The entire evening was spent watching movies and singing along the little mermaid, the lion king, Cinderella, and by the time little red riding hood was walking through the woods to deliver grape juice, banana bread and cake to her ill grandmother, Rachel was fast asleep with her head on Blaine's lap and while one of his hands rested on her ribcage, the other ran through her long hair. He was absolutely captivated by her breathing
They had a great time together, she was funnier than he had thought she would be, and he already considered himself a fan of her beautiful and melodious voice; but her words kept spinning in his head all the time. He knew he should be thinking about calling Michelle and maybe he should talk about it, ask about what should he do in order to protect their relationship but his thoughts were all about Rachel. She had really confused him.
He didn't exactly remember how she ended up laying over him; everything about their moves this night seemed so natural, so meant to be. And he didn't know if he should be blaming her confession, their chat about feelings and staff but suddenly, she wasn't her soon-to-be stepsister anymore and his thoughts weren't set about friendship and siblinghood; she was this wonderful girl he wished he had known months ago. Before his father fell in love with Shelby, before he even met Michelle.
And he realized this wasn't good. He couldn't be thinking about this. He felt completely guilty about that wish, so he carefully lay her down on the couch and locked himself up in his bedroom. (It looked like he and Rachel have a lot of things in common). He didn't want to run away from her but his mind was not thinking straight at the moment. Maybe all he needed was sleep. End with this day.
He manage to leave early in the morning, went to the coffee place he usually frequented with Wes and David to study on finals time, New York was packed with Starbucks but, for some reason he was fond of this little café almost hidden a couple of blocks from Central Park. And luckily to his plan, the one of spending time out of his house, he ran into Sebastian who made fun of him and his situation most of the coffee date, and Blaine was once more asking himself how he put up with him, and why he still tell his friend about his problems. He was hopeless.
The next time he saw Rachel was the in the afternoon; when he arrived home she was animatedly chatting with some girl with a soft voice, Quinn, he heard Rachel called her. His mind was working on overdrive and he was mentally kicking himself for even wondering if he and her confession was a topic on their conversation. If she was her best friend she should have told her, right? "Oh my God this girl is really messing with my brain" he thought.
"Hello? Is someone in here?" Blaine asked out loud half expecting Beth to run towards him. She was a lovely kid, with her blonde curls and her cute little smile. He shared his Disney movies with her and she always invited him to her tea parties. It was a beautiful relationship. But she didn't come and he seriously started to wonder if she had a better social life than him being only 3 years old.
"There's some people in the kitchen" Rachel's cheerful voice said instead. He went out that morning to distance himself from her but she had some sort of pull over him; there was a little part of his mind that almost yelled at him saying he should run and hide again and look for comfort in Michelle, his girlfriend for God's sake! But something inside wanted to get in the kitchen and met her friend and talk about her feelings and listen to their childhood stories and find out if she had noticed his absence and missed him.
"Hey! Are you zoned out again?" Rachel said poking her head in the living room.
"Yeah, must be a contagious thing around here, don't you think?" he teased.
"You are not blaming me, right? That would not be very chivalrous of you" she retorted giggling. And was she flirting? He was really losing his mind.
He just smiled, following to the other room. She was gorgeous with her blue summer dress, his favorite until now, a big smile of her face and he didn't know where that thought came from but it was a true statement. He didn't understand himself. Only yesterday things were so different. He wouldn't think of his, once again, soon-to-be- stepsister like this. He was happy with his girlfriend, or wasn't he?
"Hi, I'm Quinn, it's very nice to finally meeting you, I've heard so many things about you" Rachel's friend said, and he could notice a small blush on the brunette's cheeks. So she had been talking about him after all and he shouldn't have felt that proud about that but, what the hell? She was a gorgeous girl and she was interested in him.
"Well, same here, I'm Blaine but it seems like you already know who I am" he answered smoothly with a smirk on his face. "So, what are two beautiful ladies like yours doing inside on a beautiful Saturday afternoon?" he asked and was quite pleased of the increasing of Rachel's blush.
"We were talking about a friend's party that we're planning to go" She said trying not to dwell too much on her cheeks' color. "You are totally invited if you want to come". He wasn't expecting that, a party with alcohol and Rachel. That wouldn't be good.
"I don't know, I don't want to intrude" he tried to excuse himself.
"You won't! And if you want to, you can invite Michelle too. I would love to meet her" she said with an almost too perfect, some would say practiced, smile on her face. Michelle, why did he keep forgetting about her? This wasn't looking convenient for him at all but he couldn't come out with any excuse. He was trapped.
"I guess I'll talk to her and I let you know" he said pretty unsure.
"Please Blaine, we need a guy to take care of us!" she pleaded with the flirty tone she used before, Quinn snorted beside her. "I know Shelby wouldn't be that concerned if you come with me"
"I'll do my best" he answered with a grin. He was absolutely lost when it came to Rachel Berry.