Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
"If we don't leave right now we're going to miss the beginning," Blaine calls exasperatedly back into the apartment. A glance at his watch tells him that they should have left ten minutes ago in order to make their eight o'clock movie. Sighing, he pushes off the wall and walks toward the living room in an attempt to light a fire under his wife's ass. "Seriously, Rachel, let's go!"
Rachel is rushing around their tiny living room, David in one arm and a pair of earrings she's been trying to put on for an hour in her other hand. "I know, baby. Just give me a minute."
"Really, Rachel, I've got everything under control," Leanne says, moving to take the baby away from her. She has been kind enough to offer to babysit David while Blaine and Rachel go out for the first time since David was born, but Rachel, it seems, is having trouble letting go. She quickly sidesteps the other woman but bumps into Blaine.
"Rachel, give me the baby," he says, holding out his hands. Rachel glares at him, but she doesn't fight him as he carefully extracts David from her grasp. Blaine places a kiss on his son's cheek before handing him to the babysitter. "Right, you've got our numbers and the one for the pediatrician, poison control, and all of the rest. Help yourself to anything in the fridge. We'll be back in a couple of hours."
Before she can reclaim her child Blaine grabs Rachel by both elbows and guides her to the door. She struggles against him, looking over his shoulder.
"There's pre-made bottles in the fridge, but if you run out for some reason there's formula in the top shelf. He won't need to eat for awhile, but when you put him to bed give him half a bottle. He might get a little fussy, but if you just bounce him a little bit that should help. Oh, and when he's in bed he likes to sleep with his stuffed dinosaur—the orange one, not the green one—"
"Thanks again, Leanne!" Blaine calls out as he opens the door and pushes his wife out into the hallway.
"This is nice, isn't it?" Blaine asks, looking up from the menu. He and Rachel are sitting in a nice restaurant, with low lighting and white linens. They don't usually spend the money—let alone have the money—to treat themselves like this. If it hadn't been so long since they have been out on their own without having to worry about diaper bags and formula bottles. It's just them, this time, and Blaine will be damned if Rachel doesn't enjoy herself.
Rachel glances up from her phone. "Hm? Oh yes, it's quite nice."
Blaine sighs and drops his menu. "Rachel, you're acting like you've never left him alone before."
She sighs, wringing her hands. "Yes, but it's always been with you, Blaine, never someone else. Not a stranger."
He chuckles, turning back to his menu. "Leanne isn't a stranger, Rach. You've known her for almost three years. She's one of your best friends."
Rachel crosses her arms, glancing down at the phone sitting by her plate. "Well, I still don't like leaving him."
"I can't believe this," Blaine sighs, shaking his head. "I'm trying to have a romantic dinner with my wife, and she's spending the entire evening thinking about another guy."
"Don't be ridiculous," Rachel says distractedly, still focused on her phone. Blaine reaches out, his palm face up. She looks up and smiles reaching out to take his hand. Before she can take his hand, however, Blaine moves his hand and snatches up her phone. "Blaine Anderson!"
"I'm sorry I've been so distracted tonight," Rachel says later that night as they walk back from the movie theater to their apartment. She tucks herself into Blaine's side, and his arm wraps automatically around her waist. Autumn is coming to the Big Apple, and already there is a bite to the air. "I'm still adjusting to being away from him, I suppose."
Blaine laughs, brushing his lips against her hair. "Don't worry about it, love. I get it, and I'm thrilled that you're so concerned. I'd be worried if you weren't. I just wanted you to come out and have a good time, Rachel. You deserve it."
She turns to him and wraps her arms around her husband's neck. She presses her lips against his, and the cool New York air disappears from around them. It's only the two of them on the sidewalk. Only the two of them that matter.
After a long while Rachel pulls away, smiling. "Thank you, Blaine Warbler."
Blaine smiles, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You're welcome, Mrs. Warbler."