You'll all be happy to know I'm not dead! Real life is kicking my ass right now so I've been focused on other stuff. But thanks to the real life DWTS finale that happened this week, my muse was sparked to write the new chapter! Enjoy guys! I'll get 37 to you ASAP!

Rumbastyle

Rachel stood in front of one of the confessional cameras while she waited for Blaine to come to rehearsal. "Blaine once told me that the Rumba was his best dance, so I'm hoping that pays off this week." She turned her head as he walked inside and stopped just shy of being able to close the door.

"So, we have the Rumba and the Freestyle this week. Our Freestyle's irrelevant right now. You know, and I know, that we've been working on a Rumba for the last several weeks. But now we have a song. "Take My Breath Away" by Berlin." Rachel gasped, almost passing out. Top Gun's love theme. She loved it. "But as a reward for these last few weeks, we're gonna have a semi-fun day." She raised an eyebrow as he went on. "Hope you brought your bathing suit."

...

The sun was hot against her skin, lying in the sand, which was scorching against her back. It was relaxing in a way. Like a massage or something. Honestly she didn't care because it felt so good.

Looking at Blaine, who was lying beside her, she saw his eyes were closed, but knew he wasn't sleeping. "You're a miracle worker, you know that?"

He smirked. "Well you'd better enjoy today because the rest of this week it's crunch time."

"Did you give some thought about what I suggested?"

Blaine opened his eyes, squinting because of the sun, and turned to look at her. "I did. And I think we should. It's gonna give us something over Quinn and Sam. But I think it's only going to work for our Freestyle. For the Rumba we need to play by the rules."

She sat up and turned on her side. "Just one more week and it'll be all over."

"I don't want it to be."

"Yes you do, don't lie," she teased.

He cracked a smile and laughed. "Okay… maybe a little."

"Do you think we have more of an advantage since we've been rehearsing the Rumba much longer than 5 days?"

"Probably. Yes. Quinn and Sam got a 29 on their Rumba when they performed during her Rumba/Samba week. We have to make it a 30. And if we can get a perfect 60 and they can't, we have this competition in the bag."

"Pssh. Please, B, we had it in the bag ages ago." She winked at him and he laughed.

…

"Two, three, and one, two, three, turn. Perfect!"

"You think?"

Blaine pulled her back in. "I know."

She laughed. "We should keep going."

"Indeed. Start from the top." He gently pushed her in the direction she was supposed to be in at the beginning of the dance and watched as she quickly ran over. "5, 6, 7, and—"

They began the routine. Rumba was slow, sensual, and seductive on the woman's part. Blaine knew just how capable of that role Rachel was. She'd seduced him the day they met and she didn't even know it. Despite the hardships of this competition, and the shit they went through together, they were in this until the end. Blaine had big plans for the finale…win or lose he wanted to go out with a bang. He was confident they would win…just so long as he didn't get too distracted.

So far, it wasn't working.

Just the way she moved against him and the way her hands caressed his skin made him weak. Who gave a fuck if the cameras were around? They couldn't expose the relationship. It was against the code of the show. Unless Blaine and Rachel gave consent—which they wouldn't—nothing could happen as far as the documentary cameras were concerned. If it happened on live TV? Well, they were fucked either way. But right now, Blaine couldn't resist her. Halfway through the routine, Blaine lost focus and started kissing her neck from behind her.

"Blaine," she whispered, and seconds later she gasped lightly.

So much for our "no sex" rule, she thought and turned around, attacking him.

…

They were in the corner of the studio 45 minutes later, no clothes on, only covered up by the towels they used to wipe off with during breaks. It was gross, yeah, but it was all they had. The cameras were obligated to leave once they got into it, but they'd be back when Blaine said they could be back. For now, they needed this alone time. He held her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad we broke our promise," he said.

Rachel laughed, quietly. "Me too."

"Honestly, what were we thinking?"

She turned her head to look up at him. "I'm pretty sure you were on crack… or acid."

Blaine scoffed and laughed at the same time, looking fake offended. "Thanks!"

Rachel smiled cheekily and kissed his lips. "You're the most amazing guy I've ever met. And when this is all over… I want you to come back to New York with me."

He was stunned. But why wouldn't he be? "Really? You want me to come to New York with you?"

"I want you to live with me. And come see me in my next show. Maybe you could choreograph or something."

With a small grin, Blaine said, "I'd like that. Just so long as… well… I know Lyla's gonna wake up. I'm the only one who believes she will. And that hurts, because with everybody else losing faith, it's hard for me to be the only one who still believes."

Rachel turned completely in his arms and said, "Look at me. She's gonna wake up. I promise. Okay? Lyla's a fighter. Just like you. You've been through so much together that I know it'd going to happen when you all least expect it. Just keep having faith in her, and she'll come home to you guys soon enough. Even if it takes her years to recover, one day she'll be the dancing partner you've always competed with."

Blaine kissed her lips. "Thank you, baby. I love you. And it's nice to know I have someone else who believes."

"I got you back, babe."

"And I've got yours."