Blaine turned the knob on a poster covered door and stepped in to what appeared to be his closet. Rachel leaned in for a closer look. He's got amazing taste in clothes! I see he hasn't gotten rid of his blazers yet. I wonder what he's going to come out with. Oh my gosh, I spilled pop all over his bed! What am I doing still sitting here like an idiot? Rachel thought to herself. She stood up quickly and ran into the bathroom that was connected to Blaine's bedroom. Blaine jumped and turned around. He grabbed the shirt he was been staring at off the hanger and ran to the bathroom.
"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked Rachel, looking at her up and down to make sure nothing was wrong. Rachel laughed, "Nothing's wrong, besides the fact that your bed is now all sticky and wet! Sorry about that." Blaine's eyes widened as he tried to hold back a laugh, but it came out anyway. It took Rachel a second to realize what he was laughing at, "I didn't mean it like that!" she said, playfully smacking his arm. "Sorry Rach, I can't help it. But it's fine, my bed's not that bad. You on the other hand…" Blaine handed Rachel the clothes he had picked for her. "You change and give me your old clothes after; I'll throw them in the wash."
I can't believe he laughed at that! It didn't even sound that dirty! Okay, let's see what he's given me to wear. This is nice, Warblers shirt. It says 2008 on it though…he's gone to Dalton since he was a freshman? I remember being a freshman. Ugh. Oh, these are nice pajama pants. Green flannel. Rachel shook her head and smiled. Enough thinking. She slipped off her damp clothes and pulled on Blaine's dry ones.
"Here, thank you for washing them." Rachel said gratefully as she handed Blaine a handful of sticky clothes. "And thanks for letting me borrow some of your clothes." "No problem." Blaine answered as he took the clothes from Rachel. "You can come with me to the laundry room if you want."
Rachel Barbra Berry. You just HAD to spill that diet coke on you didn't you? Then you just HAD to make that comment about my bed being wet and sticky. This is not how I wanted to think tonight. I just want to get to know you more.
Rachel jumped up and sat on the dryer. She watched as Blaine loaded the washing machine. Finn would've had a hell of a time doing that. He can barely work the microwave. "Alright, I think we're done here." Blaine said giving a smirk. He offered Rachel his hand and helped her down from the dryer. They walked back to Blaine's room together and sat on his bed, which was almost dry now.
Rachel bit her lip, "You've been going to Dalton since you were a freshman?" she asked. "What?" Blaine said. "The shirt you gave me, it says it's from 2008. I just assumed." Rachel said quickly, afraid she had said something wrong. "Oh. Yeah, I transferred there in the middle of freshman year." Blaine said looking down.
I totally forgot about the date on that shirt. I can't believe she noticed. What if she asks to know the story? She'll never want to talk to me again. Blaine's mind raced.
"Why did you transfer?" Rachel asked, "I mean, if you feel comfortable telling me." "No, no, I don't mind. Just promise me you won't judge." Blaine said. "I promise."
"When I was a freshman I went to a public school. It was a lot like McKinley only the people weren't as accepting, and that's saying a lot. I realized I was gay, or thought I was, at the end of eighth grade. I was at my friend Dylan's house for a kind of 'school's out' party. Everybody was playing spin the bottle. There were only a few girls there. It was my turn to spin the bottle first. I spun it and it landed on a very pretty girl who I was good friends with. Her name was Julia. So we kissed and it was nothing and we went back to playing. Everybody else took their turns. Nobody else had landed on me. When it was my turn again I spun the bottle. This time it landed on a guy named Mike. Everybody in our little group laughed and said we had to do it because those were the rules. So both of us made all of the people around us swear to never tell a soul. Then we kissed. It was really short because you know, we were both guys and neither of us really wanted to do it in the first place. But when it was over my mind was racing. I had liked it a hundred times better than I liked kissing Julia. It felt weird because I had never really been into girls like that. But I wasn't into guys either. I had just never given it much thought. So anyway, for the rest of that summer all of the people in that group teased me relentlessly. Mike had moved to a different state because his dad got a better job so it was just me left to deal with the harassment. By the time summer was halfway over I knew I wasn't straight. I started looking at guys the way I should've been looking at girls, wanting things from them. Dylan noticed too. He started teasing me even worse. When I had enough of it I went to Julia. She was the first person I came out to. She was so proud of me she kissed me. It didn't feel like anything. It felt like your mom kissing you. But Dylan had what I told Julia. When school started back up again he started rumors. At first nobody really believed them. But after he kept insisting people thought it might be a possibility. One day after gym class when we were in the locker room one of the boys accused me of 'looking' at him. Which I wasn't. it was all downhill from there. Every single person at that school tormented me, except Julia. Even the teachers. It became so overwhelming that I couldn't do it anymore. Eventually my dad agreed to move about an hour away so I could go to Dalton. I still talk to Julia though. She's truly my best friend."
Rachel was shocked. How could anybody do that to Blaine, he's so sweet! "Thank you, Blaine. Thank you for telling me that. I know that took a lot of courage." Blaine smiled and a tear escaped from his eye. Rachel scooted towards him on the bed and hugged him hard. She didn't let go until Blaine pulled away. "How was your freshman year?"