*Authors Note*: Hola! Here is chapter 4! Blaine and Rachel are at Blaine's house oo la la. No smut this chapter but it'll come soon enough, this gives a little bit more backstory to Blaine and even Rachel and its kind of angsty. Also angry!blaine ;) Read Review Enjoy!

Chapter 4

"Stupid, you're so stupid, don't go, don't do it." Rachel muttered to herself as she got dressed. She had better stuff to do on a Friday night instead of going to do a stupid project with someone who made her blood boil.

Are you sure you can't go out tonight?- Finn.

Yes, my dad's say I go out to much and could use a night home for once.- Rachel

Rachel looked at the phone, feeling a little guilty about lying, but she knew how Finn was. If he knew she was going over to Blaine's he would try to stop her and get insanely jealous. She didn't want to go to the leather-jacket-wearing-curly-haired-idiots house but she had no choice. It was either miss out on this one evening with her boyfriend and get the whole project done or attempt to avoid Anderson then be shit out of luck when the project was due.

Saying goodbye, Rachel closed her phone and shoved it in her jean pockets. She liked to wear her cheerio's uniform or anything related to it anywhere she could, but from the little she knew of Blaine Anderson told her that a skirt might not be a good idea. Instead she wore denim jeans and a loose top that cinched at her waist.

Satisfied with her outfit, Rachel grabbed her keys and made her way down the stairs into the front living room of her house. "Dad! Papa!" She called, hoping to hear one of them respond. There was only silence. Sighing, Rachel forced herself to roll her eyes. She didn't know where they were; probably working, but Rachel told herself not to care. Instead she walked away from the empty house and slid inside her car.

She punched Blaine's address into her GPS. Literally punched, she pressed the buttons harder than they had to be, bitter that her dads weren't home. She could be out getting drunk or high. She could be going to a boy's house and having sex.

Rachel cringed as she pulled out of her driveway. No that's not where she was going. Yes she was going to Blaine's but not for that. As long as she kept it in her mind not to give into the boy nothing bad would happen. Blaine was a classic bad boy like Noah, but she knew he wouldn't dare try something if she refused. He could go to jail for rape if he did.

Rachel pulled up to the house that her GPS had guided her too. At least, she thought it was a house. She had driven to the section of town between Lima and Lima Heights and Blaine's house was one of the older, smaller ones. It looked more of a garage to her. It was one story and had a swinging screen door. It looked about two times the size of her car in length. Rachel didn't think much of it; it was like a poorer version of Santana's mom's house that was just a few miles west in Lima Heights.

Looking at her clock, Rachel smiled. It was just a little after eight. She was half an hour late but she didn't care. She wanted to make him wait and wonder where she was. Arriving now gave her a good hour to get everything done before he went to Lindsay's Pool House or whatever that place was called like he said he did every night.

Grabbing her backpack, Rachel exited her car and made sure to lock it. She walked up to the front door and determinedly knocked against it. "Come in," Said a familiar voice though the muffled door. Rolling her eyes, Rachel turned the door knob and stepped inside.

She found herself in a vast room that looked to be pretty much the entire house besides a door off to the side that she assumed was the bathroom. Three mattresses were in the left corner of the room, one piled on top of another with a sheet and some blankets. To the right looked like what was supposed to be a kitchen. There was a mini fridge with a microwave sitting on top of it and sink slightly to the side.

"Like what you see?" Blaine asked, walking over to her.

"How can you live in such a mess?" Rachel asked, attempting not to scrunch her nose. "And you just say 'come in'. I could've been anyone."

"Well the only people who stop by are girls who end up in my bed, and who am I to deny them entrance?" He asked, stepping closer.

Rachel stepped around him, dropping her bag on the ground. "Don't even think about it Anderson. I'm here for one thing and one thing only and that is to get this project done so I don't have to see your face anymore than I have to."

"Do you want something to drink?" She heard Blaine ask as she settled on the carpet to pull out her textbook and materials. "Sure," Rachel looked up when she felt Blaine standing over and saw that he was holding out a can of beer.

"No thanks." She waved it off as Blaine took the spot next to her.

"You asked for it so take it."

"No. I have to drive home and I don't want to get distracted."

"Well in that case you have to take it, and then you can just end up spending the night," He said suggestively.

"If this is your way of trying to get me to sleep with you, you're failing." Rachel said calmly, opening her textbook to one of the poems assigned in there packet.

"What you don't drink either?"

"Not usually." Rachel lied. Blaine didn't push it any further surprisingly but left the can within her reach in case she changed her mind.

~~beat~~

They had been working on the project for nearly an hour and the can of beer Blaine had offered to Rachel was still empty. He mentally shrugged, figuring it was worth a shot. His own was still empty as well. They hadn't said much to each other and usually that was okay with Blaine but then again if he and a girl weren't talking they were doing something else. Rachel barely looked at him all night, she was just furiously writing stuff done asking his opinion on one or two things before she realized that 'I don't care' wasn't the answer she was looking for.

Moving closer to her, Blaine looked over her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" She snapped, inching a way.

"Will you relax? I was just going to tell you that in stanza three, line two, you got a metaphor confused for a simile." He pointed out before backing away slightly, but still being closer to her than he had been before.

"Wha-" Rachel looked down at her paper before erasing furiously. "How the hell did I miss that? How the hell did you catch that?"

"I do speak English you know, Berry,"

"Whatever," She mumbled, and Blaine could tell she was smacking herself upside the head mentally for letting him correct her. He looked at her, spread out on the carpet on her stomach and his mind couldn't help but imagine her in the same position but on her bed and either letting her take it in the mouth or the ass.

"I like you a lot better in your Cheerio's uniform," He said. Sure the jeans she was wearing hugged her hips but they didn't show off her ass as well as the skirt did.

"Exactly why I didn't wear it," She said.

"Well I would actually prefer you without clothes," Blaine said, teasing the edge of her shirt letting his finger graze the skin beneath it. "But you obviously don't want that." He heard the brunette gasp at contact and he grinned. "Or maybe you do?" Blaine slid his entire hand under her shirt, bringing it along her hip to her back, gently rubbing the warm skin.

"Stop it," She said, pushing his hand away. "What if you're parents were to walk in on you feeling me up?"

"Luckily I don't have to worry about that," He said softly, brushing her comment off. "And touching your hip isn't feeling you up, this is." His hand traveled back under her shirt this time up her side, inching towards her bra strap.

"Blaine," Rachel said softly, dwelling in his touch. "Don't."

"Stop? I can do that," Blaine grew closer to her and letting his fingers graze the underwire of her bra and the skin just underneath. "You're so sexy Rachel, especially when you say my name." Blaine sat up, never removing his hand, just gently teasing her as he hovered over her. "Say it again." He whispered in her ear, before bringing his lips to her neck.

That's what snapped Rachel out of it. Blaine felt her resist and knowing it was coming he rolled off of her with ease, avoiding the shove she was planning to plant on him.

"You don't have any boundaries do you?" She snapped, pulling her shirt down and tightly to her.

"You were into it," He said calmly, lying on the carpet. "You know you wanted it Berry."

"Obviously, I want you so much, Anderson, that's exactly why I pushed you away." She said sarcastically.

"I just think you have some morals, it's much, Anderson, that's exactly why I pushed you away." She said sarcastically.

"I just think you have some morals, it's that gigantic oaf isn't it?" He asked. "You'd feel too guilty if you cheated on him. There's a simple solution to that though, just break up with him. Then there's nothing to feel guilty about."

"What? Then you think you can just lure me to your bed, get off and kick me out?"

"That's exactly what I plan to do. Whether you're single when that happens or not is up to you."

"You're insufferable." Rachel scoffed. "Don't you have somewhere to be anyways?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "No? Why would I be anywhere else when I have you here alone in my house?"

"I thought you went to that pool house at nine?"

"You remembered."

"Yes, because then I know I can leave right about now."

"No, I'm not going tonight. Besides we're not nearly done-"

"With what? Going at it right here on your floor?"

Blaine chuckled. "I was going to say with the project but if that's where you're mind is at the moment, I'm sure I can keep it there."

"Nope, stop, just stay there," Rachel said, sitting up to put a little bit more distance between the two of them. "Why aren't you going to the pool hall?"

Blaine sighed and rubbed his forehead. "It's really none of your business now is it?" He said sharply. He wasn't really about to tell her why he wasn't going. One reason was because he wanted to try and get her to give into him but the stranger from the bar the other night was still haunting him. He seemed so familiar but Blaine couldn't place him. All he knew was that the stranger was no good, the only thing he could think of was that the stranger was from juvie but there was no way anyone that he was in jail with could've found him. He made sure to cover his tracks and most of them had died after being let out.

"You don't live with your parents do you?" Rachel asked, breaking him from his thoughts.

"That's none of your business either," He growled, suddenly annoyed at how she was prying.

"You sure do butt into others people's business a lot, especially mine," Rachel retorted. "Why should it be a double standard?"

"Have you seen me, Berry? People don't usually talk back to me or challenge me."

"I think you're full of it." Rachel said crossing her arms. "This bad-boy-I-want-to-sleep-with-every-girl-I-see act is exactly that, an act."

Blaine threw his hand back and laughed. "What do you think this is Berry? A fucking 80's movie where the bad boy is hiding from issues and some girl can heal him and he'll become lovey-dovey all of a sudden?" As he said that, Blaine mentally hit himself; that was exactly how it was. Well the hiding part at least. That's what started this entire façade but that was back when he was 14. He'd overcome those issues a long time ago but the jacket and the piercing were something he gained while working through them and he hadn't been able to go back to the person he used to be before everything. If he did he'd only be setting himself up for hurt again.

"No, but I do think that you have some issues," Rachel said. "Family issues and maybe if-"

Blaine cut her off. "I'll tell you thing Berry. Don't ever talk to me like you know me. It's only been a few days since we've met so who are you to tell me I have family issues? You don't know anything!"

Rachel was shocked at his outburst, before she narrowed her own eyes. "You don't have to snap at me! I'm only saying it as I see it-"

"As you see it?" Blaine clenched his teeth. "What do you see, huh? Just because you see a shitty house with nearly nothing inside you assume I'm living on my own? That I don't have parents? You're wrong there. The only thing you would be right about is looking at me, just me, and how fucking dangerous I look and how maybe you should get it into your head that you shouldn't pry into my life because by the looks of it it's not nearly as bright and dandy as yours is."

Rachel just stared at him, speechless as he stood and looked down at her.

"Get out." He said.

Rachel didn't object, she quickly gathered her things and shoved them into her backpack. Standing she waited for Blaine to say something else, but his eyes were dark and she knew that if she were to stick around any longer he might get even angrier. He followed her as she made her way to the front door, ready to close it behind her.

Before Rachel left though, she turned around to look at him. "You don't know anything about my life, Blaine. Maybe you shouldn't assume either." She locked eyes with him, her sad ones bearing into his angry ones before she walked out and left.

Blaine slammed the door behind her, not bothering with a lock since he had none and walked away from it. He did everything in his power not to pick up one of the beer cans that were still on the floor and hurl it into the wall. Instead he calmed himself by walking over to the fridge and pulling out a microwavable dinner for one. One not three, because there was one thing Rachel Berry was right about. He had no family.