Author's Note: My lovelies, thank you so so much from the bottom of my heart for all your kind reviews. Keep them coming, they keep me writing. I have many ideas for this story, so I hope you are as pumped as I am for this to move along. In this following chapter we follow Rachel home and finally get to know her brother Sam. We'll meet Blaine's friends in the next.

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Chapter Six

Heathrow airport was buzzing with life and sound and colors but to Rachel everything was gray. Suddenly she saw happy people everywhere, happily reunited, happily returning home, happily going on travels. She was green with envy for their joy. She hung around Blaine's custom's gate for a couple more minutes as if unable to move before she sniffed one last time, blew her nose into an old tissue and made her way back. She felt lost in the huge building, lost and alone.

While she wandered down to take the tube home to Islington, she wondered if Blaine had boarded yet, how he was feeling, what was going on in his head. It was no good though, her thoughts just kept turning around and around about how unfair everything was and it weighed her down. Also she had no way of knowing how Blaine felt. It wasn't like she knew him very well. A bitter scoffed up laugh escaped her.

Passing through the mall section, she plugged in her earphones and decidedly put on her happy playlist, determined to see the good things of the mess. He would text and they would talk like he promised and maybe she'd find closure then.

Maybe she would find that he wasn't that great at all when his physical pull on her couldn't work it's magic. Maybe she'd find him plain and uninteresting and everything would sort itself out. She was kidding herself but it worked a little.

By the time she reached Angel station, she felt almost okay and the desire to go back and get in a plane to New York had made way to the deep wish for taking a shower. Though she still caught herself repeatedly checking her phone. It was silly. He'd probably just taken off and he wouldn't text her from the air. She wouldn't hear from him for another eight or nine hours. If he'd keep his promise at all.

She rode the escalator, the longest in all of London, up to the surface, stepping out of the station into a bright spring day. It was sunny and pleasant, smelling like blooming trees and ice cream and it seemed like the world was rubbing it in her face. It was a beautiful day but Rachel couldn't appreciate it.

Crossing the street, she yawned deeply, after all she'd only gotten about four hours of sleep. She made her usual right behind the clothing store, walking down the street lined with town and apartment houses, almost all the way to the end of the road and let herself into the red-doored brick building, taking the stairs up slower than she normally would.

Her and Sam's place on the second floor smelled like it always did, like food, coffee and stuffy air. She always told him to crank the windows open more often but when he was working on a book, he didn't notice the world spinning on around him. There'd been days when she literally had to feed him, just so he would pause long enough to eat. As she hung her jacket by the door she could hear the keys of his laptop being tapped from the kitchen.

"And so she has returned from her anonymous adventure", Sam called over, surely having heard her key turn in the lock and narrating her life to tease her as he did so often, especially when he was writing, only thinking in novelist-lingo, "She tosses her purse onto the dresser and stretches her limbs, home sweet home. But something has changed, not the place though, no, she has. For you can't go back once you've done something you've never done before, something like sleeping with a stranger"

Rachel was in the kitchen when he finished his speech, just right to hit him on the shoulder with force and conviction.

"Shut up", she huffed and sank down on the chair next to him, setting her elbows on the table and putting her forehead onto her palms.

"It's not really that big of a deal, you know, we've all had one night stands at some point", Sam shrugged and abandoned his lap top to pour her a cup of coffee, setting it in front of her. It smelled deliciously tempting, almost enough to make Rachel look up.

"I just don't feel like talking about sex with you", she muttered angrily, "Is that such a hard concept for you to understand?"

"Wow, someone's in a good mood", he noted sarcastically, "Just drink your coffee, you're unbearable before your first cup"

"I already had one", she grumbled.

"Then what bug bit you?", Sam inquired, "You had sex last night, you should be buzzing and glowing or singing that annoying Lonely Island song but instead you're sulking like it's the end of the world. Oh wait, was he that bad?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Sam", she said with palpable annoyance and took a couple of large gulps from her cup just to keep her hands from strangling him.

"Oh my god, he was that bad", he seemed almost cheery at that, like when they were kids and Rachel got a gift for her birthday he was jealous of but then it didn't work.

"He was absolutely satisfactory, thank you very much", she snapped and rose to her feet, grabbing the cup and storming out of the room.

"Oh Rach, don't be like that", he called after her and she could hear the grin on his face.

"Go finish your book", she scoffed, flipping him off behind her back and he barked the kind of deeply amused laugh that pushed all her angry buttons.

As soon as she threw her door shut behind her, a synth-violin hip hop beat flooded the whole place and Akon sang about just having had sex. Rachel had to take some very deep breaths to stop the steam shooting out of her ears and nostrils.

"Shut UUUP!", she yelled on the spot and put her cup on the bedside table before letting herself crush down onto the mattress, burying her head in the pillow.

Just like that she was thirteen again and she hated her brother with a burning pressure. That asshole dick, seriously, why was she living with him? And there, everything had started out so great with him back in the days.

Little Rachel Barbra Berry was as unhappy as any three year old could be, tossing her Birthday Barbie across the room, yelling scratchily about how this wasn't what she wanted. She wanted a big brother not a stupid doll. Her fathers had to sit her down and tell her that it was harder for them to adopt a kid because they were two Daddies, a concept that hadn't made sense to her then and didn't make any now.

She had to wait another year until she got what she wanted. A little after her fourth birthday, the Berries visited the children's home Samuel Evans had lived in for three years and young Rachel finally met him on the playground while her Dads had another talk with the directors of the home.

The grass had just started sprinkling through the muddy soil and Rachel was happy to be wearing her dress again. She didn't like pants but her Daddies made her wear them in the winter because of the cold.

Now she skipped over the stones and was happy about the pretty colors and the nice fresh air that smelled like flowers and trees. The boy was sitting on one of the swings, looking at her a little funny. He had really blond hair and a really big mouth which made her giggle. Sometimes the kids in school said she had a frog mouth and he did too. He looked like her then, which was great. Like a real brother would.

"Are you Sam?", she asked him when she'd reached the swing set and he nodded, "I'm Rachel"

"Hi Rachel", he smiled a little. He was eight, her Daddies had said. To Rachel that was really, really old and she was a bit scared that he wouldn't like her.

"My Daddies say you can't come home with us today but we can play together if you want to", she informed him and slowly approached the spare swing. There weren't any other kids on the playground but them so she didn't feel bad for sitting down.

"They have to sign the papers first", Sam said, "Until then I can't come with you"

"Do you want to come with us though?", she asked him curiously, she needed to be really sure Sam did want to become her big brother.

"Yes", he said merely but he seemed a little sad.

"You don't have to be sad, I know most kids have a Mommy and a Daddy but having two Daddies isn't bad at all. They are really nice. And my Mom visits often", she promised.

"It's not that", he said slowly, "I just...I really want a family but the last time a couple came in they ended up leaving me here. I want it to work out this time. I want a family that wants me"

"We do", Rachel proclaimed, "I do, it was my idea you know, I wanted a big brother. I really want you to be my big brother Sami"

He smiled brightly at her then and Rachel smiled back. He had a nice smile, friendly and kind. He would be a great big brother, she was sure.

"Do you need a push?", he asked her, nodding his head at the swing and she bobbed up excitedly.

"Yes!", she exclaimed and Sam jumped off his swing to push her, higher and higher and Rachel laughed so much she almost forgot to go to the loo.

Finally, she would get what she'd wished for so dearly, a proper big brother.

Curse him, she thought eighteen years later as his baritone joined into the chorus of the sex song and she had a pretty good idea that he was dancing in front of her shut door, just enjoying the hell out of her discomfort.

She was just about to unload a triad of insults on him when Barbra Streisand mashed her voice with Akon and The Lonely Island and Rachel got her cell out of her jeans pocket. Answering it blindly.

"Yes?", she murmured into the phone, her voice muffled by the pillow.

"So you did it then? You had sex with him?", Tina asked her expectantly.

"What makes you think that?", Rachel piped, wondering if Sam already pitched the story to the 1 o'clock news.

"The song you're playing, I can hear it in the background", Tina replied, "Although I do find it a little tacky but hey, it's been a year right, you're good to celebrate"

Rachel growled, "I'm not playing it, Sam is. He's taunting me"

"So you didn't have sex?"

Rachel said nothing.

"Oh, you did, you so did", Tina quipped, "Tell me all about it, was he nice, did he treat you well, did you really want to? Was he respectful?"

Rachel sighed. And waited and then turned around in bed, "Hold on a second, CC – Fucking turn the fucking music down you animal, I'm trying to have a conversation here, do something productive and write your fucking book you vicious BEAST!"

Sam of course didn't turn off the music but at least he toned it down enough so the walls stopped shaking and Rachel could talk to her friend in peace.

"I did sleep with him", she confessed, quieter than necessary but she wanted to make absolutely sure Sam wouldn't hear, even if he tried listening in, "And he was cautious and respectful and attentive and it was..it was really amazing"

"But?", Tina asked promptly, "I sense a humongous but coming there"

"But...he's gone", Rachel breathed, "And I think I...I think I kinda have a crush on him"

"Well shit", was all Tina had to say to that apparently.

"Exactly", Rachel agreed, "What am I doing, Tina? I can't fall in love with him, he's an ocean away. But he's so beautiful, god, he's so...argh, you know. CC, he's got a V-cut"

Tina drew a sharp breath at the other end of the line.

"I know, I nearly died when I took off his shirt, a fucking V. What have you?"

"Well, he was pretty to look at even with a shirt on to begin with, Sugar is still mourning"

Rachel laughed, for the first time since she woke up that day, "She'll get the next American that hits on us"

"Rachel, yesterday's one didn't hit on us, he only hit on you"

"He did, didn't he?"

"You're one lucky scout"

"What am I going to do?", Rachel wallowed, "I think I love him"

"Take it slow, honey", Tina said, suddenly serious, "When you fall you always fall so quickly and in this case it probably isn't very wise with the ocean in between and all. Are you gonna talk to him again?"

"He says he's gonna text when he's back in New York and he made me promise that we'll skype"

"I'd say wait that out before you apply for a green card", Tina mocked slightly.

"I wasn't going to apply for a green card", Rachel poorly imitated Tina's voice – although her friend probably had just given her a very dangerous idea.

"Whatever you say", Tina cooed, blatantly bickering, "Okay I gotta go, I just wanted to check in and see if you were alive and well. Kurt wants me to remind you of your lunch date at 5"

"Like he can't text me himself", Rachel said but was really glad Tina had reminded her because she had completely forgotten about it. She did have proper reason to forget though, all things considered.

"You know how he is", Tina said, "Gotta run, don't take it too hard, Rach, love you"

"Love you too, CC", Rachel said and hung up and checked the clock.

One thirty pm. This left Rachel another two hours to sulk and one to shower and get ready.

Fair enough, she thought and turned back around, setting her alarm for three thirty, putting in earplugs and rolling onto her pillows again.

Rachel woke from an uneasy nap, two hours later, her alarm ringing angrily at her. Needless to say she was even more destroyed than before. She turned to her room, blinking tiredly over her yellow walls, lined with some postcards and posters of plays she'd been in, over her desk topped with a computer and a stack of papers from college, to her girly dresser and the shut windows.

Her purple drapes were open, letting in the soft spring sunshine. It all looked neat and beautiful, just how she liked it but today this didn't help to cheer her up. Her room might be tidy and organised but just in one night her whole life seemed to have turned upside down. Stupid love. Stupid perfect Blaine.

At least Sam seemed to have rediscovered the sensible mature adult within him and went to write in his own room, leaving her shower and get ready in peace. He'd even chopped some fruit into a bowl of cereal with yogurt that waited on her desk for her when she got back, her hair dripping on the floor.

"Thanks, Sam", she muttered, not really so he could hear but to acknowledge it. He would know she was thankful anyway.

She finished the bowl before putting on moss green tights and a blue patterned summer dress with a peter pan collar and a little cute bow, added a red woolen cardigan and flats and dried her hair so it fell loosely around her shoulders.

She didn't put on much make up and went with her bag ready to give herself a once over in the full length-mirror in the corridor. She looked nice enough. She wanted Blaine to see her this way. This was the real her, not dressed up to act like a rock star, just plain Rachel who loved pretty dresses and wore flats. Would he like her this way too? Well, she wouldn't find out any time soon, she thought and shrugged with a heavy heart.

"I'm meeting Kurt now", she called out to Sam's closed door, "I'll be back in a bit"

"Have fun, sis", he called back just when Rachel left the apartment.

Kurt Hummel was by his own account a flaming homosexual and Rachel loved him for and, sometimes, in spite of that. He was a great guy, just at times even more of a diva than she was. He also held grudges and was easily offended. But she knew him long enough to know how to handle him and so she met him with a sincere smile in front of the new Mexican restaurant he wanted to try.

They hugged each other tightly and exchanged the usual greetings, before he nudged her inside. Their table was near the bar, much to Kurt's approval as the buff barkeeper absolutely fit his type.

Kurt liked sporty guys, rugby and football players and he'd already been with a surprising large percentage of those, considering most athletes were very adamant on being straight as a flag post.

Not that Kurt was sleeping around, but of the four boyfriends he'd had, three had been playing some sort of rough manly sport. His current partner, Dave, was a big burly guy who played Quarterback in an American Football Team in his free time and he had the kind of built that would scare people off in a dark alley but he was sweet as a pie if you got to know him. He really, really loved to knit and Rachel thought he was just fabulous.

"How's Dave?", she asked Kurt as they sat down and he stared a little too pointedly at the barkeeper.

"Great", Kurt grinned and turned his attention back to her, "Don't worry about him, I'm just working up an appetite"

Rachel laughed lightly and peaked down at her menu.

"So I hear you've been having sex?", Kurt inquired without hesitation or courtesy.

"Are you serious?", Rachel huffed, dropping the carte, "Might as well put it on Piccadilly Circus and let the whole city know"

"Tina just mentioned you going off with a sexy American and I'm curious", he shrugged, waving the waitress over.

"Well, his name is Blaine and he is great and we had a lovely night together, end of story", Rachel mumbled, swallowing as many syllables as possible.

"Your violent blushing looks more like there's a sequel to that story though", Kurt mused before ordering them two Mojito's.

"Why is everybody suddenly so interested in my love life?", Rachel whined and really honestly couldn't fathom it.

"Because since Finn you didn't really have much of one to be interested in", Kurt argued and she had to admit he was right, "So was he good?"

"He was amazing, we were amazing. It was...it was really great", Rachel answered after a while, her head clouding with memories again. She smiled softly, recalling his lips on her, his hands holding her, him moving inside of her.

"Happy to hear, I'll drink to that!", Kurt said, taking her back to the present and happily raised his drink.

His enthusiasm had her smiling beside herself, clinking their glasses together with a chuckle.

"Oh", Kurt said, cutting his sip short as he remembered something, "What about the ultimate test of character? Did he ask about or initiate talks and measures of protection?"

"No", she hushed and he made gulp-eyes in distaste, "But he didn't have to, I've told him about my sticklet"

"Rachel you gotta stop doing that", Kurt sighed exasperatingly.

"But people want to know about it"

"No, they don't. You just go around asking everybody to touch your little stickandit's weird, Rachel. You are molesting them, might even wanna call it sexual harassment"

"It's an excellent conversation starter", Rachel insisted.

"You have a tiny plastic stick implanted in your arm that makes you not bleed every month and while that must be awesome for you, believe me, for the last time, it's not something you want to go converse with people about"

"Blaine was very interested in it", she stated spitefully.

"Well, I would've been very interested too if I wanted in your pants. Him being all ears about it hardly proves your point"

"He's not like that", she was more serious now.

"Really?", Kurt raised his signature cynical eyebrow.

"Yes, really", Rachel affirmed, "He asked me so many times if I was really sure I almost wasn't sure anymore if he was sure"

"Sure about what?"

"Having sex"

"Oh"

"Yeah"

"Well, was he?"

"He was sure, firmly and thickly"

The two of them shared a little naughty look, enjoying the innuendo for a second before they both broke out in giggles. It was nice talking to Kurt about it. Somehow it all seemed less grave through his eyes. Easy and pleasurable and like there was nothing more to it all. She'd had fun, she'd made a friend and she was staying in contact. Simple as that. Easy as lemons.

There was nothing dramatic about a one night stand. Just casual sex. No need to be heartbroken, no need to wither with yearning because Blaine wasn't there. She'd still talk to him, so why the hassle?

She spent her dinner thinking lightly like that, joking and bickering with Kurt over vegetarian Burritos, believing firmly the worst was over and she didn't even miss Blaine as much anymore. Truly and honestly. She would be just fine.

But then, a little after eight her phone buzzed on her coffee table at home and immediately, her heart stopped and all the oxygen fled her system when she saw the ID. All the missing him was back, even wose than before, like a low blow to the stomach, punching the air out of her lungs, leaving her breathless. Her cheeks burning hot and her palms got so sweaty the phone nearly slipped right out of her hands.

Finally, after some fidgeting around with the silly thing, she managed to open the text. She started laughing, a cold and desperate, insane kind of laugh. There she thought she'd be fine.

Fine, what a joke, she would never be fine again without him.

8:23 PM, Blaine

Touched down. I miss you. Let's talk very soon. -B

Next Chapter will be up sometime tomorrow. Then we'll meet Quinn and Beth and learn a little about Blaine's life in New York.