Now, we all know I write smut... Here's where that darling M warning comes into place!

Disclaimer: How I wish.

Rachel stared at the candle in her hand that had been, up until thirty seconds ago, on the table by Shelby. On the other side of the room. "How did I… What did I… Shelby!" she said, terrified.

"Don't worry, Rachel. I'll teach you to control your powers." Shelby stayed calm, walking over and taking the candle from Rachel. "Honestly, it only took me a few years."

"How… How is this even possible?" Rachel stumbled backwards in fear.

Shelby smiled sympathetically at her. She had been the same when she discovered her heritage. "It's in our family."

"Piper and Paige and Blaine have powers too then?"

"As well as the rest of our family. All your cousins are hybrids, as are you. Technically, me and Paige are hybrids too."

Rachel frowned. "Of what?"

"Witch and whitelighter." Shelby smiled at Rachel. "Making you the same thing."

The girl cracked a small smile. "That's pretty cool."

"It is," Shelby agreed. "Let's go downstairs." The younger girl nodded and followed Shelby back downstairs. "Alright, she knows," she said as she plopped herself on the couch.

Rachel smiled shyly, then noticed the time. "Oh god! My dance class starts in half an hour, I need to get going!" She ran over to Shelby. "We'll reschedule, okay?" She kissed her mom's cheek then turned to the others. "Bye Aunt Piper, Aunt Paige, Blaine!" she trilled as she near sprinted out of the door.

Piper turned to give Shelby an oddly confused look. "Did she just call me and Paige 'Aunt'?"

"Erm, yes. I had to tell her." Shelby shrugged unknowingly. "And no, she doesn't know about Blaine. I just told her he was related to us." She looked apologetically at Blaine.

"It's alright, Grams. I'll tell her eventually. After she's pregnant with me and Kurt." Blaine smirked. "So, in six years are so."

Shelby glanced at her grandson. "Six more years? How many years till you get to leave?"

"Ummm…" Blaine frowned, calculating the dates in his head. "Maybe in seven or eight years."

"Poor kid." Paige sniggered from the corner. "As long as you don't walk in on your parents."

"Actually, I can't do that. Mom gets kidnapped after Dad gets possessed and they screw." Blaine acted like it was normal news. Shelby gaped.

"What?" Shelby looked ready to chase after Rachel.

"Calm down, Grams. It'll be okay. You have to let time run its course."

"YOU obviously aren't doing that."

-o-o-o-

Rachel dashed into the dance studio, only to find her teacher leaving. "Ms. Botrelle? Are we having class today?"

The gray haired woman smiled at Rachel. Rachel was one of the best students in the class, as well as her neighbor. "Sadly, not today, Miss Berry. Many of your classmates called out sick, and a few are at some party." She put a hand on Rachel's shoulder briefly as she passed.

"Well… Do you mind if I practice a bit? I have a lot of things on my mind."

"Oh, of course!" Ms. Botrelle nodded and threw Rachel the key. "Just give it back when you get home. I'll come over and bring you some pie later." She started to leave. "Don't forget to lock up!"

"Thanks!" Rachel caught the key and put it in her dance bag. "I will!" She waved good bye to Ms. Botrelle, then closed the blinds so she could have privacy.

She walked over to the bar and swung her leg up, starting to stretch. The rain pounded against the windows of the studio. Rachel switched legs a few seconds later, then noticed the unnerving silence. She lifted her leg off the bar and walked over to the stereo, taking her iPod with her. She plugged it in, and soon 'Talking to the Moon' by Bruno Mars blasted through the studio. Rachel launched herself into a complicated routine, spinning and twisting.

The sight of a person huddled by the front door caused Rachel to slip and fall. Rubbing her leg where she fell, Rachel moved to look even more carefully. She felt bad for the person, having to huddle under the doorway so they don't have to get wet. Rachel went to the door, biting her lip. She opened it, and the person fell backwards.

"Ow! Hey!"

"Sorry." Rachel looked at the person sadly. "I just thought you looked really wet and that you might want to come inside instead." She smirked. "Unless you'd like to stay in the pouring rain."

"No no no!" Scrambling up, the guy smiled, dripping wet. Blond hair was tangled, and blue eyes looked out at her. "I'd rather stay inside."

"I thought so." Rachel smiled and closed the door. "Why are even stuck out in the rain?"

"Um, I have things to do." He smiled and stuck his hand out. "I'm Luke. And you are?"

Rachel shook his hand and grinned. "I'm Rachel Barbra Berry." She flushed red. "Sorry. It's habit."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Miss Rachel Barbra Berry," he said teasingly.

Rachel grinned. "Well, I'm going to do my cool down exercises then head home."

"Well, if that's the case, do you mind lending me an umbrella?"

"You can come stay at my house for the night. I don't mind. My dads are both out of town. They taught me to help people who need some help." Rachel put her hands on her hips and smiled.

Luke frowned. "Two dads? And are you sure I can stay alone in a house with you?"

"Yeah, two dads. I'm adopted." Rachel smiled. "And yeah. My dads would gladly invite you if they knew."

"That's good." He smiled. "So, um, I'm just going to sit over here until we need to go."

"Alright." Rachel spun over to the stereo and changed the song to 'Bad Romance,' stretching her body. As soon as the song ended, the girl strode over to the stereo and unplugged her iPod. "Let me just lock up." Rachel turned off most of the lights, walking back over to Luke. She looked around for her sweater. "Um, have you seen an animal sweater? With an owl on it?"

He frowned. "Uh, no, not that I've seen."

"Crap. That's my favorite one." Rachel frowned. "Can you help me look for it?"

"Yeah, sure." He smiled at her and started to look around the studio. Rachel walked into the office and checked if maybe she had left it there. She glanced under the desk, on the shelves. Walking back out, she sighed hopelessly. The owl sweater really was her favorite; she had worn it on the first day of Glee. It was important to her.

"Did you find it?"

"Is this it?" Luke held up a black sweater with a brown owl on it.

Rachel gasped joyfully. "Yes! Where'd you find it?" she asked, running over excitedly.

"It was under the blinds." He smiled. When Rachel reached for it, he pulled it away.

Rachel frowned. "Hey!" She kept reaching for the sweater. "Give it here! No fair!"

He laughed hysterically, until Rachel lunged for it. Unprepared, he lost his balance as Rachel landed on top of him, holding the sweater. "Fine. You win."

"Damn right I did." Rachel smiled shyly. The air felt electric around them. Both of them blinked. "Um, let me get up."

"Yeah, yeah." Luke waited as Rachel struggled to her feet. She held her hand out to him, and he pulled himself up. Rachel changed into her boots and slipped her ballet shoes into her bag.

She pulled the small key out of her bag, as well as her car keys. She unlocked her car, thankful that it was parked in front of the studio. "Go get in the car, I need to lock up here." He nodded and ran to the car, using his bag to cover his head. Pulling open the door, he got in rapidly as Rachel locked the door.

The brunette sprinted to the driver's side and threw the door open, nearly jumping inside. She tossed the dance bag in the back seat and started the car. "I only live ten minutes from here," she said as she drove the deserted streets.

"I live in New York."

Rachel looked at Luke with wide eyes. "Really? I want to go to New York one day. I'm going to be on Broadway, it's a guarantee," she said confidently. "What are you doing in Lima then?" she asked, sliding her eyes to the side to look at the still rather wet blond next to her.

"I have some stuff to do, and I happened to get caught here when it rained."

"Oh." Rachel shrugged as she pulled up in her driveway. "Let me run next door and give the key to Ms. Botrelle," she muttered as she slid out of the car, running next door and leaving the key in the mailbox, seeing as all the lights were out. She ran back to the car and grabbed her bag. "Come on."

The two teens sprinted onto Rachel's porch, which was thankfully covered. Rachel fumbled with the keys and opened the door, letting them inside. As soon as they stepped in, warmth surrounded them. Rachel pulled her sweater back over her head , draping it over her arm. "You can put your bag down in the guest room upstairs. There's a second bathroom up there too."

"Thanks, Rachel. I really appreciate this." Luke followed Rachel up the stairs. Rachel pointed at the end of the short hallway.

"There's the guest room. The bathroom's right next to it." Rachel nodded towards a cabinet. "There's the towels, just grab one." She smiled. "My room's right here, so if you need anything, just knock."

"Thanks." He smiled and headed into the guest room, dropping his bag on the floor. It was a plain room, with light green walls and a bed against the inner wall. He dropped his bag on the bed and laid back on it, taking in his new surroundings.

He got up after a moment and went to go grab a towel and his clothes. He walked into the bathroom, dropping his clothes and towel on the counter. He looked in the bathtub. No soap. He checked the drawers. Still no soap. He frowned and walked out of the bathroom.

Stepping up to Rachel's door, he knocked. Luke could hear music coming from inside. He knocked again, then put his hand on the doorknob and twisted it, sticking his head inside. "Hey Rachel, do you have any soap…" He gaped, realizing Rachel was nearly naked. She shrieked. "Oh gods! Sorry!"

Rachel pulled a towel around herself. "No, no, sorry!" Her face was incredibly red. "Yeah, I have soap." She pushed past him and went to the hall cabinet.

"Sorry, I should've checked there."

"No, no, it's okay." She pulled a bar of soap out and handed it to him. "Here you go."

Luke took the soap from her hand. "Thanks," he said quietly, slipping into the bathroom.

"Yeah." Rachel skittered back to her room. That was… weird. She shrugged off the towel and stepped into her personal bathroom, clipping her hair up and getting in the tub. Her iPod was hooked up to the speakers, the tub was filled to the brim with bubble. She relaxed as the music played around her.

Twenty minutes later, Rachel stepped out of the tub, drying herself off and changing into her blue nightgown. She wandered downstairs, finding Luke already flipping through the channels. "Hey, you hungry?"

He looked up at her. He resisted the urge to gape. She looked beautiful. Her hair was draped over her shoulders, and the blue contrasted distinctly with her lightly tanned skin. "Umm. Yeah. Need help?"

"Sure." Rachel turned and walked into the kitchen. She started pulling pots out of the lower cabinet, placing them on the stove. She turned her head to look at him. "Fill that pitcher halfway with water and boil it in the bigger pot."

"You got it." He shoved the pitcher under the faucet, filling it and pouring it into the pot. He started to boil the water. Rachel kept looking in the bottom cabinets, trying to find the sauce. He looked at her, ass in the air. Keep your mouth closed.

Rachel stood quickly, holding up a box of pasta and a jar of sauce. "I hope you don't mind spaghetti. That's all I can make on short notice."

"I haven't had spaghetti in a while, that sounds great." He smiled at her as she went to boil the pasta.

"Do you mind grabbing the Parmesan from the fridge? It's in the door, third shelf, next to the block of cheese." Rachel heated the sauce in the other pot. "It's in a little green container."

Luke searched the fridge, then turned to look at Rachel. "There's nothing there."

"It has to be. I just bought one two days ago." Rachel walked over to him and looked in the fridge. Luke realized quickly how close she was, feeling the heat of her body rolling off her. He gulped as she turned around, a light floral smell wafting off her hair. She held the cheese container in one hand. "I…" She too realized the close proximity of their bodies. "I… Uh…" She brushed her hair behind her ears nervously. "I need to make sure the pasta doesn't over boil." She pushed him away slightly and walked back to the stovetop, sprinkling cheese in the sauce and stirring the pasta. Quickly, she poured the pasta into the strainer. "Spray it with cold water."

He nodded, still frozen in place by the fridge. He shook himself, going to spray the pasta. Rachel stirred the sauce slowly, then cut the heat. "No meat?"

"I don't eat meat." Rachel looked at him. "It's ready." She reached up, pulling two bowls from the shelves. "Here," she said handing a bowl to him. He nodded, taking it from her, and pulling some pasta from the strainer and putting it in his bowl. Rachel did the same, and took a ladle from the drawer. She brushed past Luke, scooping some of the sauce and pouring it in her bowl. Luke did the same, and Rachel grabbed utensils. They sat down at the table and started to eat in silence.

"So, Rachel. You're in high school, right?"

"Yup. I start my senior year in September." She looked up at him. "What about you? Do you go to high school in New York?"

"No, I'm…" Luke paused. "Home-schooled."

"Oh." Rachel nodded.

Luke nodded back. "Do you hear something?"

Rachel frowned. "Oh! That's my phone!" she exclaimed, hearing 'Defying Gravity' playing. She grabbed her phone from the counter, sat back down as she answered. "Hey, Kurt! What's up?"

"I heard a juicy little rumor that Puckerman spotted you leaving the dance studio with a guy. Spill."

"KURT." Rachel sighed. "Can we discuss this later?"

"Fine, but you owe me an explanation Berry."

"Yes, yes. Bye." Rachel hung up and placed her phone on the table. "Sorry, that was my friend, Kurt."

"Oh."

"One of my friends spotted us leaving the studio and told him." She sighed. "Most of my friends are pretty mad at me, there was a huge party tonight and I didn't go."

"Well, why not? I'd kill to be normal and go to a party."

"Normal?" Rachel frowned. "OH! Cause you're home-schooled." She thought for a second. "Why don't we go? I'll ask them if I can bring you."

Luke smiled at her. "Are you sure? Do you think they'd mind?"

"Let's find out."

To: Santana

Hey! I got a friend over, do you think Q will mind if I bring him?

Rachel looked up from the text message and placed her phone to the side. "Now, we wait." The two finished their pasta in silence. Rachel was losing hope when her phone chimed. Luke took her plate and went to wash it.

From: Santana

Q said it's fine. A BOY? OOOOH! Berry! Puckerman wasn't lying…. ;)

Rachel rolled her eyes at the text message and snapped her phone shut. "I'm going upstairs to change. Be ready in ten," she called behind her as she sprinted up the stairs. She pulled a short strapless pink dress from her closet. It had pink roses on it, and the pattern wrapped all around the dress. Slipping it on, she grabbed a black jacket from her closet and slid on her pale pink flats. She grabbed her umbrella from her closet and made her way downstairs. "Come on, let's go!"

The two of them made their way to the Fabray house, located in the 'richer' area of Lima. Rachel noted, with slight irritation, that the rain had stopped. She stepped out of the car, as did Luke, and the two walked up to the door. Rachel rang the doorbell. Quinn answered, her usually perfect hair already mussed. "Hey Rachel! Is this the guy?" she slurred.

"Yes, he is the guy I happened to bring with me."

"Cool! Come on!" Quinn moved to let them in, and Rachel and Luke made their way inside. They heard the music in the basement, and Rachel took Luke's hand. Luke's face flushed red.

Music blasted from a stereo system. It looked like it was only the Glee club and the Warblers, but it seemed insane. Rachel's mouth dropped. Quinn had returned to Sam and was sitting on his lap, making out with him furiously. Santana had Puck pinned against the wall, while on the couch next to them Kurt and Blaine were sitting, just talking to each other. Brittany was, well… stripping, and Artie was loudly encouraging her.

"It's a drunk fest." Rachel shook her head. "Don't drink anything. For that matter, don't eat anything. It's Puckerman, he'd spike everything in the house."

Kurt noticed Rachel and Luke, and sprinted over to her. "Rachel Barbra Berry, you owe me an explanation!"

"I was simply driving home, Kurt." Rachel rolled her eyes. "Luke, this is Kurt. Kurt, Luke."

"Nice to meet you." Luke shook his hand. "Are all of your guys' parties like this?"

Kurt opened his mouth, but he was cut off by a loud cry from Quinn. "SPIN THE BOTTLE!"

Rachel shook her head. "Oh no, we're not playing."

"Everybody's playing, Rachybee!" Santana grabbed both Luke and Rachel.

"Yup!" Quinn giggled as she sat everybody in a circle. "I'm first!" She reached forward and spun the bottle, laughing hysterically when it landed on Sam. "Come here Sammy, and kiss your girlfriend!" She leaned across the circle and pulled Sam to her, locking lips. Rachel laughed.

Puck snuck a glance at the two new arrivals. "Here you go you two! Drink up!" he chortled, handing them cups.

"You spiked it, didn't you!"

"One drink will NOT kill you."

"Fine." The two of them downed the drink as the game continued.

A whirl of drinks and spins later, the bottle fell to Rachel. Her hair was mussed, her jacket had been abandoned, and one of her flats was on the couch. Luke wasn't in much better shape. His jacket had been abandoned on the table. Rachel leaned forward and spun the bottle. It landed on Luke. The two locked eyes.

"Oh come on, KISS each other!" Santana moaned. "Get to the lip locking!"

Rachel turned to her right, pulling Luke to her. Both their breaths smelled like alcohol. It was Luke who made the first move, pulling Rachel to him and kissing her deeply. Rachel could hear the cheers of the two clubs, but her focus was on the boy who was running his tongue on her lips. Rachel quickly broke the kiss, blinking. She could feel Finn's glare on her and Luke. "That… was awesome. Best kiss ever."

"That was my first kiss ever, and it was awesome." Luke grinned drunkenly at her.

Rachel smiled. "Hey Quinn! Can we fire up the karaoke machine?"

Quinn grinned and pointed. "It's already ready!"

-o-o-o-

Three shots and four drunken karaoke songs later, Rachel collapsed in Luke's lap. "I'm tired!"

"Well, we can't drive home like this!"

"Nobody can!" squealed Quinn from her spot on top of Sam. "My parents aren't home. Take any room! FREE FOR ALL!" she shrieked, grabbing Sam and sprinting up to her own room.

Rachel giggled. "Let's go up and find a rooooom!" she slurred.

-o-o-o-

He kissed her as soon as the door was closed, pressing her against the wall. She opened her mouth, pushing her tongue against his lips. Their tongues danced feverishly, battling for dominance as the two wrapped their arms around each other. Rachel broke the kiss first. "Bed," she gasped out. He nodded.

"Wrap your legs around me," he hissed in her ear, and she did what he said. Carrying her over to the bed and depositing her on it, Luke kicked off his shoe (his other having gone missing sometime between spin-the-bottle and karaoke) and climbed onto the bed, continuing to lavish kisses on the girl's lower jaw and neck. His arms wrapped around her, reaching back to unzip the pretty little sexy dress off of her. Rachel looked up at him, terrified. "I… I'm sorry."

"No…" She closed her eyes and laid her head back on the pillows. "Please…" He nodded and slid the dress off of her, tossing it off the bed. He kissed her neck, sucking and biting it, eliciting soft moans from the writhing brunette under him. He felt his hard-on getting that much worse, Rachel being the only reason. He kissed her even more as he then moved his hands to unhook her bra, discarding it quickly and taking her in. Her heaving chest just caused him to throb.

Rachel opened her eyes again, breathing heavily and reaching for Luke's shirt. "Off," she croaked hoarsely. He complied, pulling the polo over his head and throwing it to the side. She ran her hands over his chest, marveling at his toned, muscular chest. He dipped his head to take her breast in his mouth, nipping and sucking at it. Rachel writhed, her head thrashing against the pillow. "God… Please…"

He understood what she wanted perfectly. Removing the last scrap of clothing covering the most private part of her, he threw it to the side to join their clothes. Rachel looked shyly at him, her cheeks flushed red and her lips incredibly swollen. His hand moved slowly to her entrance, pushing a finger inside of her. She bucked against his hand, gasping loudly.

He moved it in and out slowly, bending his finger every now and then. Rachel continued to let out loud gasps, gripping the sheets and thrashing her head wildly against the pillows. Nervously, he added another finger, and another. Soon he had three fingers inside her, moving quickly. He stopped for a moment, giving both himself and Rachel a second to breathe before she attacked him, attempting to unbutton his jeans. Luke smiled at her and pushed her back, quickly disposing of the rest of his clothes. He dipped his head back down, starting to kiss her feverishly again. She pulled away from him.

"Please… Just… Fuck me…" Rachel's voice was hoarse and breathy. She looked up at him from under heavily lidded eyes, brown eyes pleading with him to take her.

Luke kissed her again. "Okay." He didn't hesitate at all, pushing into her roughly. Rachel's scream echoed throughout the room as she dragged her nails down his back, her body erupting in both pleasure and pain. The line was blurred between the two, and honestly… Rachel didn't care. He paused a second to adjust to him being inside her warm, wet core before starting to thrust quickly in and out of her.

Rachel picked up the pace quickly, moaning and calling his name loudly. A few thrusts later and Rachel was coming undone beneath him, screaming his name. That was all it took for him to fall over the edge, gasping, Rachel's name on his lips.

They both were spent as he pulled out of her and rolled onto the bed next to her. He pulled her into his arms and the two fell asleep.

Me and my beta have been waiting for this chapter... xD So bad. Anyway!

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