How many times had Rachel had the words 'dance with me' fall from Blaine's mouth, his hand reaching out to pull her onto whatever platform they were near, whether it was her kitchen at 3am or across a bridge in Central Park or in a stuffy hotel ballroom at Mike and Tina's wedding. She always said yes, always let him pull her in close, closing her eyes as she reveled in the way his body felt against hers even momentarily, how his hands fell perfectly to her waist as they moved in time to the song playing quietly throughout the room.
She could feel his breath on her neck as he twirled them around, cutting through where Kurt and his current boyfriend were dancing not even half as intimately as Rachel was with Blaine, the words Michael Bublé was crooning away on the speaker system being sung quietly in her ear by the voice she'd prefer sing all the songs to her.
It wasn't the first time that a song had struck a chord deep inside her, the one that wondered what it would be like if she took a chance with Blaine, pushed aside her past and his own and leapt into an unknown territory with him, and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. But as the words 'you were the one romance I've always known in my mind' were sung quietly to her, she wondered if there was any depth to what he was singing, if he believed in the words as much as she did.
It wasn't until they pulled back, slightly, his hands still loose around her waist as she looked up at him that she knew-whatever it was that she felt, tried to keep hidden so far away, were the same that he felt, the same that he had been trying to ignore. They could have had a huge moment, full of declarations and promises, romance and the kind of story people would try and work into future novels and movies, but as she leaned over to place a small kiss on the corner of his mouth, she simply whispered "I love you," feeling his smile grow beneath her lips as he whispered the same back.