A/N So, here's chapter two. This chapter's pairing is... *drumroll* Anderberry! :D And they be badasses motherfuckers. :3 So, don't have a fit. Enjoy. And maybe I'll make a Klaine chapter. Maybe. ;D
"God dammit, Rachel!" shouted Blaine, huffing and pulling a fresh cigarette out of his jacket. "What?! You're being an asshole!" shouted the brunette, before pulling it right out of his cold hands. She lit it and put it into her own mouth. Blaine glared at her, and pulled out another one.
"Rachel, I was just flirting. Hell, you were flirting back! Fucking Jesus! I just want a day where we can go out and I won't get fucking yelled at!" shouted the curly haired boy. Rachel stared at him, completely silent. She regretted wearing her high-rise shorts that day, as the shitty May weather decided to be 56 degrees. She shivered and Blaine pulled her close, trying to warm her up.
On the green park bench, the couple cuddled, and kept careful of the warm cigarette still burning. Suddenly, Rachel started crying. She cried into Blaine's jacket for a good twenty minutes before looking up into the cloudy sky and shouting, "Why won't I fucking die!? God, take me now!" and shoved her face back into the comforting crook of Blaine's leather jacket.
This was a weird thing for Rachel to say, as she was an Atheist, who if had to pick a religion, she would probably say Satanist, just to freak the fuck out of whoever asked. These mood swings were perfectly normal for her, as she was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder three years earlier.
"Rachie, you're perfect. You shouldn't die," Blaine said, trying to comfort her. "No, you're lying!" she shouted, trying to push Blaine away. "No. I'm not. You are amazing in every way. You may not be society's douchy definition of perfect, but you're your own definition of perfect."Blaine stared sternly into her eyes, but Rachel could see all the love and softness showing through the cracks.
She started whining, then laughing. She was practically cackling, and the couple had many eyes on them. When she was just left with giggles when she started apologizing. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, just. I'm sorry. I just love you so much, and I was stupid to think otherwise. Blaine Warbler, I love you," said the brunette, hand in hand with the curly-haired boy.
Blaine leaned in for a kiss, and minutes later, the two were making out on the bench, the cigarette long taken out and forgotten.
A/N So, here it is. I don't necessarily like it, but it was just thrown out there so you guys would have a chapter two. So, yeah. So, review, favorite, follow, whatever. The faster you review, the faster I update, so, I would jump on that. ;) Laateer.***Sorry for the crappy update. April wayy too late fools! xD Mkay. Sorry for the accident. :P