"I wasn't expecting this when you mentioned dinner" she let out a breathy little giggle, settling against the door until her hips were almost in line with his, her fingers toying with one of the buttons on his shirt. "I wasn't either, but I'm not exactly complaining" he whispered in her ear; taking the shell between his teeth before dipping lower to kiss the delicate, tanned skin on her neck.
"I don't understand how we waited this long" she breathed into his own ear as he pressed further into her. "You aren't referring just to the dinner, right?" he answered not waiting for any kind of response. His hands tightened around her waist and he found himself hovering just above her, stumbling until her knees reached the bed and they fell in the passion of the moment.
The only noises in the room were the soft sighs escaping both of their mouths. Her hands exploring his chest underneath his black shirt; his, traveling her silky thighs as she straddled his hips, the friction of their bodies making almost impossible not to feel the increase of the temperature.
"Blaine, you have no idea how much I've been waiting for this to happen" she said as her lips caressed that sweet spot on his neck. She was melting in his hands, trying to make him feel the same way, wishing the night would never end.
And then, Rachel jerked out of sleep, violently falling off of her bed in a heap of blanket. She looked around, disoriented for a minute; her dream had seemed so…real. But suddenly that dream, or the awful pain she felt, the one caused by her head hitting her bedside table didn't matter anymore because there was a beautiful sunny day outside the window, which meant she went past the whole night, or worst, which meant she missed the dinner.
How has this happened? The last thing she remembered was her, shaking with anxiety, trying on every single dress in her closet, deciding on the pink one Shelby had given her in her birthday. She was so nervous that she decided to relax a little in her bed; well, looking in retrospect that was a very bad idea. What was she gonna do now? What would she say to him?
She started by changing clothes. The outfit was no longer necessary. To be honest, she just wanted time to figure things out. So, instead of doing just that, she decided to take a shower, a cold one because the dream has done its damage. Beside this way she would have even more time to think.
She came to the conclusion that the more time she waited to talk to him, everything would be worse, her nerves, her anxiety, her guilt. She went to his room and knocked his door, she regretted instantly as she heard his voice, a mix of irritation and disappointment lingering in it. He obviously knew it was her.
She took a deep breath and entered his room. He was lying on his bed reading some choose-your-own-destiny book; she could guess she wasn't interrupting anything important. "I came to apologize about last night" she said weakly. He lifted his gaze of the book and stared at her without any word, so she decided to continue, ignoring how her hands were awfully sweating. "I really wanted to go out with you, I just fell asleep without knowing and I woke up today feeling totally embarrassed" she swallowed before carry on with her explanation, "I don't want you to think I did it on purpose" she finished looking at him with wide eyes.
"I was just trying to build a good relationship with you, and you stood me up, so yes, I would have preferred you to be frank and told me you weren't interested. That way I would've made other plans and I wouldn't have waited for you all night" he answered with an angry look in his face. Rachel tensed; she definitely wasn't expecting this to unravel this way. "Maybe you thought a dinner with me wasn't good enough for you, so instead of getting bored with me, you felt like skipping stones, and you went straight to bed" She couldn't believe this; she didn't know how to react. But certainly she didn't like the idea of him thinking that low of her, not only because of her huge crush on him, but also because they were gonna live together for God knows how long.
"No, that's not what happened" she said sitting on his bed not to close to Blaine but close enough to look at his beautiful hazel eyes. She made a decision, she was going to tell him the truth and face the consequences. "I was looking forward that dinner, it's just I was nervous about it so I decided to relax a little" she explained. "Nervous? Really? That's your excuse? You were nervous about a dinner?" he almost laughed at her.
Rachel took another deep breath, this ended up being more difficult that she had thought in the beginning. "I wasn't nervous about a dinner. I was nervous about a dinner with you" she said emphasizing the last word. That silenced him. She knew he didn't understand why was she agitated about that, and she didn't want to explain any further than that but she knew there was no turning back now.
Blaine was now sitting on his bed facing Rachel, looking straight into her eyes. The choose-your-own-destiny book was now long forgotten on his bedside table. "You are nothing like guys I know from Ohio, or even New York. You're smart, you can sing, you're sweet with Beth, and I'm not gonna lie, you're very handsome; and lately I've been feeling attracted to you. To be honest, since the first time we met. I thought I was handling it well but then you showed up saying you didn't want me to avoid you and inviting me to dinner and I started to freak out. So, relaxing on my bed seemed a good idea at the time. You know the rest of the story. I'm sorry for standing you up"