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She hums to herself as she moves about the room, running the brush through her long, silky hair to get ready for bed. She circles the room, moving through the French doors to the small balcony. The cold night air embraces her, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin, but she doesn't mind – instead the chill of it is welcome. Rachel stops humming, and starts to let the noise of the city fill the silence.
The sound of footsteps alerts her, and she spins in an instant. When she sees Blaine looking back at her, a soft smile on his lips, she grows sheepish at being so startled and then moves back inside the room, "hey."
"Hi," Blaine smiles, going to close the doors, "you shouldn't leave these open at night. You'll catch a cold."
She shakes her head, "I'm fine." Rachel sits herself on the bed, continuing to brush through her brunette locks, eyes following Blaine as he moves to sit beside her. His hand reaches out, gently easing the brush from her hands and starting to take over. She smiles, and the pair falls into a comfortable silence.
After a while, he stops, and takes the hair piece from her bedside table to tie it up neatly in a ponytail. "Thank you," Rachel says sweetly, then asking, "did you want to talk about something?" He looks worried; his face slightly paler than usual, and eyes unable to look straight to hers. "Blaine?"
"I just…" he starts, but doesn't get very far, face twisting with sadness and uncertainty, "I – Quinn is coming in a couple of days."
Suddenly, his behaviour makes sense. "Oh."
"Yeah," he lets out an empty chuckle.
Rachel places a hand on her brother's arm, squeezing it gently. He lets out a long sigh, his entire body seeming to deflate before her eyes. "Are you alright?"
He hesitates but, needing to get it off his chest, begins to speak. "I still… - I can't do what Father asks of me."
"But you have to," she says instantly, mouth falling open in surprise. They should listen to their Papa – he knows what's best for them after all. And the thought of Blaine defying, and downright refusing, to obey his wishes makes her uneasy.
"No Rachel, I don't. And neither do you."
"Bla – "
"You know, deep down, that I'm right. You don't have to follow orders all of your life." He moves to grasp her hand firmly in his; a smile finally reaches his lips as he gazes at her. Their eyes meet, Blaine's serious expression causing her to get chills. "No one should have to. We should live our lives how we want."
Her lips curve downwards, forehead creasing. "But everyone can't do everything that they want. It doesn't work like that-"
Seeing this, Blaine sighs. "Remember when we were kids, and you'd tell me that you were going to be a big star." The memories bring back a wave of nostalgia to Rachel, who can't help but smile as they flood her mind, a smaller Blaine and herself spending hours on end on their own 'stage'. "And you'd sing," he smiles fondly, "you'd sing because you just could, and it made you happy. You should still sing."
"I do sing now," she nudges him gently.
"No. I mean, you should fulfil those little girl's dreams. You should become a star Rachel – not some housewife slaving over a hot oven for a chauvinistic man; you're better than that." He grasps her hands more firmly, "and I shouldn't have to marry Quinn. It seems ridiculous to have so little control over our own future, don't you agree?"
Rachel opens her mouth to speak, but Blaine continues, his words rapid and passionate. "And once more, we cannot be expected to love who they tell us! Don't they understand? You can't just choose who to love. Love chooses you, in all its chaos and wonder – it finds you and," his smile grows impossibly large, "it's like it steals the breath from you, and then you breathe for the first time again, like starting a new life. A new, better life. And… not just anyone can make you feel like that."
His eyes move from where they were gazing off into the distance, completely lost to his thoughts, and looks at her again, "do you know what I mean?"
She hesitates, "I have never been in love."
Leaning forward, he takes her face in his hands, still smiling. "One day Rachel, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. And then maybe you'll understand my aversion to being told exactly what type of person to fall for."
His words, though logical, leave her confused. How does Blaine know so much about love? He isn't in love himself, surely not. He's already made it clear that he holds no feelings towards Quinn, and the only person that he really ever spends time with is Kurt, so how can he have fallen in love without her even knowing the girl?
She stares at her brother, confusion swimming in her eyes. His hands slowly fall from her face, smile still lingering on his lips. "Just think about what I've said." He starts to stand, "the world could use a few more stars, you know?"
"You really think I could do that?" She bites her lower lip, wide eyes staring into those of her brother's.
Blaine smiles, and then nods. "You're more than what Father sees you as. And one day you'll prove that to him and me? I'm going to prove that love is love, no matter what shape or form." He looks to her now, the dread of seeing Quinn once more vanished, like he no longer needs to worry about this wedding. She knows this look; he's got a plan.
But before she has the chance to question him, he leans down and gently kisses her forehead, "goodnight Rachel." He begins to walk away, Rachel following him with her gaze. At the doorway, he stops, fingers curling around the wood slowly. He turns, teeth tugging at his bottom lip in hesitance. "I know you keep saying no, but you should come with me tomorrow."
She lets out a long sigh, setting an annoyed look on him, "I don't…" She trails off, thinking hard. It may have been a couple of days, but the conversation is still fresh in her mind, almost haunting her, and the more she thinks about it, the more she feels the embarrassment swarming back, the moment relived.
She'd been pushy, like an irritating fly, and Finn, he isn't the type of person to like that. He's a creature of solitude, stubbornness, and her being thrown into the mix left him at a loss of how to react, so naturally he'd become offensive. Rachel knows this, she's sure of it; the plot is all too similar to that she's read in so many books about the house.
And the solution? Well, really, considering the possible complications with her plan, there could be more than one solution. The first; stop going and completely eradicate her life of Finn Hudson and his confusing ways. It would be the wise choice. Eventually Blaine won't need a trainer, and the man will be nothing but a distant memory – someone who she won't cast a second thought to in maybe ten, twenty years.
Here's where the complications arise.
She doesn't want that; to not remember him. It's foolish of her! And yet, the more she thinks about it, the less foolish it is, and the more it becomes her only option. She's not thinking with her head, but with her heart. It longs for her to return to him, if only to soak in that warm feeling that fills her body when she's in his presence. And, greedily, she wants to indulge in it as much as she can, for Finn may be rude, arrogant and blunt, but she likes to be with him, as crazy as it sounds. The sessions may be tiresome, sitting there without much to do, yet just seeing him, absolutely in his element, is something that she could watch all day. She's fascinated by this man, and she doesn't think there's any way to cure that by ignoring him.
At least, going back, she can begin to satisfy her curiosity.
Rachel snaps from her thought, looking Blaine dead in the eye. "You know what; I think I will accompany you tomorrow."
"You will?" He looks shocked, but more baffled: she keeps jumping back and forth between wanting to go and demanding to be taken home.
She nods her head determinedly.
In return, he smiles. "Good. I uh - I think Finn missed you, you know."
She gawks at him, "h-he did?" That's just what she needs; another layer added to the mystery in her already overworked mind. He told her - or downright demanded - that she leave and now she's being told that he missed her? It feels like there's a great big gap where all the explanations should be; she just can't seem to understand the man.
"I think so." He says, "He didn't say it out loud, but it looked like he did."
After a few seconds of shock, she manages to nod her head dumbly, trying – and failing – to fit the puzzle pieces together in her head. Eventually, she gives up. "Goodnight Blaine," she says to her still lingering brother. He smiles, bowing his head briefly. She thinks about his words of Quinn, and she wonders how exactly he's going to deal with it, but that thought's soon usurped by another. She's sure that once again Finn Hudson is going to be hindering her usually dream filled slumber tonight.
Reaching to the side, she switches off her bedside lamp, and the room plummets into darkness. She wishes to do the same, but her brain is alert and awake, and she doubts that very much.
It almost feels surreal, stepping back inside the club, and yet at the same time it's familiar, in a good way, like coming home. Blaine leads Kurt to one side of him, and then her on the other side, arm tightly wrapped around the both of them. Anxiety builds, higher and higher as each second passes. At least she's got Kurt to keep her company if all else fails and she finds herself unable to talk to Finn. Though, thinking about it, she doesn't think that's a problem. The words just seem to burst from her when he's around.
He's talking to another man, one with a shaven head and tanned skin, mouth tugged up in a smirk. She doesn't pay much attention to him however, when Finn starts to turn in their direction. They still stand out; she can admit – especially her – although to Rachel being noticed in a crowd isn't exactly a bad thing.
For a moment, he looks like he's suppressing a smile, and then it fights back, appearing in all its glory and she finds herself smiling back too.
Finn says something to the guy, then begins to head their way. The wild beating of her heart is a reminder as to why she came today, and it only increases the closer he gets.
She stares, craning her neck, the moment he reaches them. In turn, he lowers his gaze to her, seemingly unable to have eyes for anything else. And then it's like he realizes his mistake, snapping back into the emotionless drone that he can be. No smile, no brightly shining eyes – just a vacant expression.
"Hi," she manages to find her voice. She's aware of both Kurt and Blaine observing them, but doesn't look their way.
He struggles with the words himself for a few seconds, before matching her, "hi, "and quickly brushing her off to start the session with Blaine. A little disheartened, she carries herself over to the bench and sits down in a huff. She doesn't catch the way Finn dares a look over his shoulder at her. He starts off with the usual, telling Blaine to do fifty push ups, and she watches as her brother quickly obeys.
It's almost been a week and she can already see the improvements in him, not that she'd seen much of his boxing before, but he's faster, and he seems to strive toward his goal with so much more want. It's quite admirable actually. Kurt takes a seat beside her, his eyes never leaving her brother, and it's like he's thinking the same thing too. Rachel smiles, glad that he has a friend like Kurt.
"So," Kurt begins, eyebrows raising suggestively, "why'd you decide to suddenly make your grand reappearance here? Blaine said that you didn't want to come any more."
She frowns, wondering if she can explain it to him without sounding crazy. In short, the answer is probably no.
"I came to support Blaine," she simply says, hoping that he doesn't question it any further. Unfortunately for her, he does.
"Hmm, and the way that you were looking at Finn had nothing to do with why you're back?"
Damn him!
She stiffens her jaw, eyes fixating straight ahead. "I don't know what you're talking about." She brushes out her skirt and then crosses her legs neatly, avoiding looking in Kurt's direction.
"Rachel," he stifles a laugh, "you're not exactly hiding it well."
"I'm not hiding anything!" Now, her head swivels his way, panic briefly flashing in her eyes. He notices, a smirk crawling onto his lips.
"Oh, I see, you don't want your big protective brother or daddy finding out that you have a thing for Mr broody."
Her eyebrows swoop together, questioning his choice in name for Finn, but she then shakes her head and reaches out to take hold of her friend's arm. "Kurt, please, be quiet," even though her voice itself is the loudest whisper she's ever heard. "I don't have a thing for anyone," she insists, "Finn doesn't even like me." She says this more sadly than she'd expected to, but it's still a nagging point in her mind that, even if her feelings did progress to something more, the fact that she's not very popular in Finn's ranks would counteract that.
She sighs.
"Hmm, I'm going to have to disagree with you on that," Kurt comments.
Rachel stares at him, confusion showing on her face. "What?"
"Well, judging by the fact that he's been asking where you are for the last few days, and all the time that you have been here he's been sending glances your way, I'd say that there's definitely something there. Either that, or he's really interested in that wall behind you."
She sends Kurt a look, hoping to silence him (and distract him from the blush rising on her cheeks) He can't be right, can he? That's… that's utterly crazy! But then why would Finn care where she was, and why would he be looking at her? Unless she has something on her face, whish she's fairly positive isn't the case.
Her heart leaps about triumphantly, her small victory ceasing the moment she looks across the room and finding her own eyes meeting his once more, like they're drawn to each other – connected somehow – and her heart stops leaping. In fact, it feels like it stops moving at all, and she could just pass out any minute.
Somehow, looking at Finn Hudson with this new information is different; it feels so, and yet she can't place why.
He tears away first, like always, and she's suddenly left feeling empty. A frown sweeps across her face, Kurt noticing quickly and wrapping his arm around her, "hey, why so down?" He obviously hadn't just felt what she'd felt, and then had it all snatched away the moment their stare broke…
"Nothing," she mumbles. In need of a distraction, she stands, "I'm just going to go to the bathroom."
Kurt nods and lets her go off, happily setting his gaze for Blaine.
Once around the corner, she outwardly breathes a sigh of relief, glad to be from that room, away from all the uncertainties and such which seem to be gathering there. She relishes in the silence for a moment, never intending to go to the bathroom at all. For one, they're not exactly the high condition vicinities that she's used to, and she just needs time to think, to gather the thoughts whizzing about her mind.
Finn… he's just not making this easier for her. It's a constant back and forth with him, and no clues as to why. It doesn't help her already high curiosity.
She throws her head back against the wall, closing her eyes to allow for a peaceful moment.
And, of course, it just has to be interrupted.
"What're you doing?"
At the sound of Finn's voice, she visibly jumps, eyes shooting open, like wide saucers staring back at him. "I – I just… needed a moment to myself," she confesses, as it's not a great diversion from the truth, but really she wanted a few minutes from Finn, and apparently she isn't even allowed that.
He opens his mouth, poised to speak, and then immediately clamps it shut again.
She has the opposite problem, the words falling out before she has time to time. "So you missed me?"
His eyes bulge, expression showing utter shock, like it's the most ridiculous thing that's ever been suggested to him. "What?!"
Rachel quickly backpedals, "Blaine, h-he told me that you were asking about me." She nods along with her words, eyes holding uncertainty. He lifts a large, rough hand, dragging it over his chin, and then tearing his gaze from Rachel. "So why you ordered me to leave a few days ago is completely beyond me. I mean, why send me home when you want me here? I don't know about you, but that's seems rather contradictory and furthermore – "
"Rachel, please," he places a hand on her shoulder, and she feels her breath hitch as she stares at it.
"I don't," she frowns deeply, brown eyes conflicted, "I don't understand Finn."
"What don't you understand?"
She points in his direction. "You," she tells him, exasperated, "I don't understand you at all."
Finn's expression shifts to one of sadness, and he shakes his head, "that's because you don't know me."
"Then let me know you!" she almost pleads with her eyes. He can be so frustrating, so infuriating, in his inability to understand that for a person to know the real you, then they must be given time to do so – not to be forced away at every chance they get.
He turns from her, his heavily built body facing away from Rachel, and blocking her from seeing the range of emotions across his face. "You don't – it's not that simple Rachel. We're from different worlds, and people like us shouldn't mix."
When he tilts his neck ever so slightly to the side, receiving the full effect of her upset face, he forces himself to continue, "I'm like oil and you're water. They're not meant to be together in any form." At the word 'together', she blushes madly, throwing her gaze to the floor in hopes that Finn doesn't see. "And," he proceeds sadly, "you shouldn't – we shouldn't be friends. Because, well, you…"
"I what?" she questions, voice quiet.
Finn shakes his head, trying to force the words back inside, but they get their way out nonetheless, "you make it easy."
Rachel peers up at him, baffled. She makes it easy to what? He isn't making any sense – well, that's not unusual, but one of these days he's going to have to start speaking in terms that she understands, or things are just going to get even more convoluted.
He finally turns, eyes searching her face. "Look, when I'm with you, I – I don't know why but it's just so easy to let my guard down, to… to open up."
"Isn't that," she starts, "a good thing?"
"No!"
She takes a step back, his sudden anger almost frightening, but she's still unable to tear her gaze from him.
For once, he looks apologetic for making her recoil from him. "I didn't…" He licks his lips, "it's complicated, Rachel, and I don't – I don't want to bring you into this. It's not fair. You're so, so…" The words fall to silence, soon the only thing that she can hear is the pounding of her own heart as he stares at her.
Eventually, she manages a whisper. "What am I?"
"Pure," he says, "innocent. Optimistic. I used to be like that."
She looks at him, seeing him so sad and downtrodden, and it makes her heart ache.
"Finn."
He shakes his head again; eyes shining with what she suspects could be tears. Rachel wants nothing more than to reach out to him, hold him until they all wash away; much like Blaine would do to her if she were upset. But she fears that it wouldn't be enough; neither would Finn allow her to get so close to him. He's a closed book – a closed book with a great big padlock donning the front, and all she needs is to find the right key to open it.
He's beginning to walk away, clearly wanting to be away from her and to not 'open up' at all. Because apparently he does with her. While this makes her feel slightly happier, that her presence alone can cause Finn to feel at more ease, it also poses an even bigger problem. It makes him not want to be near her, and now his acts make more sense, even if only a little.
But she knows now that he's frightened of people knowing the real him, and so he keeps said Finn trapped somewhere deep inside him, hidden beneath layers and layers of attitude and bitterness for the world, for people from her world. Rachel wonders how he's ever been wronged that way, though her thoughts are dragged back to reality as he quickens his pace, and she follows him in an instant.
"You can't just keep running," she tells him, attempting to keep a hushed voice. It doesn't work, and a few people turn to look at them, including Kurt and Blaine.
"I'm not running."
"Yes, you are," Rachel says, emphasis placed on each word. "And from what, I don't know, and I might not ever know. But what I do know is that it isn't healthy to do this Finn."
He pulls an anguished face, not looking anywhere but at her. "Look, you're just a kid, you can't be expected to – "
"I am not a kid!" she raises her voice, sick and tired of being treated as an inferior because of her age. "And I know what I'm talking about. You can't keep doing this." She challenged him with a glare, determined to get her point across. She's right, she knows she is, and she isn't going to be told otherwise.
Rachel half expects him to tell her to leave again, to never, ever come back, but he doesn't. His jaw locks, his eyes for once filled with an emotion – even if it is sadness – and his shoulders slump in defeat. "I know," he admits.
And that's it. He doesn't stay anything else, to her utmost frustration. He returns to Blaine, who'd seen the whole thing, and who looks lost as to what had happened, but listens to his trainer's instructions obediently.
She doesn't move at first, finding it strange that he'd actually agreed with her on something, but on the other hand he still is making no effort to change what he knows he should. She has no doubt that he'll return to the surly, pessimistic man she's known all week, the one who is rude to her, and gives her a headache just thinking about.
By the time she's sat, eyes still trained on the tall boxer before her, she sighs.
"What was all that about?" Kurt asks her nosily.
She shakes her head, "it doesn't matter." He's not going to change anyway.
Cold, blue eyes stare back at her, causing her to shift uncomfortable beneath the gaze. She's glad to have Kurt beside her, not wanting to feel like the only one falling prey to the infamous glare of Quinn Fabray. Even now, after knowing the girl for so long, her impressive powers have not waned on Rachel, and it makes her feel about three inches tall.
At least she doesn't have to sit next to her, she thinks, casting a glance in poor Blaine's direction. He's sat completely erect, body stiff and unnatural. It's only when Kurt sends a gentle smile his way that he truly manages to find some comfort in the situation. Rachel only sighs and slowly pushes her food around her plate, wishing that this could be over with already.
The bellowing laughter of Papa, Mr Hummel and Mr Fabray startle her slightly, and her eyes cast in their direction, wishing that she could join in with their fun, but no, she's stuck here with the ice queen herself, and the atmosphere is tense, so thick that she could slice through it with a knife. No one dare speak between the four of them, and any chatter that does occur is hesitant, strained. She hates every second of it.
As soon as dinner's over, she wants to jump for joy, and proceeds to follow Kurt and Blaine from the dining room. It's with much annoyance that she realizes that Quinn is behind them, too.
"What're you doing?" she asks before she can stop herself.
The blonde rolls her eyes, barging past Rachel, "I'm spending some time with my fiancé if that's alright with you."
At the mention of 'fiancé', the three simultaneously tense, eyes locking with one another, and she can practically feel the discomfort radiating from her brother. Kurt looks equally as disturbed by the use of it, his gaze moving toward Blaine, and his hand twitching, in turn brushing against the other man's. For a moment, Blaine seems to relax, but the moment's snatches away quickly as Quinn insists that they go sit down.
Rachel enters after Quinn, the large room seeming suddenly smaller now that she's 'trapped' in here with the girl. She occupies her usual seat by the window, reaching for the book she'd left on the coffee table. She may as well entertain herself while she can, rather than being bored out of her mind for the next few hours.
Her eyes peek over the pages as she hears Kurt announce, "you're in my spot."
"I'm just sitting next to my fianc – "
"That's my place," he insists, face calm yet dismissive of Quinn's reasoning. She's sat next to Blaine on the small sofa, the place where he and Kurt usually reside, and have done for as long as she can remember. It's just the way it is – their place, as Kurt had described.
Quinn relents, begrudgingly so, and moves over to the arm of the sofa on Blaine's other side. Once in his rightful place, Kurt mumbles, "no way am I not sitting next to kitten boy." In an instant, Blaine's face reddens in embarrassment, especially when small giggles escape from Rachel at the familiar term for her brother. He hates being called it, or more, he hates being reminded of his obsession with being the superhero kitten boy as a child. She's sure he made it up, but the memory of it never fails to bring a smile to her face.
Many years earlier…
A ten year old Rachel finishes taping Kurt's hands together with the small piece of material she had, adding in an overly dramatic 'evil' laugh. "And now you're mine forever."
He struggles against his binds, "no! Let me go you, you witch!"
"Never!"
This goes back and forth continuously until they hear footsteps from the hallway, both turning at the sound of them, and Rachel moving closer to Kurt.
All of a sudden a force sweeps her from her feet, knocking the small girl into the sofa. She screams, eyes rising up to meet… Blaine? Only, he's wearing one of her yellow shawls around his neck, pinned together and then covered with a bow tie to complete his 'cape'. "Blaine," she starts to giggle to herself, especially when she notices that he's drawn whiskers on his face, and he's donning a headband of hers, only with triangles stitched to the top, made to look like ears.
"Shh!" he silences her, "I'm kitten boy! And I," he suddenly stops, clearing his throat and speaking in a low voice, "I'm here to save Kurt from the evil witch!"
His heroic statement is discredited the moment both her and Kurt begin to laugh in unison, tears forming in their eyes as they find it that funny. He doesn't find it as hilarious as they do, a sheepish expression forming on his face.
"Hey, it's not…"
He trails off as howls of laughter interrupt him anyway, cheeks blushing madly.
Rachel will never forget this day.
Present day…
And she never did, continuously mocking her brother for his outfit, much to his chagrin. What's worse is when Kurt joins in, and he becomes more disgruntled but, to them - that being her and Kurt – it's still something funny to remember, a special time between the three of them.
Quinn's eyebrows dip together hearing this with no explanation, and Rachel does her best to hide the smug smile on her lips.
With her still there, the conversation doesn't slip into the usual rhythm, and they all seem less at ease. It's only natural, seeing as they barely know the girl sitting with them, and from previous experiences she isn't going to be a great companion. At least she tries to start a conversation, something about Blaine's work which Rachel is barely interested in; Blaine then manages to shift the conversation focus from him to Kurt, and the promotion that he's no doubt going to earn.
"You are?" Rachel smiles proudly at her friend.
"Oh, don't listen to your brother, you know how he is," he smacks at Blaine's arm playfully.
Rachel notices Quinn staring at the small interaction, and her hand instantly slips around Blaine's squeezing it tightly. Blaine noticeably gulps, leaving his tense hand there for a few seconds before tugging it away and running it through his hair. "It's warm. Is anyone else warm? Is it just me?" He clears his throat, eyes nervously darting about the room.
She hears a tiny hmmmf from Quinn, but otherwise he isn't answered.
She quickly returns to her book, or more uses it as a cover to think about Finn again, his words on constant reply in her mind. A helpful, conscious citizen such as herself should, of course, be willing to help him make the change that he so desperately strives for, and he said it herself – she helps him to let his guard down. So, naturally, it is up to her to help the process along the way and…
Upon hearing loud laughter, she starts to focus back into the conversation to find Kurt and Blaine giggling with one another, Quinn laughing beside them; though from the look on her face it's evident that she's a little lost. For a moment, she pities the girl.
Kurt is practically falling over Blaine with as he laughs heartily to whatever they'd been speaking about. His hands cling to Blaine, using her brother to hold himself up. He eventually calms, going to move away, as he does his hand gliding over Blaine's crotch, earning a squeak from the boy.
She frowns; didn't he know that it was just an accident? Kurt wouldn't do… that on purpose.
The awkwardness lingers for the rest of the evening and, although it gets better as the night progresses, it's still there, adding tension to everything said or done. Kurt announces that he should go home, and Blaine is soon to swoop in, offering to walk him back. She smiles – her brother is so considerate and thoughtful.
Quinn mumbles a 'goodbye' to him, staying put on the sofa, while Rachel stands and pulls her friend into a tight hug.
"Come on," Blaine says, "we should get going." He seems eager to leave.
And they're soon gone, leaving her with Quinn. "Is he always like that?" The blonde asks her, hiding no malice in her voice.
"Like what?" she frowns, unsure of what Quinn is getting at. Is she missing something here?
Before she hears the answer, she notices the broach that Kurt had been wearing that night on the floor; had it fallen from his suit? In her hands in an instant, she holds it carefully, knowing how he feels about his things being broken. "I'm sorry; I need to return this to Kurt." She'd rather do it now while it's at the front of her mind.
She doesn't bother grabbing her coat as she steps outside, wanting to catch them before they return to the house, which is only down the street to theirs. Her small heels click against the concrete floor, and the icy winds causes her teeth to chatter, but she just picks up the speed and tries to find Kurt and her brother.
The street is completely empty, the only noise being the background buzz of the city.
A noise startles her, making her jump and look around in fear. It's not often that she leaves the house unaccompanied, and being by herself makes her feel vulnerable. The noise happens again. She takes a couple of steps back, considering just turning and going home.
Her eyes are for some reason drawn to the dark alley between the huge buildings, where movement keeps her drawn further and further in. At first, it looks like some sort of attack, two people almost struggling against the wall. Her feet carry her closer; she really hopes that she won't regret this. The closer she gets, the more the shapes come into focus, until eventually she realizes that it's not two strangers; it's Kurt and Blaine.
She suppresses the gasp in her throat at the sight of them, lips locked in battle. Kurt runs a hand through Blaine's now messed hair, eyes closed and mouth opening slightly as the kiss continues. He makes small noises of appreciation, each moan making Rachel's eyes bulge wider and wider. Blaine grunts, gripping onto Kurt like he's afraid he'll let go, mouth suddenly tearing itself from his swollen lips and trailing along his pale, soft neck.
Rachel, after making sure that she won't faint from the utter shock, turns and hurries back to the house. She slams the door closed behind her, leaning against it and staring straight ahead, breathing heavily.
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