Chapter 15

Rachel's POV

I thought that when I got married, things would be different. Things would feel different. But they don't. I mean sure, I have Blaine's last name, but he doesn't treat me the same. He got promoted in Webber Productions as head financial officer there and he was adamant about taking me with him. Plus I was pregnant with twins, and trying to audition for different things. I was mostly working on my audition piece for 'Funny Girl'. I figured I could use a break, so I went to Starbucks. I opened the door and looked up and Santana was coming out. I looked at her and she looked miserable. I put my hand on her arm and smiled briefly at her.

"Hello Santana."

"Hello Rachel."

She said, her eyes widening. I don't think she realized how pregnant I was. She looked down at me and gasped. She looked down at the ground and sighed softly. I closed the door to Starbucks and looked at her. There was a bench that was sitting in front of the coffee shop, and I looked at her again.

"Will you sit with me?"

I asked her. She looked surprised that I asked her to sit with me. But I was content in my life, and I couldn't be mad at her for cheating on me with Finn or whatever. I knew what was happening, and I was happy. I sat there and she sat down with me.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to get a cup of coffee. What are you doing here?"

"Escaping Blaine. Things aren't the same since we got married."

"I hadn't heard that you'd taken the plunge. Congratulations. You seem a little bit depressed though."

Santana knew my mood perfectly. I was depressed. I put my hands instinctively on my belly and sighed. She looked at me and her eyes widened. I knew that she hadn't figured out, but she knew now.

"I am. I mean, I'm pregnant. I'm married to a man who hasn't looked at me in a sexual manner since he got promoted, and I haven't had sex in…going on a month now. So, yeah, I'm depressed."

Santana pulled Rachel into a hug. She looked like she could use one. Rachel sighed and looked at her. Santana looked miserable too, and Rachel wondered how Finn was behaving.

"Meghan's a beautiful little girl."

"Thank you. Finn's doing a beautiful job raising her. I can't do it right now. I'm too unstable."

"You're not unstable, just misguided. You're lost. You need help. Knowing you for as long as I have, Santana. I know your pride is hurt. I know you can't ask for help."

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, but I ignored it. Santana looked at me and suddenly started crying. I pulled her into a hug and let her cry for a little bit. She sniffled a little bit, and then looked up at me.

"I thought coming to New York was going to be easier. I thought that being in a different city, in a different state would make my life easier. I'm a beautiful woman. I'm smart, I'm funny. And then I ruined your relationship with Finn."

"Technically I ruined my relationship with Finn. But I knew I had to try with Blaine. Blaine is everything I've ever wanted in my life. He's smart, he's kind, he's trusting. He's in love with me, which is what I don't deserve."

"You deserve every good thing you get. The bar that I work at, it's a high end bar. A lot of producers and directors come in. The producer and choreographer of Funny Girl…they can't stop praising you. You're amazing, Rachel. You know what you want, and you go after it."

Santana was right. She knew me so much better than I knew myself. She knew just what I needed to hear. I had an amazing life, and I was happy in it. I had an amazing husband, I am having two beautiful babies, and I had an awesome job. It dawned on me that Santana needed something in her life. My phone vibrated again and I glanced at it. It was Blaine. I'd missed two calls from him in fifteen minutes, and he'd call again in another two minutes if I didn't pick up.

"Okay, so I know we're not exactly the best of friends, but I want to change that. I want to make your situation better. I want to get you out of the bar. I'm sure you make awesome money in tips, but you need stability for Meghan's sake. Why don't you come work for me?"

I watched Santana's eyes light up. She'd been needing someone to have faith in her. I wanted to be that person for her. I wanted to be the one light in her life that made her happy. She sat up, now that the sobbing had succeeded. I felt my phone vibrate again and I let it go one more time.

"What exactly do you do?"

"Well, when I'm not rehearsing, I'm Blaine's assistant. He's mostly the money guy. So I make tons of phone calls, get lunch for him and I, things like that. I've got to start dedicating more time to rehearsals, and Blaine can't work alone. I've missed three calls from him in ten minutes. He's either pissed I left the office without telling him, or worried sick because I haven't answered. So what do you say? Would you like to try and make a better life for yourself?"

I watched as she sat up and looked at me. She wiped away tears and warmly hugged me. I was willing to give her a shot. And that was the one thing she needed. Was a shot. I handed her my business card and smiled warmly at her one more time. I needed to at least answer Blaine, before he sent the police after me for not answering my phone. I stood up, and so did she.

"I've got to call him back. I have to. I will call you tomorrow, and we will discuss it further. Please, let me have your number."

Santana wrote her number down, and handed it to me. I knew that I'd discuss it with Blaine, first before I did anything. I hugged her and she walked away. I was about to head inside the coffee shop when I saw a cab pull up. Blaine stepped out of the cab and he glared at me.

"Rachel Elisabeth Anderson…you didn't answer any of my phone calls! I was going crazy with worry!"

I sighed and shook my head. I was headed into Starbucks to get my tea. He would get mad at me for walking away, but I was going to get my tea first. He followed me into Starbucks and kept on yapping at me. I turned to look at him, and I kissed him warmly. He looked genuinely shocked and I grinned.

"I am fine. Besides, I told you I was going out with coffee. I understand that since Finn mugged me, you've been super protective of me. Thank you for that, from the bottom of my heart. But honey, please. You can't blow my phone up every five minutes because I didn't answer. I was speaking with Santana."

That looked like it surprised him. He knew that me and Santana didn't get along. He was intrigued. He ordered our order and then we found a table. He was going to either flip out, or accept the invite. And I knew if I didn't approach this situation delicately, he'd lose it.

"Santana? Santana Lopez? The one woman who singlehandedly ruined your relationship with Finn?"

"Uh honey, I think that was us, actually. But seriously, Santana is going through a rough time right now, and I offered her a position."

Blaine's eyes widened. That was not the expression I was expecting. I knew the whole routine. Any staff changes needed to be okayed by Andrew Lloyd Webber, and he'd tell me that. Blaine put his coffee cup down on the table, and grabbed my hands.

"You offered Santana a position? Without either Andrew or myself okaying it? Rachel, that is a huge no-no. And I don't think Santana would be a good fit for the company."

I sighed. I knew he was going to react that way. He was overreacting and that's when I knew what I had to do. I had to convince him that it was going to work. That Santana needed us, and I was prepared to do that.

"Santana's going through a rough time right now, Blaine. She truly is. She isn't raising Meghan, that's Finn's job. She's working like a million hours at the bar just to make ends meet. What would happen if that were me? You'd be fighting like hell to get me out of there. And I just want what's best for Meghan. And Santana doesn't deserve that."

He'd never seen me so passionate about this before. We were finally starting to act like husband and wife. I knew that Blaine loved me. That wasn't the issue. The issue was that I was insecure. He looked at me and took my hand and kissed it. I knew what he was going to say at that point, wasn't work related.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Not being a proper husband to you, lately. Work's been crazy, and I haven't spent any time with you. I feel like such an ass, because I've abandoned you while you're pregnant. I've scaled back some of my duties to be more attentive to you. You're what matters to me, Rachel. Not work. I remembered when we were in the old apartment, and I helped you with your audition piece. I miss that."

I couldn't be angry at him for that. I couldn't. He was too epicly amazing for me at that point to be mad at. I stood up and leaned down and kissed him. He kissed me back softer and pulled me into his lap and nuzzled my neck. I knew going into our relationship it was going to be difficult, because of the stigma placed on him. But I was willing to work at it.

"I miss us, too. We need more time for us, and I'm willing to take it. So, I propose a vacation."

"Same here. When?"

"The sooner the better. I want to go somewhere tropical, and somewhere warm. And somewhere with you."

Blaine moved me off of his lap, took his cell phone out and brought up Google on his iPhone. He typed something into the search box. He read a few minutes than typed a few other things. He showed me the screen and I squealed in delight. This was going to be like a real honeymoon for us. Destination: Jamaica. Effective in two days. It was going to be the most relaxing vacation for us. We had to take off of work. And that was definitely going to be easier said than done.