Oh Rachel! Writing this makes me wish that the Glee writers would get over only giving Rachel Finchel storylines, and let her be independent and happy. I'm hating on Finn this season… Can you tell? He's been a total jerk to everyone, and Rachel deserves better. That's got nothing to do with this chapter :P Just putting it out there! :P

Thank you for all your lovely comments. Honestly, I'm becoming addicted to turning on my computer and checking emails to see what you all think, now! Thanks for keeping me motivated! I really love the idea of a Blaine and Rachel friendship the more I write this… Makes me sad that it'll probably never happen and they'll do the usual of Rachel wanting solo's and Blaine hating her for it :(

Rachel got bunk beds! LOL! Miss you, though :( XX

Blaine had hidden under his doona to text Kurt. He was very aware of keeping Rachel awake, but it felt weird not to be able to at least call Kurt and at least hear his voice as he fell asleep. He had become so used to having Kurt snuggled into the crook of his neck as they drifted off. Hearing Kurt mutter things like, "I said Versace! Do I have to do everything? Uncultured swine!" in his sleep, had annoyed Blaine at first, but now he missed Kurt's voice, his smell, his warmth, his body pressed up against…

No! He could NOT be having thoughts like that with Rachel in the room. It was just creepy.

Blaine's phone flashed at him. It was on silent so it wouldn't wake Rachel.

That explains her message from about three minutes ago telling me you were sleeping under her tonight! I was worried she was trying to seduce you again!

Blaine laughed softly.

"Rachel did you try to imply to my boyfriend that you got me into bed?" he called to her.

She stifled a giggle, "What? Why would you think that?" Blaine could practically hear her smirking in the dark.

"Because he just told me you did," Blaine laughed at her.

"Jeez, can't a girl have any fun anymore?" she mock-pouted.

Blaine's phone flashed again and it showed up a message from Kurt.

My pillow smells like you and its making me sad :(

Blaine's breath hitched in his throat a bit, and he suddenly found it really hard to swallow. He'd already had his cry for tonight, and he really didn't want Rachel to see him cry again.

After she had pointed out the envelope he had shoved in a drawer and tried to pretend it was nothing. But Rachel was too smart for that.

"What is it, Blaine?"

"I don't know, okay!" Blaine had been struggling to keep from crying, "I never opened it."

Rachel had looked at him.

"It's from your mum?" she asked, sitting over the edge of her bed and reaching down to run her hands through Blaine's hair, sadly.

Blaine had nodded, and tears were running down his face before he could stop them. He loved his mum. But she had never been strong enough to stand up to his dad. She had never cared enough about him to risk him getting mad at her. And now, it sounded like she had left his father, but she hadn't waited around for Blaine. She hadn't kept him from hurting him. And she hadn't even tried to ring him since it had happened.

That letter terrified Blaine. Maybe she was apologising and asking his forgiveness. Maybe she wanted him to go to her, wherever she was. Or maybe she wanted to tell him it was all his fault that this had happened. Blaine didn't know which option scared him more. He wasn't ready to hear whatever she wanted to say.

Rachel slid down from the bunk, wrapping her arms around Blaine as she did. It was a strange action, because to an outsider, it could have been romantic or sexy, but Blaine knew Rachel just really wanted to hold him right then, and he let her, feeling safe in her arms as her fingers twisted in his hair.

"My mum left me a tape," she said quietly, "and I didn't think I was ready to listen to it. I was so scared of what might be on that tape, Blaine. But when I was ready, and I listened to it, it was something I really needed to hear at that point in my life. I think your mum's letter will be like that for you too. Don't open it until you're ready. But don't just shove it in the drawer and try to forget her either," Rachel let go of him, and went to get the letter out, placing it next to Blaine's framed picture of Kurt on the dresser.

Then she had returned to give him a cuddle, and they had watched TV and eaten leftovers for dinner with her dads, when they came home.

Blaine sighed at Kurt's message. He wished his pillow smelt like Kurt. As it was, he had a pillow tucked alongside him in the space Kurt's torso usually filled, and he was hugging it to him desperately, almost unconscious of his actions.

"You can ring Kurt you know," Rachel said softly, "I don't mind, I can sleep through anything. Just no phone sex!" she added quickly, and Blaine felt himself blush in the dark.

"I might. Just to say goodnight. Thanks Rachel," Blaine said sincerely grateful.

He ducked under the covers to try to muffle his voice and held his phone to his ear.

"What are you wearing?" he asked in a mock-sexy voice as soon as Kurt picked up the phone, and Rachel shrieked and threw a pillow at him. Blaine laughed, and Kurt could hear Rachel singing loudly and he could picture her with her fingers stuck in her ears.

"Hey," Kurt tried to smile, "Sounds like you're having a good time?" Kurt looked around the room. It seemed so empty, and even though he'd been getting frustrated at Blaine leaving his shirt's lying around, he would much rather have had a messy, shirtless Blaine in his room, than a sodden pile of tissues, The Notebook, and a pillow that smelt like his boyfriend.

"Yeah, bunk beds are actually kind of fun," Blaine smiled, using his feet to kick Rachel in the back from underneath her mattress. He didn't want to break down on the phone, and with Rachel listening in, so keeping it light was his only option. Kurt's voice sounded amazing, though. It was like they had been apart for weeks rather than a couple of hours.

"Coffee in the morning?" Kurt asked quietly, and Blaine realised how sad he actually sounded.

"How about I come over to your place and you can give me a lift to school?" Blaine suggested. Hopefully seeing Kurt at home might make the transition that he didn't live there now, a little easier. "If you're lucky we might even find a nice playground to have breakfast at!" Blaine tried to keep his voice as impassive as possible. He knew Kurt would understand his words, but he didn't want Rachel understanding. This sharing a room thing was driving him nutty already. Not to mention, he never got an answer about what Kurt was wearing!

"Hmm," Kurt moaned quietly into the phone, "I thought you said that was the worst idea I ever had? Someone's changed his tune!"

"Right now I would trade just about anything for another one of your bad ideas, Kurt," Blaine tried to whisper, his voice getting huskier as he tried to keep quiet.

"This is sounding like something I shouldn't be hearing, boys!" Rachel sang from above him.

"Oh, shut up, you heard me jerking him off not two nights ago, I think your constitution can handle it, Rachel!" Blaine replied, as Rachel and Kurt both gasped with embarrassment, "Did I tell you she got me a bedspread with spiders on it, Kurt?"

Kurt laughed genuinely. That was so Rachel Berry. He was happy Blaine and Rachel were getting along so well. In fact if anything he felt jealous, which was completely stupid. He was so used to having Blaine all to himself that learning to share him was becoming a challenge, but Kurt knew how good it was for Blaine to have a friend right now. Rachel could be bossy and obnoxious and overbearing and controlling and sarcastic and spoiled, but she was also the most genuinely caring person Kurt knew. She didn't care if she was someone's favourite person, she just wanted to help them, and although she never really had many friends, she always tried her best to be a good one. Come to think of it, Kurt hadn't heard Rachel this happy in a long time.

"You should bring Rachel," Kurt had suggested before the thought had had time to germinate.

"Errr…" Blaine sounded confused, "No offence, but I really don't think that I want her there," he mumbled softly. Kurt laughed.

"Well, maybe next time," Kurt said quietly, "Don't give her too hard a time, okay? She needs a few friends herself, our Rachel," Kurt smiled.

"I love you," Kurt continued softly, "And I wish you were here, but I'm glad you're there. See you in the morning, okay, Baby?"

Blaine tried not to cry.

He would not cry.

He would not.

"I love you too," he whispered and hung up the phone.

He tried so hard not to let out a sniffle he felt like he might give himself an aneurism.

Then, eventually, Rachel said, "Blaine? Do you want me to sleep in your bed tonight?" very hesitantly, like she wasn't sure on the policy here.

"Yes, please," he tried not to sniffle. Rachel climbed down the ladder in her monkey pyjamas, and bed socks, and climbed in with him. She wrapped her arms around him and made comforting 'shush'-ing noises when he let out his tears.

"Everything's gonna be okay, honey," she said quietly, "You're safe now."