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She waits day after day, hoping that, one of those days, she'll see him again, but he never comes. And each time he doesn't come she finds herself becoming more disappointed. It's the kiss – it must be the reason. But he initiated it, so she just doesn't understand why all of a sudden he's just ignoring her. Did she do something wrong? Rachel frowns at this; she didn't think that she'd done anything wrong. The kiss had been amazing, and she thought that Finn felt the same, but then this shouldn't be happening if that was the case.

Rachel lets out a wistful sigh, sitting on her bed and trying to focus on the book in her hand. It certainly doesn't help when a kissing scene begins with the protagonist and, as she reads the words, her heart becomes heavier and heavier, while her thoughts begin to move in Finn's direction again. Really, why is everything so complicated?

She just wants him to come back. And yes, she wants to kiss him again, to relive the thrilling feeling that doing so brought. Rachel is already addicted to those kisses, and there's only been one.

Frustrated, she throws the book from her hands and then herself back into her pillows, hair fanning out behind her. At first a week had passed, and then another. Now, nearly a month later, there's still no sign of Finn returning at all. "I'll see you soon," she mimics the last words he'd said to her, scoffing. What is his definition of soon? Because surely that would entail him seeing her quicker than this. Admittedly, she could tell that he were hesitant after the kiss, confused even, but that doesn't mean that he has to avoid her because of it. But he knows that avoiding her is something he can do – the easiest thing – as they live so far apart, and the likelihood of her going to the boxing club by herself to confront him is slim.

He knows exactly what he's doing, she thinks with slight annoyance. And he just can't expect her to forget about this, can he? All the time spent acting like she's too young, too innocent were thrown out of the window the second he decided to kiss her. It means so many things, first and fore mostly that he is haboring some kind of feeling for her, a feeling that he's trying to suppress by ignoring her.

Rachel's jaw clenches tightly as she thinks further. She's not going to let Finn carry on doing this. Things changed the moment he chose to kiss her, and now there's no running, no hiding.

She won't let him.

Now all she needs to do is find him. It'll be simple enough, of course – he practically lives in that boxing club, so she has no doubts that he's there, but the large dilemma is how to get there. Blaine is at Kurt's house, and she knows that he won't want to leave in order to take her across town. Rachel sighs, biting her lower lip in thought.

For a moment, she almost considers going herself, but quickly talks herself out of it. If Papa found out he'd throw a fit, and she didn't exactly feel comfortable going there alone.

So she waits.

With her spare time, she heads downstairs to find something to do, not wanting to just waste the minutes away. On the way, she passes her Papa, who sweeps past the girl without so much as one word. He's been like that, unable to even look her in the eye properly, since he'd hit her. Rachel tries to push the unsettling feeling of the memory away, and slips into the silent living room.

The longer she's there, thinking to herself about the way that Finn had acted – his back and forth between feelings for her – she becomes even more annoyed. Generally, she's a forgiving person, and she can see the good in so many people but this, this is low. For someone who prides himself on being so mature, a man, Finn has a strange way of showing said maturity. What kind of man runs away from something like this?

Rachel tries to kill the time, singing a few songs gently to herself, but even that seems bore her eventually, and she stops, once again wishing that she were able to go see Finn by herself, rather than waiting to be escorted there by her brother.

Eventually though, Blaine graces her with his presence. She's on her feet within seconds, moving up to him, "great, you're here!"

He eyes her slowly, then says, "did you want me for something?"

She puts on an award winning smile, from ear to ear, and gently takes hold of his hand. "Blaine," she drawls, smile widening, if possible, "you're not busy now, are you?"

"Well, I have some stuff to do," he says uncomfortably, not letting her make eye contact. Weird, she thinks with a slight frown; but lately he's been acting as such – Kurt too – and she's yet to figure out why their behaviour has become so odd. They're a little distant, and slightly more secretive, and if there's one thing that Rachel hates, it's knowing that people are keeping something from her. But now isn't the time to think about that. Besides, asking him will probably irritate Blaine, and he's her only sure fire way of getting to Finn to confront the man.

Blaine watches her expression fall, and sighs "what did you want?"

The smile happily springs back onto her face. "Well," she begins, moving back and forth on the balls of her feet, "I need you to take me somewhere."

He rubs a hand over his tired face, "now?"

She turns on the large, pleading eyes. "Blaine, please, there's no other way that I can get there without you going with me." Rachel hates that she's given so little freedom in a city that she's been in all her life. She's eighteen years old, and she can barely go outside without her brother watching over her. And soon enough Blaine will be married and won't be able to do that; what does that mean for her?

Shaking that thought from her mind, she increases the size of her pout, and slowly notices the cracks in Blaine's armor beginning to show. "Where do you want to go?" he relents.

Rachel tries not to celebrate her triumph too early, and remains calm and collected as she says, or more whispers (because if anyone ever finds out about the boxing club, it'll surely mean disaster for her and Blaine – and possibly Kurt, too). "I need to – to see Finn."

His thick eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, "Why would you want to see him?"

The hesitation that follows makes him ask more strongly, "Rachel?

She squirms under his questioning gaze, wondering whether it's right to tell him what had happened between her and Finn. Despite them being close, he occasionally goes into his 'big brother' mind set, and his overprotectiveness can be frustrating. But then again, if she doesn't tell him, and he finds out another way, he's sure to be upset, isn't he? He's always been the one that she'd confided in. Well, with everything except surrounding Finn. It's as though she thinks not talking about her feelings will somehow make them invisible, not real, because lo – liking Finn Hudson isn't exactly the easiest thing to do.

Rachel frowns, at a loss of what to do, while Blaine's intense glower isn't exactly helping. "I - I… I left something of mine at the club, and I only just remembered!"

Though he doesn't look like he particularly believes her, he gives in rather easily, "okay, okay. We'll go."

She bursts into a smile, hurrying to get her coat tightly wrapped around her, before she practically drags Blaine from the house. It's at freezing temperatures in the city today, a thin layer of snow lining the streets, while a few flakes hover in the air. It's a few days after Christmas, and many people's houses have bright trees shown off by the large windows.

Blaine rubs his hands together as they walk, trying to maintain warmth within them, while hers are insulated with some white gloves. She sticks to his side, the two making the usual way toward the club, each second that passes making her heart beat faster and faster.

But when they finally get there, Finn's nowhere to be found. It's not exactly like he'd be good at blending in either, seeing as he towers over pretty much everyone. Rachel tries to hide her disappointment, but they came all this way and he's not even there. He must be with family, she rationalizes, for the holiday season. Strangely, it's hard to imagine Finn with family, friends – he's such a secluded person, one who never mentioned anything outside of boxing. The only time she'd ever heard anything about a relationship he had was with Amie, and that'd taken a lot of persuasion on her part.

While Blaine is looking for her cardigan, which she told him she'd left somewhere around the club, she asks Will where Finn is. The man eyes her with slightly annoyance, before saying that he's at his apartment.

"And where's that?" she asks instantly, probably being a little more forward than she should be. She's just so close to seeing Finn again, but at the same time he's far away, too. And it's frustrating to be in such a situation.

Will frowns at her, his confusion as to why she wants to know evident. "Today's his day off. He won't want anyone gettin' in the way."

She frowns, "this is extremely important!" She almost stomps her foot, childishly so, after she speaks, determined to not give up the fight and find Finn. Thankfully, she doesn't, and keeps a calm tone to her voice as she maybe lies a little and tells Will that it's a "matter of life and death", along with a batch of fake tears to top it all off. After the tears come, he quickly gives her an address (and the name of the store that he lives right above), and Rachel wipes the tears away, before going to find Blaine.

He's easily spotted in the distance, crouched down to the floor as he searches for her cardigan – she almost feels bad, for having made him look for something that she knows isn't there, but that's all forgotten as she grabs hold of his hand and pulls him away. "Rachel, what are you doing?" he demands to know as his arm as almost dragged from the socket with strength that he didn't know his sister possessed. When she heads toward the door, his confusion grows and he asks again, "Rachel!"

"We're going to see Finn!" she calls back at him simply, still insistent on dragging him the whole way. Will vaguely gave her directions, so she knows where to go; it's just a matter of doing it before her nerves get the better of her and she goes home. But no, she needs to see Finn. She can't bear this anymore, this feeling of not knowing what is going on between them.

"What?" She hears Blaine say, digging his feet into the ground which ultimately pulls them both to a sharp halt.

"Blaine," she whines, "we need to go."

He looks at her like she's crazy. "Why do we need to see Finn? I thought you wanted to come here to get your cardigan?" The guilty expression on her face must say it all, because he suddenly his mouth forms into a perfect 'o' and he nods. "I see. "

She shifts uncomfortably, biting her lip, "what?"

After a moment's hesitance, he steps closer to her with a sympathetic smile plastered to his face. "Rachel, it's really cute that you've got a little crush – it's only natural, too. But Finn is a lot older than you, and I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I don't think he's interested in that way." His hand reaches her back, patting it gently.

Rachel stares at him. He really has no idea. "He kissed me," she blurts out.

"Excuse me?"

"That's right!" she yells, "He came to our house and kissed me." She inwardly scoffs; so much for Finn not being interested in her that way. Blaine gapes at her, his shock suddenly shattering the moment and bringing her back to the moment, where she realizes that she'd just told her brother something that she probably shouldn't have. Her hands fly to her mouth, to stop spilling any further secrets, while the two engage in a deep stare.

"H-he kissed you?"

She nods.

Suddenly, he grabs her arm and starts dragging her in the direction that they were just going. Rachel quickly shrugs off his grip, hurrying behind me. "Where does he live?" Blaine barks out, his voice almost scary as he does so.

With Blaine's rush to get there now, their arrival takes no more than a few minutes. A long, narrow corridor leads up to the door, so narrow that she has trouble imagining how Finn even fits inside it with his broad build and height. Blaine moves up first, taking the stairs two at a time, while she's hot on his tail. She jumps back when Blaine immediately starts banging on the door, his jaw clenched. "Blaine, Blaine, stop!" Reaching out, she rests a hand on his arm, but that does nothing to stop his attack on the poor door.

"I heard you the first time!" they hear from the other side, and her breath halts at the presence of Finn once more. Mere seconds later the door is tugged wide open, and she breathes in the sight of him with a tiny, hidden smile.

She barely has time to see his reaction for a wild Blaine lunges for him. "You kissed my sister!" he says. Rachel tries to bring him back, since his arms are around Finn's neck, tightly may she add, but there's no use in trying to get him off. Finn, thankfully, has much more experience than Blaine in this field, and he manoeuvres the smaller man to the floor, twisting his arm behind his back and holding him still. To his credit, Blaine puts up a good fight, squirming in the relentless hold. "Let me go!"

"After you've just pulled that?" he cries out incredulously.

"Blaine!" she scolds when he tries to hit Finn once more. All anxieties about seeing him again had been thrown out of the window by Blaine's momentary distraction, but now they come back with a vengeance as the pair's eyes meet.

He quickly lets go of Blaine, who she grabs before he can do any further harm – he seems to have calmed down now anyway – and looks up to Finn. "What're you doing here?" he demands to know, running a hand over his worn face.

"I…" She slowly eyes Blaine, not exactly feeling comfortable having this discussion with him observing. "Can I please talk to Finn in private for a minute?"

His face hardens, annoyance clear. She drags him all this way, only to make him leave. "Fine," he mumbles, snatching his arm back from Finn, who looks a little worried that he's going to dive for him again, but he just heads for the door, sending a glare at Rachel before he steps outside.

She turns to Finn, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Rachel?" he asks again, softer, yet the irritation still to his voice.

Rather than look at his face, at that expression, she lets her eyes wander the apartment. It's small, and actually a lot tidier than she thought it'd be, but it's dark too, with only a couple of small windows to let the brightness enter. They move further, zoning in on the furniture this time, and her eyebrows rise in surprise at the Santa suit – alongside red and white hat – lain across the back of the couch.

He notices her direction of gaze, offering an explanation, "I worked in a couple of malls this Christmas. Extra money and stuff." He shrugs, before getting back to the matter at hand, "why're you – "

"You kissed me," she cuts across him, her eyes finally lifting up to stare into his. They stare back in surprise at her loud outburst, while her own become glazed with tears. "You… kissed me, and then you – you didn't come back."

She waits for a reply, for him to say anything, but he just stands there uselessly and stares at the floor, mouth slightly agape. And, the more time that passes, the angrier she becomes at his lack of response. Does he not have anything to say about it? He initiated the kiss, and now he's acting as though it means nothing, when, what she'd felt, it meant so much.

A pause. "Finn?" She looks down, whispering, "say something."

So he does.

"It was a mistake."

Her head snaps up, and she feels sick, as though someone had just kicked her gut, "w-what?"

Finn's whole body is tense, unwelcoming; all the while he shakes his head slowly. As he speaks, his shoulders rise in a careless shrug. "The kiss," he says, "it shouldn't have happened."

No, she thinks, no no no. This isn't right. He isn't supposed to say something like that, not when she knows different. "You're lying," she chokes out, trying to ignore the lump in her throat that most definitely brings along with it the tears.

He can barely bring himself to look her in the eyes, a pained expression forming on his features. Why, she doesn't know, but she doesn't like it.

"I mean it," he says lowly, "just forget about the kiss, Rachel."

Her heart plummets to her stomach.

"But… I don't want to…"

How can she forget that it happened? It was her first kiss. Not only that, but it was also amazing, thrilling, and she'd do anything to let it happen again, just to feel that dizzy rush once more.

"Just," he says, closing his eyes, "please."

"Finn," she tries desperately. She takes a step toward him, fingers managing to brush against his arm for a brief second, before he pulls away from her like the touch scorched his skin.

"Go!" he raises his voice harshly.

"I don't… -"

His eyes narrow, "leave, Rachel."

She drops her shoulders in defeat, her mouthing opening and closing in an attempt to fight his words, but the strength that she needs never comes, and she finds herself accepting it with a slow nod, swallowing the rising lump in her throat. He drags a hand through his hair, eyes swallowed up in sadness when their gazes cross over one another.

She breaks the silence by saying, "you have feelings for me, and you're just too scared to admit it."

"I… I don't." The words sound forced.

"Then why did you kiss me?"

He doesn't respond, his body stiffly turned from her.

"Fine," she barks out, "I guess… I'll leave. You won't – you won't ever hear from me again, but that's what you seem to want." She begs herself to hold the tears. If he's going to hide his emotions in front of her, then she can damn well do the same.

With her hand grasped around the cold door handle, she throws a final glance at Finn who remains the same. And then she's out of there, letting all her strength she has left crumble the minute she's away from him, pulling Blaine in for the tightest hug. Initially, he seems angry, but quickly adapts to be more comforting toward his sister.

He leads her out onto the street again, where she mumbles incoherent sentences to him. It takes a while to calm her down, but he does, and they end up sat on the bottom step leading to Finn's apartment, Rachel's head lay gently on his shoulder while she lets out the occasional whimper.

"I should go talk to him."

Her eyes widen, and she gasps out, "no, no, don't do that. Finn won't listen – he's stubborn, and – "

"And I'm not going to let him treat my sister like this," he finishes, "look, you wait here, okay? I'll be quick."

"You're not going to hit him again, are you?" she asks sceptically.

He shakes his head, expression pleading for her to allow him to do this. She doesn't understand his need to, but lets him go anyway. Besides, she isn't exactly unhappy with Finn being told what's what by Blaine, who is less likely to burst into tears, like her.

The only sound that can be heard is that of the cutlery hitting the plates, a sharp scraping sound that is usually covered up by conversation. Tonight, however, that is not the case. Rachel and Blaine sit across from one another, while their Papa is placed at the head of the table, where he occasionally looks up from his dinner at the two of them. She gently pushes the food around her plate, her chin resting on her balled up fist as she loses herself in thought. On the other side, Blaine looks equally sad as he slowly makes his way through dinner, though his expression is vacant, just like Rachel's.

For once, Michael Anderson seems to notice that there's something bothering his children but, as usual, he misses the point completely. "I know that you're worried about the wedding, Blaine." At this, his son blinks, eyes focusing in on him, as he listens. "It's not every day that you become someone's husband, but I fully expect you to take to the role." He pauses, "make Quinn into a good woman, keep her in line, like any man should do to his wife."

Blaine's shoulders slump, not exactly wanting to have this conversation. He's seen how men treat women – how his Father had treated his mother before her death, and that's not how he intends to do any of it. He looks over to Rachel, who's still stuck in her mind, and sighs. People's perception that men are greater than women is something that's always been lost on him, which irked his Father to no end. And to think that his sister is growing up in a world with such beliefs upsets him.

But to keep his Father quiet, he nods, "yes, sir."

"Russell brought that girl up well," he continues, "obedient, loyal, and silent." He nods, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cigarette. It's lit in an instant, light wisps of smoke rising above him, "she doesn't question anything – the mark of a good woman, I tell you." He looks pointedly at Rachel, though she's too oblivious to notice. Blaine does however, and his frown deepens.

She's never fit the mould of "good woman" in his Father's eyes. Rachel is loud, talkative, and her curiosity often leads to her breaking a rule or two. She can't help it, of course – it's just the way she is. But he wonders how long she can continue openly being herself. Soon enough it'll be her turn to marry, and no doubt their Father will try and force her into the perfect woman ideal; some little housewife to an arrogant rich man.

He nods again at his Father, stuffing another piece of carrot into his mouth and hoping that the conversation is over with. The older man takes a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out in a long stream.

"The house is almost ready," he continues, "Russell said that they're putting in the furniture soon."

"That's…" Blaine frowns, "good."

"It's a nice house. Big. Open." He says, "good for kids."

Blaine pulls a pained face, not wanting to think about… that with Quinn, especially not when he's trying to eat.

He drops his cutlery to the plate with a loud clatter. "I err, I've got lots of work to do."

"Of course," his Father nods, "just don't forget about what I've told you. It could come in useful in your marriage."

"I won't," Blaine responds quietly, a soft sadness to his voice.

"Blaine's acting weird," she finally says when she gets a chance alone with Kurt. She doesn't want to pry, per se, but if there's something wrong with her brother, then she wants to know, in order to help. And Kurt knows him the most, so it's only sensible to start with him.

"What do you mean weird?" he purses his lips in thought.

"He keeps leaving after work some nights," she explains, "and he refuses to tell me where he's going. And yesterday, he was on the phone to this woman – I don't know who she is, but after the phone call he got all private again and just went to his room, rather than do what he'd promised which was singing with me." She pouts.

Kurt chuckles at her, shaking his head, "I think you're letting your imagination get a little too wild, Rachel. He's probably just doing something for work."

"But," she pouts, "he's never put this much time into his job. He hates it."

Sighing, he wraps an arm around her. "He does – that's true, but I think with the wedding looming he's trying to be a better husband for," he pauses, a look of distaste on his face, "for Quinn, and their… future family."

She gazes sympathetically toward her friend. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned anything!" Rachel hates to see him sad, especially over something as big as this, but there's nothing that she can do; nothing that anyone can do.

"It's okay," he replies, a fake smile on his lips, "what will be will be."

To keep herself from saying anything further, she keeps her mouth closed and merely nods sadly at him, wrapping her fingers around his in a way of comforting him.

"Besides, "Kurt says, "it's not like I won't get to see him anymore, just less."

She drops her head in sadness, realizing she won't see him as much either.

Kurt smiles at her, "hey, we've gotta make the best out of these situations. Blaine's going to be fine and maybe he'll be happy, too. That's all that we can ask for."

It's her turn to frown now – she doesn't think that Blaine would ever be happy in that situation, in one without any love. It's something that he needs, craves, and a lack of such could lead to disaster.

He continues, "and without Finn's help we – " And then his eyes bulge as though he's realized his great mistake, "n-not Finn. I err, I meant Quinn – Quinn's help."

But it leaves her staring at him strangely, not believing his cover up for a second.

She's on the cusp of sleep when a soft knocking disrupts the silence, and she mumbles for the person to come in. The door opens, bringing with it a blinding light that causes her to squint her eyes closed for a second. When she opens them again, Blaine stands before her, the expression on his face causing her to sit up in bed, worry seeping into her body. "Blaine? Are you okay?"

His eyes lift to hers, the unmistakable sight of tears in his gaze, but Rachel keeps quiet, wanting to listen to him rather than make any abrupt judgements. She pats the spot beside her on the bed, glad when he joins her, though it's clear that there's something wrong. He doesn't even need to speak; his body language says it all. Rachel wraps her fingers around his shoulder softly, all thoughts of sleep now gone as she wants nothing more than to find out what's wrong with her brother.

He offers a tiny smile, his own hand curling over hers on his shoulder. "I'm going to miss you," he says.

Rachel's forehead creases, "what do you mean?"

His expression drops, the smile going with it, and his grip grows stronger, "I-I'm getting married, and I'm not going to see you as much."

She shakes her head, "it won't change that much Blaine." She looks at him like he's silly – he's overreacting, trying to find more negatives about the wedding. While she isn't exactly happy that it's Quinn who's going to become her new sister in law tomorrow, she has to put on a smile for Blaine, and her Papa, too. "You're only going to be living a few streets away," she tells him, "and you can come visit me, or I'll visit you. Nothing will change."

That's a lie, she knows – a lot of things will change, and she's not sure whether she wants that. It'll just be weird with him not there all the time; in the mornings when she wakes up, or once he comes home from work. For the most part, it'll be just her and her Papa, and it's not like he talks to her that much, since he is so engrossed in work that he just doesn't have the time for her, nor is he ever interested in what she has to say. So having Blaine gone will make things even lonelier in her large household. Rachel sighs, now beginning to feel exactly the same as Blaine. She'd been trying not to think about it much, but now he's here and she just can't forget it. He's leaving tomorrow. Her big brother is getting married and leaving.

Her gaze rises to his, finding him looking as though he wants to speak, though being unable to do so. And now the sadness begins to seep in. Blaine seems to notice that it's finally hit her, holding out his arms for her to fall into, which she does without further instruction, head resting against his chest. She feels said chest move out as he lets out a sigh. "It's not going to be the same, is it?" she mumbles.

"No," Blaine agrees, "it's not." He gives out a hollow laugh, "we won't be able to wake each other up on our birthdays anymore."

Rachel pouts, "then it won't feel right. You'll still come and visit me, right?"

There's a long moment where Blaine doesn't say anything, his mind elsewhere, and she tilts her head to look up at him, saying, "Blaine?"

He blinks, "of course I'll come and see you." His voice is wobbly, emotional, and she feels her heart ache. Blaine's rests his chin on her head, "I really will miss you." He squeezes his eyes shut, "so, so much. You really are the best sister, you know?"

"Hmm, I know," she grins, feeling his body move as he laughs along with her. "And you're the best brother."

The sentiment makes his smile grow, in turn eyes watering, and he gently kisses her hairline. They stay like that for a long time, just sitting and soaking up the company of one another. His hand holds onto hers with a vice like grip, as though he never wants to let go. Rachel's head is a heavy weight on his shoulder, and he peers down to notice that she's practically asleep. He chuckles and moves to go, but she makes a noise of protest and nuzzles her head against his shoulder.

Another ten minutes later and she's fully gone, a soft snore escaping her lips.

He then moves, quietly slipping out of the bed while simultaneously tugging her cover back over her, all of this while their hands are still practically glued together. Just as he's holding on tightly, so is she.

Leaning down, he kisses at the back of her hand, too, before gazing at Rachel with a sad smile.

And he let's go.

By the time morning rolls around, Rachel slowly comes from her dream land, slightly confused when she realizes Blaine is no longer with her. There've been times when he's accidentally stayed in her room through the night, but that's not the case today. She wonders when he'd left, and if he'd been okay, seeing as he was acting strange throughout the whole talk.

Sitting up in bed, she wipes the sleep from her eyes, letting the serenity of the morning wash over her. That is until she hears something that sounds like a scream from downstairs. Curiously, she tiptoes to her door, opening it just enough to hear what's going on.

The booming voice of her Papa calling Blaine's name is the first thing she hears, and then more cries. What's happening?

After putting on her dressing gown, she hastily follows the sound of the voices, the distress becoming more evident the nearer she is. They're outside Blaine's bedroom, banging on the door. By that, she means her Papa, Quinn and Mr Fabray, but a few of the serving staff are lingering too, their own curiosity bringing them here. Quinn has tear streaks down her usually pretty face, but today it's twisted with anger and upset.

Her Papa hits the door again. "Blaine! Open this door right now!" His face is practically red with rage (and she suspects embarrassment)

But what is Blaine doing? Has he locked himself inside his room so that he doesn't have to get married? Because that's not exactly a fool proof plan…

Eventually, they have to barge the door open, and then she notices. Everything is gone. His clothes are gone, the closet doors hanging open as if the taunt the fact, his shelves are empty of memories and pictures, nor is Blaine in the room anymore. He's gone, too.

She can hear her Papa screaming out his frustration, and she can see Quinn – who stares, white as a ghost, at the scene before her, but at the same time there are millions of questions running through her mind. Where is he? Why didn't he tell her? And how did he even manage to pull this off without arousing suspicions? Papa knows all the same people that Blaine does; surely one of them would have told. Well, he knows everyone… except Finn.

And then Kurt's words come flooding back into her head. His accidental slip up.

He'd mentioned Finn.

Who else could it be?

Without saying anything, she rushes out of the room and back to her own, where she throws on whatever clothes she can find, not at all caring about her dishevelled look, before she's out of the house and on her way to find Finn.

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