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A/N: Seriously guys the feedback is amazing! Your support honestly makes my day and helps me on the right track with this story. I really appreciate it. Sorry for the wait. I've been sick and haven't been able to get on the computer. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter!
Blaine's head had been spinning with confusion since the kiss. There was no excuse for what he had done, and if Rachel ever found out—well that's something he refused to think about.
"Dude, I'm kicking your ass." Puck's voice broke through Blaine's thoughts. He looked over at Puck as he laid the controller down.
The two had agreed to a one on one match on the Xbox. Blaine agreed quickly, figuring out that it would be the best way to get his mind of things, while Puck agreed because he knew he could kick Blaine's butt at it. The boys made an unlikely pair, but Blaine had been enjoying his time with Puck.
"Right, I'm sorry. My mind just isn't on the game right now." Not only was that true, but his skills at video games were greatly lacking. He enjoyed most things that guys did, however video games wasn't on that list.
Puck momentarily paused the game and lounged back on the couch next to Blaine. Thoughts ran ramped throughout Blaine's mind. He knew that Puck would more than likely ask him what was going on. It had been exactly three weeks since the kiss, and he had only spoken to Quinn maybe once or twice. It's not like he wanted things to change between them. However, it was extremely difficult for him to admit that technically he was a cheater. Facing Quinn would only bring out guilty feelings along with conflicting emotions he felt for the girl.
The real question was should he tell Puck? The two had become closer over the last few weeks, and Blaine was proud to call him a buddy. Puck's rudeness, disregard for women and ignorant mannerism got under Blaine's skin, but for the most part the boys got along well. That didn't mean he was ready to release his interpersonal issues. Yet again, what was the harm? He had never had a real best friend to share thing with.
Right on cue Puck asked the question he had been preparing for. "So, what's up with you Anderson?"
"I-I…just well, it's not really a big—"
"Let me guess, Q right?"
Was he that obvious? Surely Puck of all people didn't pick up on the fact that Quinn was the subject gnawing on him. He loved hanging with the guy, but when it came to smarts Puck wasn't the one a person would go to for Math homework. Then again maybe he just had really good people skills.
"How did you know?" Blaine questioned.
Puck threw his hands up as if it was the most evident thing in the world. "Dude, you two was glued to each other's hip, laughing in the hallway, eating lunch together, making googly eyes, then suddenly it's like you two don't even know each other. I might not know much but I know when two people dig each other."
The hand that still latched onto the controller suddenly became attached to Blaine's head, running over the thick hair gel in a soothing manner. Apparently it had been noticeable, which meant Rachel had probably picked up on something. She was quite skilled at reading Blaine's emotions.
"We kissed. It was brief, but it still happened. I felt something strong, and now I have no clue what to do. I can't cheat on Rachel. That would break her heart, but I can't get Quinn out of my mind. She's addicting."
The confession came to no surprise to Puck. He had experience the Quinn effect. She had her own weird way of drawing people in. Like Blaine said, it was addicting.
"I get it, man. I've been down that road and did that. She is an amazing girl once you get passed the whole bitchy exterior. Just most people don't bother getting to know her. I, myself, was one of those people before when I just used her for sex. I basically sucked big time, but like I said I get it."
"I just—"Blaine started but was interjected by the doorbell.
Puck once again threw his hands up, but this time mimicking a victory gesture. "Pizza time! It's a good thing too cause' not only am I starving but all this girl talk is getting to me man. No offense and shit but kinda don't feel like growing a vagina today."
Blaine stared at Puck in wonder as he watched him retrieve the pizza. It always amazed him how much Puck could go from being a decent guy to being so crude.
A few slices later, and a couple of beers for Puck (which Blaine kindly declined), and the two of them found themselves once again on the subject of Quinn.
"Look dude, all I'm saying is you should talk to her. I mean I know Q, better than most people, and she isn't gonna come to you. She's not like that. If you want her, you need to tell her. Let her know that just cause' you got your mack on doesn't mean you want her out of your life. You two are just being idiots by not talking to each other, and it's not gonna solve shit."
Nodding his head in understanding, Blaine knew that Puck was right. Nothing would work out between them if they kept on going without speaking. Frankly, Blaine was tired of it and missed having her around. She was the one thing that could brighten up his day no matter what.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and within seconds had a text message to Quinn wrote out. The send button was hit right after he made sure that it was a decent enough text.
"Done." He stated, sliding the phone back inside his pocket.
A relieved look was sent his way from Puck as he grabbed the controller.
"Good cause' it's time for me to blow your head off a few more rounds."
"Hey now! I've actually gotten pretty good at this game."
The pair sat in silence, continuing to eat pizza and playing until Puck said the most logical thing he had said all day.
"Women, man. Can't live with them and sure the hell can't live without them."
Blaine nodded his head. "Yeah."
Santana, Kurt, and Quinn all sat piled into Kurt's bedroom—Kurt and Quinn studying while Santana played with her nails; a bored expression on her face.
"I just don't get Mr. Shue. I mean does he even really know how to speak Spanish? This study material is ridiculous and honestly giving me the headache." Quinn said, rubbing her temples.
Rolling her eyes, Santana sat up on the edge of the bed. "Of course he doesn't. The idiot majored in horrible fashion and how to ruin Santana's life."
"Ah, so she speaks. You know, Santana, as the only Spanish speaking member of this group you sure have been quiet. Here's an idea, help us out!" Kurt glared, rolling onto his stomach from his position on the floor.
Quinn followed suit and threw the papers to the ground as Santana snapped at Kurt.
"Shut it, okay? I don't feel like helping either one of you assholes out. I'm still majorly pissed at that little stunt you pulled."
"That was weeks ago, San. Get over it, unless this anger is your way of expressing your built up sexual frustration for Berry."
Kurt giggled at Quinn's words, which automatically made her laugh along with him. The two couldn't help but to poke fun at Santana. She spent years breaking everyone down. It was only fair that she got her turn.
A silence fell over the room, making the atmosphere around them awkward. Quinn looked at Kurt, then to Santana, waiting for her to freak out on them, but it never happened. That was odd, considering she had done nothing but deny her feelings for Rachel.
"I think it's time I went and got us a few snacks." Kurt whispered, pushing himself off the ground. The last thing he wanted was to be sandwich in a room with two of his best friends refusing to speak. He had no clue what was going on, but if Santana was silent it usually meant trouble.
Once Kurt was gone, Quinn waited a minute before addressing Santana.
"What gives? Why are you not yelling, exclaiming how much you hate Rachel?"
Santana crossed her arms in a defensive matter, but was quickly deflated. "Because I don't hate her, alright? I care about her, a lot actually. I hate myself for liking her, but I can't get her out of my mind. There, satisfied? You finally got the big, bad Santana to admit her feelings for Rachel Freaking Berry."
This shocked Quinn. She never once believed that Santana would speak the words she just did. It was weird to hear it actually come from her mouth, even though everyone knew it was true. Well, everyone besides Rachel.
"Um, I don't really know what to say. What are you going to do about it?" The look on Santana's face formed into pure hatred, and it made Quinn nervous to be in the same room with her.
"What the hell do you mean? There is shit I can do about it. First off, she's with Warbler. Second off, I refuse to be the lesbian in this town and I refuse to bring Rachel down with me. Third off, I don't do feelings."
If this was anyone else, Quinn would probably tell them how stupid they were being. But she knew firsthand what it was like to want something you couldn't have. "I get it."
"No you don't get it. Quinn do you know how hard it is for me to see her with him? I have to watch them every fucking day."
"I get it. Trust me when I say I get it." Quinn leaned back in her chair, praying that Santana wouldn't question her about that.
Her prayer went unanswered.
"What is that supposed to mean? You know something you aren't telling me, don't you? Spill it."
The situation always got turned around on her. She had no clue how, but Santana had a way of getting out of everything, even though she had initiated the conversation.
"I kissed Blaine." Quinn had no idea why she was telling her, but it slipped from her mouth before she could think.
The awkward silence from before was back until once again Santana snapped.
"Are you out of your freaking mind? How could you do that to Rachel? What, Finn wasn't enough for you? Now you have to go after him. All the time I spent hating him, and you do this to me. The hell is wrong with you, Quinn?" Santana was pacing the floor, and Quinn wished she was anywhere but here.
"It's not like I meant for it to happen. We were wrapped up in the moment and I kissed him. If you must know, the two of us haven't spoken since then. I never meant it as a way to hurt Rachel like I did with Finn. Blaine's different, and you hating him is stupid. He's gentle, and kind, and charming. You only hate him because of Rachel. You don't even know him."
Santana calmed down for a moment. "You like him don't you?"
Laying her head down in her hands, Quinn had no answer for her. Did she like him? Everything had been confusing for her since their kiss. She wanted desperately to talk to him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Mostly out of embarrassment.
"I'll take that as a yes."
The door flung open, Kurt emerging with a bowl of popcorn and sodas in his hands. "I heard yelling. What is going on?"
"Nothing, Hummel. Just some girl talk." Santana scowled at Quinn, daring her to tell what she told her. But Quinn knew better. If she uttered a word about Rachel, Santana would spill about Blaine. Kurt would take more offense to the Blaine part than he would Santana finally spilling out her feelings.
"Uh, hello, gay guy in the room! I'm all for some girl talk."
The sound of a text message chimed from Quinn's phone and a grin spread across her face when she read the name.
Only you can stop yourself from being the girl you want to be. Be the change you want. I will always believe in you.
"I got to go." Quinn said, suddenly. Kurt and Santana's attention was now on her.
"What about studying? I don't think I can pass without your help."
"I have to go. I have more important things to do than Spanish. You have Santana."
"Like kissing—"
Quinn turned around from her position at the door. "You say one more word and I'll tell everyone at McKinley what you just told me."
"What would that be?" Kurt chirped in.
"I have to go."
With that she was gone.
Lucky for her, the walk from Kurt's house to Rachel's wasn't very long. Santana had brought her to Kurt's, causing her to have to take the hard way to the girl's house. Thank God for cheerleading, otherwise she would have already been out of breath.
After what felt like forever, she finally made it to the edge of the driveway. The house was vaguely familiar, seeing as she had been there once or twice. However, the last time she was there was in a drunken state. Everything from that night was a blur to her.
Knocking on the door, she came face to face with a man—whom she assumed was one of Rachel's dads. She couldn't for the life of her believe she was about to do what she was about to do. But Blaine's text message hit her hard. He was right. No matter what her parents did, change started with her.
"Hello, Mr. Berry. I'm here to see Rachel."
"And may I ask who you are?" The man was intimating, but Quinn held her ground.
"Quinn Fabray." His eyes narrowed when she said her name. Figures, seeing as Rachel probably told them about her over the top bullying. "I can assure you I come in peace. In fact, if I had a white flag I'd be waving it right about now."
Mr. Berry closed the door in her face.
"Great." She mumbled before turning around and making her way down the stairs.
The sound of the door stopped her in her tracks, and Rachel's voice could faintly be heard.
"Quinn? What are you doing here?"
The moment of truth. She knew it was a shot in the dark that Rachel would actually hear her out, but she had to take it. If not for herself, then for Blaine.
"I just wanted to apologize. I'm so sorry for the things that I did to you starting sophomore year. I'm sorry that I had you slushied, that I stole Finn away from you, that I said all those harsh things to you. You of all people didn't deserve it. You always stood up for me no matter what, and all I did was treat you like crap." Quinn took in a deep breath, feeling both relieved and afraid. It was nice to get these things off her chest, but at the same time it sucked. She had been raised to never let her true emotions show. This was unfamiliar territory for her.
Rachel's face was exactly how she imagined it would be. She watched the other girl open and close her mouth before she finally seemed to come to the words she wanted to say.
"Quinn, I fully accept your apology." Rachel flung her arms around Quinn's neck, and she had to grab the railing to keep from toppling over. This was unexpected, but nice. The feel of someone actually accepting her for herself was a change. Knowing that Rachel could let go of all their past mistakes. "I knew you'd accept my offer of friendship eventually."
And there she went, saying something completely annoying. However, this time Quinn kept the smile on her face. If she was going to do this, she had to do it right. If that meant finally letting Rachel inside then so be it.
That's when guilt struck. She had just apologized to Rachel, but couldn't even apologize for the biggest attack she had made on the girl—kissing her boyfriend. It wouldn't be right for Quinn to tell her. If anyone should do that, it should be Blaine. That didn't stop her from feeling completely lowdown. Rachel was caring for everyone, even with her selfish ways. She didn't deserve another Finn fiasco to happen.
"I have to go. I have another person in my life that I need to say sorry to. I'm just glad we could come to an agreement."
"Quinn," Rachel started, pulling away from the girl, "I forgave you a long time ago."
Shaking her head, Quinn never could understand how Rachel did that. The girl couldn't hold a grudge for nothing. She constantly forgave everyone, even when they didn't deserve it. That's another trait Quinn secretly admired.
She nodded a goodbye to Rachel before walking away.
The change had just started.
Standing outside of Puck's house, Quinn knocked loudly on the door, hoping he was actually home. It was a Saturday after all, and Puck was notorious for partying early on the weekends. A smile formed on her face as she watched the mohawked boy open and close the door behind him.
"Q, good to see you. I'm in a relationship now so I'm not sure we can have another hook up like the last time you showed up at my house. Though, maybe a quickie in the backseat of my truck wouldn't be so bad." He joked, giving her a suggestive eyebrow raise.
"Shut up, Puckerman." Quinn laughed, pushing him lightly on the shoulder. "I came here to apologize."
"Apologize? For what?"
This being nice thing was a lot harder than other people made it look. It was exhausting, and frankly frightening to put herself out on the line like this. But the thought of Blaine's face when she told him would be worth it all.
"I was a major bitch to you during the whole pregnancy thing. I just wanted to say sorry. You didn't deserve half of it. I mean…sure you were kind of a douchebag, but that didn't mean I should have treated you the way I did. I just wanted you to know that."
Puck didn't respond. Instead he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a warm embrace. This was the side of Quinn he loved, the side that he knew Blaine was drawn to.
"Does this mean you forgive me?" Quinn chuckled, pulling away from him.
"Of course I do, Q. Wait here though. I think I know someone who would be excited to see you." Puck disappeared back through the door, leaving Quinn in puzzlement. Who on earth could be at his house who wanted to see her? It couldn't be his mom. She hated Quinn ever since the bacon incident.
Right on cue, Blaine emerged from the door, a wide grin on his face. "Puck told me what you did. You know the whole apology thing. I'm proud of you."
A shy smile overcame Quinn as she ducked her head at Blaine's words. "You've been avoiding me." Quinn pointed out, finally looking up at him.
"I could say the same for you."
This struck a nerve. She knew she had done the same but he had saved her every time she was feeling down. In a way he had done the same thing today. He was always there to catch her, so it was only fair to give him some credit for breaking the annoying dispute they had going on.
"Let me walk you home, Quinn." Blaine nodded.
Yes was the automatic answer from her, but her head was telling her no. The last place she wanted Blaine to be was at her house when her parents were home. Blaine grabbed his things from Puck's house and the pair set out down the road in a comfortable stillness.
After what felt like ages, Quinn finally spoke. "I apologized to Berry—I mean Rachel."
Blaine's face became nervous as he mumbled, "About what?" His reaction made Quinn laugh slightly.
"Not what you are thinking, Anderson. I have no right to tell her that. I just said sorry for all the awful things I did to her back in sophomore year."
"What brought that on?"
"Let's just say I received a very inspirational text earlier today."
Blaine continued to walk for a moment, staring at her. "You're staring again. If I didn't know you, I'd think you were a creep."
"You're beautiful." Blaine countered.
Blushing was the worst thing to Quinn, but around Blaine she never could manage it. He said things that no other guy said to her. Turning up to the sky, she noted that it was getting dark. Well passed dinner time. She just prayed her parents wouldn't notice.
"Since when are you and Puck friends?" Quinn changed the subject, not knowing how to reply to his compliment.
"Since he gave me your address."
"That snake." Quinn laughed.
"Anyway, my parents are out of town so I was spending the day with him. He wanted me to stay over since they won't be home until tomorrow, but I'm quite attached to my bed."
Quinn pushed him playfully. "You are such a dork."
Blaine watched closely as Quinn began to shiver. He had noticed a change in the air while walking. It was becoming increasingly colder. Within seconds his jacket was off and wrapped around Quinn, which she happily pulled around her shoulders.
"How do you manage to stay so perfect?"
"I don't know what you are talking about, Quinn. I'm far from perfect."
"Could have fooled me. I mean you just keep doing things, even small things like that. It's just different from any other guy."
"I guess I am different."
That's for sure. Quinn thought to herself. She wouldn't allow those words to come out though. Enough words had already been spoken on that subject.
After ten minutes of small talk and banter, Quinn slowed down her pace outside her house. "This is me." She said, sliding the jacket over to him.
"Keep it." Blaine smiled, giving her a tight hug. They were used to giving each other hugs, but he needed to feel her against him, even just a touch as small as a hug.
The front door slammed and Quinn buried her head in Blaine's chest, knowing exactly what was about to come.
"Quinn Lucy Fabray! Where have you been?" Her dad yelled, stumbling forward in the yard.
Blaine watched the spectacle that was Russell Fabray. He had heard horror stories about Quinn's parents, but never once laid eyes on them. There was no reason for this man to judge Quinn, considering he was standing in the middle of his yard drunk. His eyes scanned over her dad, sizing him up. He wasn't a big guy, but at the same time he was scary. That was half of the reason Quinn was in pain all the time.
As her dad approached them, Quinn pushed Blaine behind her.
"I was studying, dad. I'm sorry, but I lost track of time."
Her father thought over her words before his eyes landed on Blaine. "Who the hell is this? Another one of your punk boyfriends? You knock up my daughter too?"
Blaine launched forward, but Quinn's touch stopped him in his tracks. Her grip on his bicep calmed him down. "Don't" She whispered. "It will just make it worse."
She was right. Attacking her dad, no matter how much his words angered him, would be unacceptable. That didn't mean he couldn't stand up for her. "Don't talk to her that way. She doesn't deserve it. You obviously don't have a clue about who she is or what she wants out of life. You'd do best to just go back inside the house."
Before Blaine knew what was happening Russell's hand was wrapped around his t-shirt in a death grip. "Who the fuck do you think you are, boy? I'll tear you to shreds if you every say something like that to me again. I'll talk to my kid anyway I want." He pushed Blaine a little, releasing his grasp.
"Just go home, Blaine. Please." Quinn pleaded.
"I'll be in the house. You have one minute Quinn. Don't make me set the timer." With that her father walked back into the house. She shook her head at his retreating form before turning back to Blaine.
"I am so sorry." Tears were threatening to spill over, but she pushed them aside. She couldn't break down—not in front of Blaine at least.
"Forget about that. I'm not fazed by that man."
Quinn turned her back toward him and began to walk away before his hand was placed inside hers. She stopped her pace but didn't dare turn back in the direction of him.
"You don't have to stay here tonight. You can come home with me. I'll take care of you, Quinn."
Her breath hitched in her throat as his words hit her ears. He always knew the right thing to say and she wanted so desperately to go with him far, far away. "I can't." She knew things would only get worse if she took him up on his offer. Her father would hurt Blaine and she couldn't allow that to happen.
Driving miles and miles in circles, Quinn ended up at the only place she felt safe. It was late and he'd probably be asleep, but she needed him. She needed him to wrap his arms around her and whisper that everything would be okay in the way only he could.
The yelling was too much for her. Whenever she got inside her house, her father unleashed his wrath on her. It was too much to handle. That's why when his bedroom lights turned off she was gone. The window was handy for her to sneak out of and she had plenty of previous experience.
When the lights on the house came on after her pounding on the door, she broke down at the sight of him.
Blaine watched on, seeing the tears stream down her face. "Quinn, what happened?"
She shook her head, violently wiping the tears away. "Nothing. I just came to return your jacket."
Looking behind him, his eyes scanned the kitchen clock. "At midnight?"
"Yep."
"Come inside." That all the words Quinn needed to hear. Stepping inside the house, her arms covered around his neck and her head was buried in his neck.
Blaine felt the tears run down his neck and his heart broke. How anyone could reduce their daughter to this state was beyond him. He broke apart, leaning his forehead against hers. "Go sit down on the couch. I'll fix us some hot chocolate."
"Will you hold me when you get back?"
Hands immediately were placed firmly around her face, pulling her closer to him. "I promise when I get done I'll hold you and wipe away every single tear you shed."
It didn't take him long to appear from the kitchen to the living room, carrying two cups in his hands. Quinn was lying down, wrapped up in a blanket. "Here you go." He said, handing her the cup. "I made you herbal tea instead. It's the bedtime stuff so that should help you sleep."
"I have to drive home."
"I have a guest room."
"Fair enough." Quinn smiled, wiping the last of her tears away. She sat up, grabbing the tea and taking a long sip from it. The warm liquid ran down her throat, heating her whole body and making her feel better already.
"As promised." Blaine remarked, wrapping his arms around her. She laid her head on his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of him.
The two sat like that for minutes before Blaine asked the question she was desperately trying to push from her mind. "What happened, Quinn?"
"I don't want to talk about."
"Okay, then what do you want to talk about? Anything to keep your mind off of it."
"I don't want to talk. I want you to sing to me. I just need to hear your voice."
"Hold on, then." Untangling himself from her, Blaine was up the stairs and back, holding his guitar.
The music filled the room and Quinn's worries flew out the window. This time she knew exactly what song he had chosen and her heart began to beat out of her chest.
"There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired lonely place. Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face. All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you."
"Your eyes whispered have we met? Across the room, your silhouette starts to make its way to me. The playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you. All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you."
His eyes promptly landed on her as the chorus started up. Quinn could only look on in amazement. His voice, the look he was giving her, and the words he was singing all wrapped up into one was making her tremendously overwhelmed.
"This night is sparkling, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew, I was enchanted to meet you."
"The lingering question kept me up, 2 a.m. who do you love? I wonder 'til I'm wide awake. And now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door. I'd open up and you would say, it was enchanting to meet you. All I know is I was enchanted to meet you…"
"This night is sparkling, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew. This night is flawless don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, dancing 'round all alone. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you."
As his fingers lingered over the chords, Blaine moved closer to Quinn, his eyes never leaving hers. He needed her to understand how much she meant to him; the fact that he couldn't and wouldn't allow himself to take his mind off of her—which Quinn fully understood as the words to the song said it all.
"And this is me praying that, this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon. I was enchanted to meet you."
Quinn wasn't sure if it was his beautiful voice, the way his fingers gently strummed the guitar or the fact that the words that were coming up was something she often thought about since meeting Blaine. It was a mystery to her, but she couldn't stop herself from joining in with him.
"Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you."
"This night is sparkling, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew…This night is flawless, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, dancing 'round all alone. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you."
"Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you."
As the song ended, Quinn kept her focus on Blaine. She wanted to crack a joke about him singing a Taylor Swift song to her—in an attempt to break the tension. But his eyes bore into her soul and only one question came to mind.
"Did you mean that? I mean…um is that how you felt after we met that day in the Lima Bean?"
Blaine moved as close as he could to where she was propped up against the edge of the couch. His mouth lingered over her ear for a brief moment before moving down in front of her lips.
"Yes."
It was Blaine this time who initiated the kiss, throwing Quinn completely off her game. However, as his forceful lips ran over hers she rapidly recovered; moving her arms around his back. For the first time that night, she realized he only had a tank top covering his upper body. Her mind had been on her father that she barely paid attention to what he was wearing. Quinn's fingers lightly traced the muscles in his back before moving up and down his arms, noting how strong and protecting they felt.
His tongue danced across her bottom lip, causing her to open her mouth slightly and allow him access. He tasted just as she imagined—sweet and intoxicating. His body pressed against hers, which in return made her clutch onto his shirt tightly. She loved the feel of their tongues moving against each other's, both fighting for dominance; the feel of his body against hers, pressing down, covering her as he kissed away all her pain. It was the most exhilarating feeling she had ever felt in her life.
Like the time in the park, both of them seemed to realize exactly how fast things were heating up, as they found themselves once again cheating on their significant others. Blaine pulled away at the same time Quinn pushed against him.
"I'm so sorry, Quinn. I can't believe I keep doing that." He ran a shaking hand over his lips, tracing the spot where she had kissed him. His whole mouth was tingling and that had to mean something, didn't it? But they couldn't. Yet again he had broken Rachel's trust.
"You've got to stop apologizing, Anderson." Quinn lightly smiled.
"Yeah, well we've got to stop kissing." He stated firmly, pushing himself off of her.
"How about…" she drew out, placing her hand on his chest. "We just don't talk about it and go back to your promise of holding me. I've dealt with enough tonight and diving into the subject of why our lips keep finding each other is only going to make my head spin off the hook. We'll deal with it in the morning."
Blaine could only nod his head as she laid her head against his shoulder. His arms moved around her waist in a comforting manner. The twosome sat in quietness, soaking up each other's touch and wondering exactly what to do with Sam and Rachel.
It wasn't long before Quinn was sound asleep, head still propped up against Blaine. He couldn't help but to admire how adorable she was. She captured every part of him, and she was slowly working her way into his heart.
As peaceful as she looked, he knew she'd need a proper sleep after the night she had and the position she currently was in would render that impossible. Moving his arms around her waist, he picked her up bride style, careful not to disturb her out of her sleep.
It took only a minute to have her up the stairs, and into the guest room's bed. He watched her for a moment, burning the image of her into his mind. Not like she hadn't been there already. Slowly kissing her forehead he whispered a soft "goodnight, Quinn" before heading out the room.
His head hit the pillow, thoughts of a certain blonde swimming around everywhere. Rachel would be disappointed in him, along with everyone in the Glee club. But the way his heart was pumping, the feel of her hands still on his back, and the way her lips sent sparks throughout his body—he could care less. All he wanted was Quinn, despite the consequences. But at the moment, that seemed like a far off dream.
Being Prince Charming was a lot harder than the movies made it out to be.
A/N: So there you go. Again the feedback is awesome and I'm sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the rest. Like I said I've been sick, but I didn't want to make you guys wait any longer than necessary. Like always all grammar/spelling errors are mine and the song used was Enchanted by Taylor Swift.