"Did you tell him yet?" Blaine asked looking across the choir room at Finn. "No…I don't know how to exactly. I've been thinking about it though." Rachel answered, twirling her thumbs and looking down at the ground.
Is she embarrassed? I really hope she's not. Is she ashamed? Oh man, that would be even worse. What If she was just bored…no, she couldn't have been. She invited ME over. Then why isn't she telling Finn?
I really hope he's not mad…I want to tell Finn, I really do. We've been drifting apart lately…missing dates, not calling each other back, we barely even talk in school anymore. What was he talking to Noah about yesterday again…OH! How to get into Quinn- HOW TO GET INTO QUINN'S PANTS! I must've been distracted! Sure he did NOT mean for me to hear that!
"Rach! RACH!" Finn whispered, nudging Rachel's arm. "You pick out a song yet? How did last night with Blaine go?" Rachel blushed at the mention of his name. She didn't know what to say. "It went fine, and no, I didn't pick out a song yet." She whispered back, trying not to look him directly in the eyes. "Okay, cool. Are you okay? You don't seem so-" Finn started. "I'm fine, really." Rachel said before Finn could finish his sentence.
It seems like she's hiding something from me. It's kind of pissing me off. But I guess I can't be mad at her. I was at Quinn's last night with Puck… plus Blaine is gay right? I think he is anyway…
The bell rang and one by one members of the glee club filed out the door. Rachel witnessed Kurt give a hopeful look at Blaine, but he didn't seem to notice. "Hey, I was thinking. Maybe you'd like to come to my house tonight. Just to talk really. I like talking to you." Blaine mentioned as they walked out the door together. "That seems like a good idea. Finn didn't say anything about hanging out today, so I'm free." Rachel said, trying not to sound too giddy. "Will your parents be there?" "Yeah. Yeah, they will be but trust me, you won't even know they're there." Blaine said looking around. By this time the two had made it all the way to the front doors of the school. "See you later."
Rachel turned the key in the door until she heard a click and then pushed it open. She slid off her shoes and walked slowly upstairs and into her bedroom. What would she wear today?
I dressed up a little yesterday. I really shouldn't do the same thing today. He even said we would just talk this time. Maybe I'll wear sweats. Yeah, I think I'll do that and tie my hair up. It'll show him that I'm comfortable around him.
Rachel opened a dresser drawer that she rarely opened. It contained the clothes that she wore only if she was sick or wasn't going anywhere. Both of which did not happen often in Rachel Berry's life. She grabbed a pair of sweatpants that read WMHS along the sides. Kurt had given them to her after he quit the cheerios. She slipped them on and then focused on the top half of her body. A sweatshirt maybe? No. She thought. Instead she pulled a glee club tee shirt over her head. She walked into her bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror for a minute. She gathered her hair into a ponytail and tied it on top of her head. She fiddled around with her jewelry as she waited for the curling iron to heat up. When it did she twirled little bits of her ponytail around it and watched them fall into soft curls as she let them go.
Finally satisfied with her appearance she grabbed an old pair of sneakers out of the closet and walked downstairs and out the front door. Her dads had left their station wagon parked in the driveway so she decided to take it instead of walking five blocks. As she was driving her mind wandered.
I've never been to Blaine's house before…I've never met his parents either! Crap! What if they see me wearing this and get the wrong impression? Whatever, I can't change now. Oh, here I am.
The doorbell sounded as Rachel's small finger pushed the round button. "I'll get it!" a familiar voice shouted. Blaine opened the door and looked up and down at Rachel. She did the same to him. He was dressed in jeans like he had been last night, only this time he had a sweatshirt on and not all the gel had fallen out of his hair. "Come in." he said.
"Dad! Come here!" Blaine yelled as he opened a door leading to what seemed to be a basement. A tall, skinny man walked up the steps. He was covered in paint. He took a rag from his back pocket and wiped his face, paint smeared as he did so. "Dad, this is Rachel." "Nice to meet you!" the man said shaking her hand gently. "Sorry I'm such a mess. Just finishing up a project." "It's okay, it gives you character." Rachel said smiling, she turned to Blaine. "Okay, well. We're going to be in my room." Blaine said to his father. The man winked at Blaine. He smiled at Rachel before turning around to go back into the basement.
I like his dad. Nothing like either of mine. He seems so creative. He must be an artist! Oh wow! Very charming too, I see where Blaine gets it.
Before the two settled Blaine took Rachel on a tour of his house. Two bedrooms, a bathroom, a basement, and the kitchen. It was a small house, not what Rachel had expected, but it was cozy.
"It's not very big." Blaine said, opening is bedroom door. "Definitely not as big as your house. But it works." "I love it! I really do. It's very cozy." Rachel argued. She settled herself onto his bed and looked around.
His room is adorable! The posters everywhere! Let's see. Harry Potter, NASA, that looks like mars, Disney movies. There's a picture of all the warblers. I think it's signed too.
Rachel laughed as she fell backwards onto the pillows. Above her on the ceiling was a large, gold star. It looked as though it had been painted on. Around it were planets and a rocket ship. She smiled and bit her lip. "Dad painted it when I was little. I never had the heart to paint over it." Blaine said as he watched Rachel eye the mural on his ceiling. "It's adorable." Rachel said, sitting up. Blaine sat on his bed opposite to where Rachel was. He smiled and said "It's pretty embarrassing, isn't it?" "What is?" Rachel asked. "Everything in here, my house, all of it." He said. "I think it's cute. It definitely tells me more about you."
More about me. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? I knew I shouldn't have showed her my room. It makes me look like I'm seven years old.
"Hey, I'll be right back. I'm going to go get some food, alright? Want anything special?" Blaine said as he stood up. "No, thank you." Rachel replied.
She got up as the door shut. All around the room there were pictures taped to the wall with little notes scribbled under them. The one with all the warblers had the words 'Hey Soul Sister' written under it. Rachel remembered sectionals then went on. There was one a little yellow bird and Kurt. It had 'Blackbird' written under it. She came to a full stop at the next one. It was a picture of her. She was singing and wearing a blue dress, it must be from regionals. Under the picture the words 'How many time will it take for me to get it right?' were written
Rachel jumped at the sound of the door swinging open. Blaine walked in carrying a tray of food and drinks which consisted of popcorn, a bottle of water, and a can of pop. He set the tray down on the nightstand by his bed and then climbed back into the spot where he sat before. Rachel's feet moved fast as he hurried to the bed. On her way there she grabbed the remote control off of Blaine's dresser. She clicked on the small TV. In the corner of his room. There was a movie marathon on. Blaine smiled and handed Rachel the bowl of popcorn.
"What did you want to talk about?" Rachel asked, taking a handful of popcorn.
"Nothing in particular, just thought maybe we could get to know each other better." Blaine answered now handing her the can of pop he had brought.
Rachel pulled the tab on the top of the can to open in but it was stuck. She tried again, this time harder. She hadn't realized it but she had shaken the can while trying to open it. She gave the tab a last pull and it came off. The can sprayed pop all over her. She looked down at her clothes, which were now dripping with sticky pop. She let out a laugh and looked up to find Blaine smiling at her.
"You can borrow some of my clothes." Blaine said motioning towards his dresser. "I'll throw yours in the washer for now."