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Chapter 7.

Quinn knocked on the door of room 102 softly. "Come in!" a voice called out from the other side of the door. Quinn opened the door and dragged her suitcase in behind her.

Rachel already had her suitcase open on the bed nearest the window. "I hope you don't mind, I took the bed by the window." Rachel beamed.

"It's fine." Quinn replied, dragging her suitcase over to the other bed. "So what d'you think of England so far?" she added, pulling her suitcase up onto the bed.

"It's just how I imagined it… well" Rachel thought for a second "Apart from the fact that my face isn't on the billboards advertising me starring in a West End Show."

Quinn shook her head and smiled whilst starting to unpack her things.

Meanwhile, Brittany and Santana were sitting at a table in the coffee shop of the hotel.

"I just don't see why Finn would pick Rachel over me… I just can't see it." Santana said thoughtfully, looking down at her coffee.

"Maybe he thinks you're too good for him?" Brittany replied, playing with the straw in her frappuccino.

"Thanks, but that's not it. He's in love with Rachel. I think everyone can see that…" Santana replied, looking up at Brittany.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I think you're great. " Brittany said, with a smile.

Santana smirked. "Thanks B." she added, sipping her cup of coffee.

Kurt stood by the lift, waiting for the doors to open. When the doors opened he stepped inside, dragging his designer suitcase behind him. As the doors started to close, Kurt saw a figure running towards the lift.

"Hold the doors! " the voice called out. Kurt put his hand between the doors to stop them from closing. The doors opened to reveal the myterious boy that Kurt had been accidentally staring at earlier in the day.

"Thank you. " The boy said, smiling at Kurt. Kurt's heart skipped a beat. The doors of the lift closed and the lift fell silent.

"I'm Blaine by the way. " the boy said, breaking the silence. He held his hand out for Kurt to shake.

"I'm Kurt, nice to meet you." Kurt replied, shaking the boy's hand.

"So are you here on the McKinley field trip? " Blaine asked, letting go of Kurt's hand.

"Yes, are you?" Kurt asked, going slightly red.

"Yes… I'm new though, I transferred from Dalton Academy last month." The boy explained.

"Dalton Academy, as in home of the Warblers?" Kurt asked, intrigued.

"Indeed." Blaine laughed. "Indeed it is."

"Wow." Kurt replied.

Their conversation was cut short by the lift doors opening.

"I guess I'll see you around, Kurt." Blaine said, stepping out of the lift. "It was nice meeting you."

"See you around Blaine." Kurt said, nodding politely.

Kurt blushed as he walked away. `What an interesting person.` he thought to himself as he put the keycard in his door.

7 o'clock came and the students headed down to the resturaunt. Kurt and Mercedes were chatting happily over food after being joined by Artie and Tina.

"So, how's things with the lovely Mercedes?" Kurt asked, with a smile.

"Not too bad, Santana hasn't bothered to come to the room yet, so I suppose things are great… you seem awfully happy?"

"Who… me? Don't be silly…" Kurt said, twisling the pasta around his fork.

"Kurt, I've been friends with you for like forever… plus I'm not stupid. What's going on?" Mercedes asked, looking at Kurt.

Kurt sighed and scanned the room, then turned back to Mercedes. "There's this guy, in our Spanish class, that just transferred from Dalton Academy." Kurt squeeled, unable to stop a smile from spreading across his face. "He is the closest thing to perfection, like ever!"

Mercedes smiled. "What's his name?" leaning forward.

"Blaine." Kurt replied, still smiling.

Mercedes' mouth dropped open.

"What?" Kurt asked, examining Mercedes' face.

"Blaine… as in Blaine Anderson, lead singer of the Warblers?"

Kurt paused for a moment. "Oh my gosh… do you really think it's him?" He asked, grabbing Mercedes' hand.

Mercedes smiled. "Well, anything's possible."

The waiter started to clear Finn and Rachel's table as they were standing up to leave.

"Thank you." Rachel said politely, tipping the waiter.

"I still can't get used to this money… they have coins for £1… I prefer dollars." Finn said, looking completely confused at the coins in his hand.

"I think it's great, just adds to the whole culture of the country." Rachel replied, grabbing Finn's free hand and leading him into the reception of the hotel. "When we had some spare time, I had a look around the hotel, and I found a really great place." Rachel continued, leading Finn up the wide staircase to a hallway.

"Where are we going?" Finn asked enthusiastically. Trying to keep up with the small girl infront of him.

"You'll see." Rachel chirped, as she skipped happily to the end of the hallyway.

Rachel lead Finn down the hallway and around a corner. A set of French balcony doors led the way to a small balcony lit by candles.

"I don't quite know what this is here for, but I thought it might be nice to just sit here for a while and talk about stuff." Rachel said, opening the door and holding it open for Finn.

"This is… really nice Rach." Finn replied, taking in the view of the city skyline.

Rachel stood by the edge of the balcony, resting her arms on the barrier. "I'm sorry Finn." Rachel said abruptly.

"Sorry for what?" Finn asked, walking over to where she was standing.

"For being so selfish all the time… I don't mean to be…" Rachel confessed, still looking at the twinkling lights of the Birmingham skyline. "Sometimes I just get so fixated on a certain thing, like winning nationals… and I just forget about everything el-"

Rachel's speech was cut short by the feeling of Finn's lips on hers.

Finn pulled away, and held Rachel's hand in his. "Rachel, you don't need to say any of this. I love you for who you are. I don't want you to change at all." Finn explained, looking deep into her eyes.

Rachel looked back at him. She was lucky to have Finn and she knew that. She didn't want to lose him, and she knew deep down that if she continued to be as self absorbed as she was now, she would.

"Finn… I just don't want to lose you. You're the only thing I've got." Rachel's eyes filled with tears, she broke eye contact to avoid embarrassment.

Finn wiped a tear from Rachel's face. "I'm not going anywhere." He assured her, pulling her into a hug.

Kurt pushed his plate away and sipped his glass of orange juice. "Apparently, we're allowed to go shopping in the Bullring tomorrow." Kurt said, swirling his drink around his glass.

"What's the Bullring?" Mercedes asked, picking at her nails.

"It's the main shopping mall in Birmingham Town Centre. I heard it's got all the designer English shops in there." Kurt said, smiling at the thought of visiting.

Mercedes looked up. "I did some research about their shops, they look pretty awesome."

Their conversation was cut short by a deep voice. "Hi Kurt, do you mind if I sit with you?"

Kurt's head shot up, he knew that voice. A smile flashed across his face.

"Of course Blaine. Sit down." Kurt said, gesturing to the seat next to Mercedes.

After hearing the name Blaine, Mercedes' head spun around to see who the mystery man was.

"Kurt, I've got some… unpacking to do… I'll be in my room… Bye." Mercedes stuttered, trying to sound natural. "Bye Blaine." She added, pushing her chair under the table and turning swiftly on her heel.

"Did I do something to offend her?" Blaine asked, looking concerned.

"Nope, that's Mercedes trying to act natural." Kurt confessed, looking down at his glass.

"So we're going to the Bullring tomorrow. I heard there's some cool designer shops there." Blaine continued, sipping his coffee.

"I know, I was just discussing this with Mercedes… don't think she really got it though." Kurt laughed, looking up at Blaine.

Kurt hadn't noticed before, but Blaine had the most perfect smile. He looked away quickly after realising he was staring at him.

Blaine laughed. "What?" He asked, smiling.

"Oh… nothing. " Kurt replied. He could feel the burning in his cheeks. "I was just wondering.. you're not by any chance Blaine Anderson, former lead singer of the Warblers are you?"

Blaine paused for a second. "I might be… I might not." He joked. "Yes I am. I only transferred from Dalton because a bad relationship, things didn't go so well." Blaine added, looking down at his plate.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. What was her name?" Kurt asked, nervously tapping on the table.

"Oh… his name was Oz."