"Do you really want to know?" Rachel asked, blushing. "Yes, I really do. I'm genuinely curious." Blaine answered her.
"Alright. Freshman year was hell with a capital h. It's not easy fitting in with two gay dads and my enormous amount of talent; you should know you're in almost the same position. As you know, when it comes to my talent I'm not shy. There was a talent show that year, they've cancelled them since. I was the first person signed up to audition for it, naturally. I made it and I was supposed to be the grand finale. I was extremely excited. I'd done shows before but usually for nursing homes or other old people who wouldn't remember it after the following hour. Right before I went on I was drinking a really big slushie, to calm my nerves. As my name was called to go out on stage I went to set my slushie down on a table near me. I ended up tripping on a wire and spilled the thing all over myself. But the show must go on, right? I went o stage covered in slushie and started singing. People were laughing at me because I looked ridiculous. My nerves were getting to be too much to handle. Then I threw up the slushie. It was the worst feeling in the world. I just ran off stage after that. The rest of the story is pretty self explanatory." Rachel finished with a sigh. "That's how the tradition of 'getting slushied' started by the way."
Blaine laughed. He leaned in and gave Rachel a short but sweet hug, "Thank you, Rachel." "My story is nothing compared to yours though. Mine is just embarrassing." Rachel looked away. "But the fact that you trust me with it is what matters." Blaine said gazing at her. Rachel smiled. "Now that we got to know each other a little more do you think we could watch that musical marathon?" Blaine laughed again, "Of course."
Rachel found the remote control beneath her and clicked on the television. It was still on the right channel so she turned up the volume a little bit and lay back on Blaine's pillows. "Nothing beats musicals." Blaine smiled.
I can't believe Rachel is so understanding. She's the only person who knows the whole story now besides my parents and Julie. I honestly don't know how I never tried getting close to her before.
I can't believe Blaine opened up to me like that. My freshman story compared to his is nothing! It feels amazing to know that he's comfortable enough with me to share that with me.
Blaine fidgeted around with the bedspread until he got untucked. "Hey, I'll be right back. Just gonna change." Rachel nodded and watched Blaine walk to his closet. Rachel got under the blankets. She watched Blaine walk into the bathroom. He didn't bother shutting the door.
He didn't shut the door. He didn't shut the door. Why didn't he shut the door? He knows I'm in his bed and I can't see anything. That's probably why. I think he's just changing his shirt anyway.
Blaine walked out of the bathroom. Rachel was wrong. He hadn't changed his shirt, only took it off. He did change his pants though; the two were now wearing matching flannel. Blaine slipped into the bed and under the blanket that Rachel was curled up in. "What musical is on?" he asked. "Rent. Just started." Rachel said.
Is this too much? Should I put a shirt on? But I always sleep without a shirt. That's normal, right?
"Cool." Blaine said, laying his head on a pillow. He rolled over and reached for the night stand. His hand came back with a bowl of popcorn in it. "Want some?" "Thank you." Rachel answered, grabbing a small handful and smiling.
I shouldn't be thinking like this. I wonder if his parents know he's bi…they might still think he's completely gay. Maybe I could spend the night here…I never want to leave this bed.
Thirty minutes or so into the musical Blaine rolled over. He looked up at the ceiling. Rachel eyed his curiously. She sat up and looked at him for a few seconds before her eyes wandered to the alarm clock next to him. "I should probably be leaving. It's going on midnight." Rachel said looking back down. "No, no. Please don't." Blaine said, his eyes were focused on Rachel. "I'd love it if you stayed the night. I don't mean doing anything like that, but my parents don't know I'm bi yet and your dads are out of town. This may be our only opportunity and I love having you as company." Rachel looked up and let out a nervous smile.
WHY DID I SAY THAT? IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME? YOU DON'T JUST ASK A GIRL TO STAY THE NIGHT! I bet she thinks I'm crazy now. She's going to want to go home for sure now!
"I was actually thinking the same thing." Rachel finally said. Blaine smiled, at first it was a small, kind of shocked, smile. But then it grew bigger until it took up almost his whole face. All he could think of to say was "Cool, great, fantastic!"
His reaction made Rachel laugh. She started to say something but was interrupted by the bedroom door opening. "Hi Mom." Blaine said.
The woman standing in the doorway had long, thick, curly black hair. That's where he gets it from… She was wearing a nice dress and her makeup was done nice. "Two encores tonight." She said with a smile. "And who's this?"
"Mom, this is Rachel. She goes to my new school. I invited her over for the all night musical marathon." He answered. She smiled again, "Nice to meet you, Rachel." and with that she shut the door and walked away.
"Two encores? Is your mom a singer?" Rachel asked almost immediately. "Yeah, but she's not big. Not yet at least. She just sings in the café around the corner." Blaine responded. That's where he gets his talent. "So you take after your mom in a lot of ways?" Rachel continued. "What?" Blaine was confused. "Well, you guys have the same curly black hair, you can both sing, neither of you are the tallest people around." Rachel said. "Well yeah, now that you mention it, I guess you could say that." "And your dad. What is he?" she asked. "He's an artist. He just does local work though." Blaine said impatiently. "What's with all the questions?" "Just curious." Rachel replied.
Blaine lay back down on the pillows and pulled the blanket over his head. Rachel rolled over. "We don't have to watch it if you don't want to, you know?" Rachel said. Blaine smiled and grabbed a flashlight off the nightstand. He pulled the blanket all the way over his head and flicked on the flashlight. Rachel smirked and pulled the blanket off of Blaine's head. "What are you doing?" she asked.