Oh, here is the chapter of truth! So sorry if it disappoints you guys, I was actually a little disappointed in it myself:$ Yes, this is about the gays, no, Finn is not in this chapter! I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and I'm sorry these chapters are ending up so short, I'm trying to write them as long as possible, but it's just, work and school are crazt right now and I'm not having that much time. So, enjoy! xoxo.

Chapter Six:

Gaytervention

Rachel fidgeted with the small note nervously, as the three of them stared at her in anticipation. She gnawed on her lip, glaring down at the printed number on the paper.

"The fuck you waiting for Berry? Call the boy," Puck interjected, handing her the home phone. Rachel hesitantly reached out, gripping it in her hands. Her eyes shifted from the number to the phone, as she dialed it slowly.

It began to ring lowly, and she held it to her ear, clutching it for dear life. Quinn smiled proudly at her, egging her to hold on.

"Hello?" Blaine's voice echoed throughout the receiver, and Rachel's eyes froze in shock at his musky tone. She pulled it away from her face, pressing down on the end button. "I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't – "

Puck's hand gripped her chin tightly, shaking her head repeatedly. Her hair flung across her face, blurring her vision. "You listen to me, Berry, we made this deal, and I really want to fuck your friend in private," Quinn smacked his back offensively, "so dial him again, and stay with it, got it?"

Rachel saluted herself, pressing her fingers to the tip of her forehead. "Yes, sir!"

"Good!" He tipped his nail against Rachel's head, nudging her playfully. She smiled widely at him and the others, looking down at the phone she held tightly in her hand.

"Don't worry," Kurt mumbled, noticing her tense frame, "we'll let you know what to say okay?" She nodded wildly, her body shaking with suspense. She hit the redial button, holding the phone closely to her ear.

Blaine picked up on the first ring. "Yellow?"

Kurt's eyes widened in shock, giggling at his greet. Rachel stifled, playing with the end of her hair loosely. "Uh, hey – "

"Sexy," Puck told her.

"Sexy," she finished. Puck gave her thumbs up, edging her to go on. "It's Rachel, Rachel Berry." Blaine sighed dreamily on the other side of the phone. "Oh hey Rachel, did you just call a couple minutes ago? I saw the same number on my caller ID earlier today."

"Uh . . ." She stared at her friends for tips. Quinn rubbed her lips together, tapping them gently. "Tell him you dropped the phone because you were just coming out of the shower!"

Rachel nodded, lowering her voice seductively. "Yeah, sorry about that I was just . . . in the shower, and I dropped it . . .on my way out?" She said the last part as if it were a question.

"Oh, that's cool, I love showers, they're so refreshing," Blaine chirped happily. Kurt tilted his head in shock, how obvious could it be . . .

"Y-yeah, so uhm, listen I was wondering, if – if you would like to come over? Like right now or something, we could pop in a movie, get to know each other a little better . . ." she spoke the last words tensely, her voice slurring hotly. Puck wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she rolled her eyes in response.

"Oh that sounds like fun! I've just bought 'Fame' would you like to watch that? It's about a group of mischiefs, taking the world of New York one dance number at a time! I hear it's super fun!"

Puck gagged clearly, and Quinn shook her head in disbelief, palm facing herself. "Yeah that sounds great, Blaine," Rachel mumbled confusedly, "just come now, I'll be here – "

"Probably naked," Quinn interjected. Rachel shook her head in disagreement, waving her best friend off. Blaine sighed happily on the other end, and she could almost hear his growing smile. "Alright, see ya Rachie!"

Her mouth hung open dryly, as the line went dead, the beep of the source ringing in her ears. She dropped the phone to her side, her eyes frozen in shock. Rachel stared at her friends in front of her, their expression masked in the same emotion.

"Alright," Rachel ushered, clapping her hands together. "He'll probably be here in five, so hide somewhere, and I'll prove to you he isn't gay." She smiled happily at her ambition, waving her hands towards them.

They all stared at her in disbelief. "Legit Berry? You can just say I won already, I'm pretty positive he's as gay as him." He jibbed Kurt in the chest, swaying him backwards. Kurt rubbed his chest affectingly, rolling his tongue at Puck.

"Okay, just because he's a musical gem doesn't mean he's gay alright? Now move! I don't want him to see you when he comes!" She pushed them back forcefully with her muscles, attempting to bring them to the nearest closet.

"I don't think Finn would like this."

Rachel looked at Quinn in question. "Of course he wouldn't," she said dryly, staring at her in confusion. "He's stubborn."

"Whatever, just try to have sex with him, and if he's not into it, then leave me and Quinn alone for a whole morning," Puck slithered, slipping an arm around Quinn's shoulder. He played with the collar of her shirt seductively, and she shuddered from his touch.

"Really Quinn? I don't want you to drip." She smirked sarcastically at her, turning to Kurt. "Alright, so what do I do? Bend and snap right?"

Kurt laughed aloud, smacking his knee in bass. "Bend and snap are when you want him to ask you out, what did you do with Sam?" he questioned. Rachel winced suddenly at the memory. "I don't know, I was just all over him, but that didn't exactly work out."

Quinn sighed heavily, chewing on her bottom lip in thought. "Okay, whatever, Rachel, just . . . try okay? Suggest . . . stuff."

Rachel gave her a look. "Wow Q, thanks for the advice," she exasperated, narrowing her eyes into slits. Quinn smiled sarcastically.

A sudden knock on the door echoed throughout the apartment, and Rachel bulked nervously. "Hey Rachel! It's Blaine."

Rachel whipped her head towards the others. "Go, hide!" she whispered lowly as she waved her hands at them, shoeing them away. "Uh, bye right there!" Puck wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully, patting her back before walking to the door. "Play clean," he told her before closing the door on the closet in the living room.

Their eyes peeked through the slits of the closet, and she saw them nod towards her, encouraging her to answer the door. She exhaled deeply, ruffling her hands through her hair, pushing up her breasts seductively.

Rachel tiptoed to the door, hesitating before flinging it open. Blaine smiled widely at her prescience, and she stepped away, allowing him to come in. "Hey baby," she slurred, leaning in for a tight hug. Blaine patted her shoulder comfortably, pulling back quickly.

"Hey, I brought the movie." He held up the movie box for 'Fame', beaming wildly as he pointed to the cover. "I love the songs, they're just so fun and inspirational!"

He kicked his shoes off, skipping happily into the living room. She froze temporarily as he slid past the closet, her breath stuck in her throat. Blaine turned towards her, arching an eyebrow. "You coming?"

"Uh, sorry, uhm." She looked towards the closet, staring hopelessly at the eyes peeking through it. "Be sexy," she saw Kurt mouth, nodding towards the brunette boy in front of the DVD player. Rachel exhaled deeply, swaying her hips as she walked towards him.

"I was thinking," she slithered, running a hand through his thick hair, "that maybe we could go over to the couch and" – she thought about what to say for a second – "and . . . experiment."

She heard a Kurt's low gag from the closet, and she rolled her eyes in response, trailing her fingers down Blaine's face. He cowered away slightly, leaning again the television as he popped in the DVD.

"Or maybe we could just watch the movie?" He looked up at her hopefully, smiling brightly. Her mouth hung open in shock as he pushed away from her, crawling towards the cushioned couch. He jumped onto it, perking up in his seat.

She followed him, sitting down beside him, her legs crossed over one another. Rachel looked over at him as the previews started began. She hesitantly ran a slender finger over his leg, raising goose bumps on her own body. He looked at her confusedly, arching a perfectly groomed eyebrow at her.

And that's when she attacked him.

Rachel threw herself across the couch, flinging her body onto his. She placed one leg at each side of his core, straddling him sexily. She pressed her mouth firmly against his, kissing roughly.

"R-Rachel," Blaine sputtered as her lips peppered his repeatedly. His hands moved to her legs, and she sighed into him as she felt them glaze over her skin. She frowned in disappointment when she realized he was trying to push her away.

She tore her lips away from his to press them into the crook of his neck. "Rach, what are you doing?" he gasped, wiping his mouth free from her taste.

"Just. Making it. A night. To remember," she spoke detached every time she pressed her lips against his flesh. Blaine placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back gently. Rachel grunted in displeasure as she pulled back, a pout hanging on her plump lips.

"Rachel stop, I don't want to do this," he confessed, drawing his hands back from her heated body. She shifted awkwardly on his lap, her eyes widening in shock as she noticed he didn't even grow an erection.

Oh God, maybe he is –

"So you are?" she asked, not really caring about how he answered it. He stared at her in confusion.

"I'm what? No, Rachel I'm – "

"GAY!" Kurt, Quinn and Puck burst from the door of the living room closet, causing Blaine to yelp in terror. He pushed Rachel from his lap and she fell hopelessly to the ground, her small dress riding up her body.

She looked up in surprise to find Blaine on the side of the room, holding his legs closely to his body as he rocked back and forth. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

Kurt ruffled his hair nicely, wiggling his eyebrows at him. "Name's Kurt Hummel, and I'm part of your team."

"And I'm Quinn, pleasure to meet you."

"Name's Puck . . . bitch."

Blaine stared in shock at the people in front of him, his eyes flickering from them, to Rachel who still lay on the ground. "Rachel . . . why the fuck were these people just hiding in your closet and why are they calling me gay?"

Before she had the chance to embarrass herself even more, Kurt thankfully spoke for her. "We've been suspicious of you Anderson, trying to figure out of who you played for before you broke our best friend's heart. So, we set you up, and . . . you failed . . . miserably, might I add."

Blaine shook his head in bewilderment, trying to wrap his head around what was going on in front of him. "W-wait what?" he questioned, straightening himself as he stood up. "So . . . you think I'm gay?"

"No. We know," Puck said proudly, nudging Quinn in the stomach. She slapped him defensively.

Rachel also stood up, brushing her dress from further wrinkles. "I'm sorry it had to be like this Blaine, but I had to guard my heart."

Blaine laughed sarcastically at her, and the four of them stared at her in shock. "Sorry? This is the best thing that's ever happened to me!" he exasperated. Quinn's mouth hung open in surprise. "So . . . you're not pissed?"

"Pissed? Hell no, I've been thinking of trying to come out for months! I'm sorry you Rachel, for playing my beard. I was just trying to keep my star like reputation." Rachel nodded in agreement, as Blaine turned towards Kurt.

"So you're gay?" he asked him, wiggling his eyebrows. Kurt beamed, grabbing his outstretched hand. "One hundred percent," he confirmed, as he led him into his own bedroom, closing the door behind them.

"So does this mean I win?" Puck commented. Quinn nudged him in the ribs.

Rachel groaned in defeat, staring after the disappearing couple. "Sure Puck, congratulations, you won the bet. I might as well be single for the rest of my life," Rachel confessed as she stalked out of the living room, her own bedroom door slamming shut.

"Rach wait!" Quinn attempted to run after her, but Puck gripped her wrist, forcefully pulling her back. Her protests were swallowed as he pressed his lips firmly against hers.

"No way baby," he whispered as he brought his lips to the crook of her neck, brushing her blonde hair behind her shoulder to suck gently. "We won that bet, and you know what we get."

Quinn pulled back, disbelief written clearly on her face. "So you want to have sex, in the same apartment as Kurt and Blaine, and Rachel, who's probably crying to herself because she doesn't have a boyfriend? When all of us do?"

He seemed quizzed at her equation, but simply nodded, pulling her mouth back to his. "Just for tonight, please," he murmured against her lips, "then we go back to babysitting her."

She pushed him back. "Puck, that's not fair . . . I'm worried about her."

"Aren't we all?" he agreed, stepping towards her. "That girls been through more heartbreak than the people of Maury. And that's why we need a little break from all this, and we'll take care of her tomorrow."

He picked her chin up, nudging his nose against hers. "Okay?"

She kissed him shortly. "Okay," she whispered, before pulling him into her room, closing the door behind them.

Aw, and there's some Quick and Klaine and some oh so very lonley Rachel to end the chapter! Next chapter might be some happy Finchel or sad Finchel . . . what do you think?

Here's some spoilers for next chapter -

- Someone new will be making an entrance in this chapter . . . and it won't be pretty!

- There will be some laughs . . . and some tears.

- Kurt and Blaine are mentioned in this chapter, that's all I can say.

And that's it for spoilers! You guys can guess what happens in the comments below! Please review, it honestly enlightens me and I hope you enjoyed this chapter:) Love ya and review, xoxo.

PS: HAVE YOU LISTENED TO RUMOUR HAS IT / SOMEONE LIKE YOU BY GLEE? ABSOLUTLY AMAZING, CHECK IT OUT WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE!