Title: 3:14 Every Night

Rating: K/PG

prompt fill for PureReflection

Mysticari, I will try to think of a way to write a Christmas themed oneshot, but at the moment I'm not sure what that will be. However, a friend of mine aceftepicw wrote an incredible one called Extraordinary Merry Christmas. You should definitely check that out; everyone should.

AN: Sorry it's taken me so long to update this one. I've been hard at work on my other Blainchel story, And So We Run and with the hiatus on, there's not much to take inspiration from anyway. But with the potential spoilers for the Michael episode, I think there will be plenty of sparks to pick from.

In which Blaine forgets what time it is – set after 3.06 Mash-Off

The day the school election results were announced was exhausting and while Rachel wasn't one to stay up late – she didn't generally need to – she found herself diving under her covers almost as soon as she got home. She wouldn't really be missed, she was sure. She wasn't usually invited to the late night movie, or out-of-town shopping expeditions, and anyone who wanted to call her did before nine. Which was why her phone ringing shrilly in her ear past three in the morning was not only a startling annoyance, it was downright terrifying. She fumbled blindly across to her desk, picking up the handset and muttered a quiet, "hello?"

"Hey, sorry, did I wake you?" came Blaine's familiar voice and she considerably relaxed, relieved it wasn't one of her dads calling from a business trip with bad news.

"It's three o'clock, Blaine," she said gently.

"It is?" he asked and sounded genuinely surprised. The sound of rustling papers filled the phone line, followed by several soft thuds, as if he were throwing things around looking for a clock to read. "Crap, it is. I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was so late."

"It's okay, I was only sleeping," Rachel giggled. "It's not exactly productive."

"I haven't gone to bed yet," Blaine admitted.

"Why on earth not?" she trilled loudly and even though she knew her dads were gone again, she couldn't help but look towards the door as she whispered, "What could possibly be so important that you're still awake?"

"Nothing important exactly," Blaine laughed. "I just kept finding things to do and I guess the time got away from me; right now, I'm bored and I remembered I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?" Rachel asked, twirling the phone cord in her hands.

"I was really touched by what you did at the elections," Blaine said and a tiny smile flitted across her face as he spoke. "I know conceding was hard for you, but do you know how happy you made Kurt?"

"It didn't help," Rachel reminded him sadly. "He still lost."

"The election, yes" Blaine said. "But, he has you back."

If you disregarded the fact that Kurt had never really lost her and instead, he'd simply cut her off, then Blaine was right. She and Kurt, they were back and no matter how it happened, her heart felt lighter and fuller knowing that he was her friend again. She hated that she'd hurt him, even if she didn't agree with the reason for her anger. But real friends, true friends, they didn't need to always understand why the other was upset, they just needed to be there for them and that, she could admit, she hadn't done. It was a tragic mistake on her part, no matter what she'd tried to do to make up for it; in the end, she'd done the right thing by her friend and for Kurt, that was enough.

"Thanks Blaine" Rachel finally said after a few moments of silence. "I really missed him."

"I know," Blaine said kindly. "You told me. I'm just glad you two worked things out because I kind of miss hanging out with you and we didn't do that as much when you and Kurt were fighting."

"Well," Rachel laughed, "he is your boyfriend and has plenty more way to keep you occupied than I do."

"Oh, you always keep me very entertained Rachel," Blaine joked and she could picture the lazy grin stretching across his face as she laughed. They fell into their usual quick and quirky banter over the next several minutes, teasing and borderline-flirtatious. Eventually she pulled the phone into bed with her and crawled under the duvet, listening to Blaine's voice as he told old stories about his time at Dalton, occasionally making her laugh with a few anecdotes on Kurt, all of which she were sworn to secrecy over. Her eyes began to flutter against her will and she didn't even notice right away when Blaine has stopped speaking.

"Blaine?" she whispered after quite a few moments passed with neither of them making a sound. She was answered with only a soft grunt and a tired chuckle escaped her. "We should hang up now"

"We could just go to sleep like this," came his muffled response. "I'm suddenly too tired to even turn off my phone."

"You just want to stay on the phone all night?" Rachel asked.

"I like listening to you breathe," he murmured. Rachel blushed, though she wasn't sure why, as Blaine's own deep breaths filled the phone's receiver. She wondered if he could hear her heart beating the way she could hear it pounding in her ears. "Good night Rachel."

"Good night Blaine," she echoed, curling up on her side, the phone next to her as she drifted off to sleep. It was still off the cradle when she woke up the next morning, but there was no sound to be heard from the other end. She wore a slight frown as she readied herself for school, knowing it was ridiculous, that of course he had to hang up at some point. As he grabbed her purse as she headed out the door and her cell phone vibrated with a text message.

Good morning Rachel
-Blaine

AN: I like that Rachel seems to have a land line, so I just really wanted to use that for this instead of a cell phone, even though I assume she has one of those as well. Also, sorry this is so short and lacking in quality. I just really wanted to write something tonight, but I'm not sure how it turned out.

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