A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to update, I had lost the inspiration for this story but now it came strong. I love the characters and I love that you like my creation. Your reviews are what keep me going so, thank you really much! Now, enjoy! And tell me what do you think :)

He had to congratulate himself really, because people could not make a stupid thing to resolve stupid situations better than him. He had dug his own grave.

He should have changed the subject of the conversation, or convinced her to sing, that should have been something quite easy, or he could have simply let her be and go to somewhere else, but no, he had to offer her to dance. And now there she was grinding against him like there were no tomorrow.

They danced for quite a while, with Rachel taking advantage of the situation, running her hands up Blaine's chest and over his shoulders and him letting himself go and running his hands down her sides and to her waist pulling her closer. His thoughts were getting foggy, the heat, the sweating, and again the intoxicating perfume of hers. He was definitely losing his mind.

She, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. She thought this would be a lot harder. She was used to chasing boys around and begging for attention, but he was different.

He listened to her and talked to her, and not in a condescend manner, he understood her. He was perfect for her. Her task was making him see that, and she was nothing but a perfectionist.

She enjoyed the closeness, the touch, his innocent caresses, his hot breath in her ear, her oversensitive breast rubbing against his firm chest.

And what if her skirt was slowly ridding up? And what if her body was acting by itself without any ounce of her control? She could feel the effect she was causing on his body, his semi hard-on pressing on her right thigh. For once in her life she felt sexy and sensual and like she could reach her wishes. She was absolutely proud of herself in that moment.

She could see the darkening in Blaine's eyes, they reflected lust, desire and want and just for her. Just watching him was enticing.

She had to do it; she had to let herself be brave.

He wasn't going to do it, in a corner of his mind she was still the naive girl, the soon-to-be stepsister, and all that crap. She had already seen this outcome when talking with Quinn. She had to be the brave one, the one who took the control.

She moved her hands up his shoulders one more time, to the point that her arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling her face impossibly close to Blaine's. She took a deep breath and saw as his eyes flutter. This was her chance. She ended with the space between their bodies and kissed him with everything she had.

Her soft and sweet lips met his and he was a goner. He couldn't not respond to the kiss. His body was responding on its own, she reached up and caught his bottom lip lightly with her tongue and maybe was the shock about her taking control or just the reflex the action caused in his body but he opened his mouth and suddenly, from and innocent kiss they moved on to a whole make out session. They were tasting each other, holding each other with an incomparable passion, in the middle of someone living room, which was full of strangers.

He had never felt a force like this, a fire that went from way within him to the last centimeter of his skin. Her body fit perfectly in his arms and he had to run his hands through her hair. He knew she was shivering and that lone thought made him want to do every possible thing just to prolong the moment. Her hands went to grab his hair and he whimpered, his cock was painfully hard and it took all his strength to resist the urge of running his hands along her silky thighs. This never happened with Michelle, that was for sure.

Michelle.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god Michelle!

He ended the kiss abruptly. His was mind still dizzy, but his guilt was growing with every beat of his heart.

He had cheated. He had cheated on her girlfriend of six months with her soon-to-be stepsister. Way to go Blaine, always the overachiever.

Rachel was looking at him like he had gone completely crazy. But he couldn't look at her anymore. He wasn't able to think straight around her. He had to run away. Put as much distance as possible between him and her.

He had to find Quinn, find Quinn and drive them home and try again with the 'hide away' strategy.

He managed to accomplish the first part of the plan, producing as a result an unimaginably awkward ride home. But he had to know that Rachel was never able to stick to his plans.

As soon as they arrived home Quinn flew to Rachel's bedroom leaving them alone once again.

"What happened Blaine? We were having such a good time together at the party, Quinn will never forgive me if that guy didn't give her his phone number" she stated with that soft voice of hers. She was unbelievable!

"Rachel, are you serious? Please tell me that you're not" he said almost begging, his patience decreasing.

"Why? No. Are you saying that you weren't having fun? Were you miserable there Blaine?" she started to get annoyed by his expression. He seemed to be fuming. She knew that he had enjoyed the evening as much as she had.

He took a deep breath trying to calm himself, "No, I'm not saying that, but please Rach, try to understand that this wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to accompany my soon-to-be sister-"

"Step sister" she interrupted.

"I was supposed to accompany my very soon-to-be stepsister" he conceded, "and her friend to a party. Just that, no touching, no holding, no kissing and especially not cheating on my girlfriend"

All Rachel did was blink some tears quickly. "Come on Rach" he said his voice softening, his hands trying to grab her by her arms; she gave a step back, making herself out of reach. "We've already had this conversation, I told you I was in a relationship. I didn't lead you on"

"You know Blaine" she said between sobs "you're talking like it was all my fault, like you weren't capable of control your body, like I had somehow hypnotized you. It takes two to tango!" she yelled and storm off to her room slamming the door in the process.

"Long night indeed" Blaine murmured to himself before carefully going to his room.