reunion on Friday. We should go."

"I shouldn't. I haven't talked to any of them in forever! I talk to Mercedes every now and then and Puck and lost contact. And Finn might be there."

"We should go."

"Maybe. I'll talk to you later."

"OK." I hung up and walked through my apartment.

"San? Britt? Hello?" I called, I walked into Santana's room and screamed, Santana and Brittany lay in a naked heap of sheets.

"OHMYGOD! I'm sorry!"

"Rachel. Uhh. Yeah. Funny story." Santana started.

"You and Britt? Seriously?"

"Yeah. Like I said, funny." She laughed weakly.

"I'm gonna go. I'll be back later." I said awkwardly and ran out of the apartment. I realized that I was still in Harem Pants and white tank top pajamas, at least they looked like they could be street clothes, if I lived in California or, what?, Brisbane? I realized I didn't have my keys, or my wallet, or phone. I went to open the door but it was locked. I raised my hand to knock but an issue of moaning seeped past the door. Ugh.

(Time warp)

"Rachel? Wh-what are you doing here?"

"Locked out. DO NOT wanna go back there." I shuddered.

"Where did you come from, Coney Island?"

"Ha ha."

"Oh well, come in." Blaine opened the door wider and I notice he was shirtless and wearing the same green boxers with little snitches on them, dork.

"Still got them?"

"Still fits the same." He laughed. He did look the same. Flat muscled, short, curly hair, which I noticed gleefully he didn't have 2 tonnes of hair gel in and had grown out so he had masses of dark brown curls. I touched a strand.

"I like your hair like this." I stated.

"Wild and afro like?"

"Yep." I giggled. Blaine grabbed my hand and looked at the ring that sat on my index finger.

"You still have this." I looked at the white gold ring with the shining star diamond.

"Yeah, I do. I guess part of me never really stopped loving you."

"Ditto."

"Ditto? Alright then."

"N-no. I mean..."

"No, I see how it is." I joked. Blaine shook his head and wandered into the kitchen. I followed suit. I looked around the empty hotel room.

"What did you do? Drop everything to come here?" Blaine fidgeted nervously.

"Maybe..."

"Blaine Anderson what did you do?"

"I may or may not have moved here from London to see you."

"WHAT?"

"Santana-called-me-and-told-me-to-get-my-butt-to-New-York-because-you-were-miserable."

"I'm sorry?"

"Santana called me a few days ago and told me I needed to get to New York because your life was draining away. Happy?"

"I shouldn't be, but I am. Because you're back." I beamed. Blaine smiled and kissed my forehead. I remembered something from the previous night and gasped.

"OH...Oh, no no no." I jumped away and ran into the room, rifling through the bed sheets and on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Blaine said.

"Seeing if we used protection. Damn it."

"Oh crap. Again?" He dropped to his knee's and looked under the bed, he stood back up.

"Nope. It's cool."

"W-w-wait." I inspected it closely. "Alright, it's good." Blaine chucked it in a nearby bin.

"What was that about?"

"Seeing if it was broken."

"Oh." He laughed a little, "Good thinking." The room phone rung obnoxiously.

"Ooh." Blaine said, running to grab it. I walked lightly out, Blaine was sitting on a chair, eyebrows cinched together.

"I'm sorry, who is this?...Really? Wow...Yeah she is...Um, OK." He thrust the phone towards me. "Talk to him." I grabbed the phone slowly.

"H-hello?"

"Rachel! Buddy...How are you? Look don't be alarmed, but I'm standing right outside."

"What? Who are you." There was some commotion on the other end of the line.

"Rachel! How's it going?" Quinn said.

"Quinn? Are you drunk?

"...Maybe."

"And who was that?"

"Sammie."

"Serious?"

"Maybe."

"Well hold on a second, I'll buzz you in."

"Ha! That's funny, you'll 'buzz' me. Hehe."

"I'll see you in a minute."

"OK!" I set the phone down and turned to Blaine.

"We have to let them up."

"Okey Doke." He said happily, "I haven't seen them in forever." Blaine pressed the button to let them up, they knocked in the door within minutes. I opened the door to find Quinn and Sam standing at them the door looking a little flushed and lost for air.

"Hey guys." Blaine said. Quinn turned a little green, she faced Sam.

"Bad idea."

"What's wrong." Quinn turned to me and emptied the entire contents of her stomach on my clothes. I tried not to scream, but hey it was pretty damn gross.

"Oh my god. Gross. Ew. Ew." I ran into the bathroom and yanked my shirt off trying not the breathe. I grabbed a towel and started to dab it off, Blaine opened the door and stepped in.

"You want a lift to your place?"

"Although I would rather not sit around your place covered in vomit. I do not want to go home at the moment."

"You can borrow one of my shirts, but I doubt my pants would stay up on you. As much as I would like that, we have company."

"It's alright, most of the sick was on my shirt, I'll just dab it off my pants and drown myself in deodorant."

"Alright. Well come into the room then. I'll chuck the shirt in the wash."

"Just throw it in the bin. I'm not going near it again." Blaine through the shirt in a bin in the corner, I walked down the hall only to find Sam and Quinn passed out on the couch, Blaine kicked his suitcase open.

"Help yourself." He said.

"Is all you have blue and red clothes?"

"It's all I'm used too. It's all I can really work with."

"Old habits die hard." Blaine wove his hands around my waist.

"You could stay shirtless." He whispered in my ear. I turned to face him.

"As appealing as that sounds, they might wake up. Maybe I could come back later tonight." I smiled.

"Can't, I'm leaving in a few hours. Going to visit my Mum for the week. Go to the reunion. You should come, I'm sure everyone is dying to see you." I bit on my lip.

"OK."

"OK?"

"OK."

"Yes!"

"But how are you getting there?"

"Plane."

"I don't have a ticket though."

"I actually have two."

"Why?"

"When Santana brought me up here, she gave me the tickets and told me to drag you to the reunion. She said everyone was going to be there, and that you should see them, you've only been in contact with her and Britt, and now Sam, Quinn, Kurt and Mercedes are coming back into the picture. There's a lot more working in that brain then just sex."

"So she planned this?"

"Yep."

"I could kiss her."

"She'd probably like it."

"True." I thought of her and the mystery blonde the other night, actually all the times she'd hooked up with a girl it'd been with a girl, then her and Brittany this morning. How did I miss that? I told Blaine my theory and he laughed.

"I know. I've known since high school."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"Coming out is hard for someone to do. I didn't want to go blabbing it. I know hard it was for me when I came out."

"Your sweet."

"Come on. We should wake Quinn and Sam up. I need to pack, we have to get your place so you can pack and have a shower then get to the airport by three."

"Three? It 11 thirty now."

"Exactly."

"Quinn Fabray. Sam Evans! You get your butts up NOW! WAKE UP." Sam looked up startled.

"Huh?"

"I need to pack, I'm going back to Ohio with Blaine for the reunion."

"Sweet. But give is 24 more hours."

"UP."

"Alright. Come on Quinnie. We'll get a cab to my place. I'll see you on Friday."

Yeah, they're together. She's going to the reunion. Santana's cunning. Everything is sunshine and daisies and it's gonna be a sweet story. PBBT yeah right. This movie is going to be so sweet then BAM darker then the last Harry Potter movie. =)

REVIEW please I want a few before I update, and tell everyone you know who likes Glee =)

Kgo.

Oh P.S. Did anybody spot the Simpsons quote with drunk Sam and Quinn? =)