Authors note: SMUT! FINALLY! That's really all I have to say. Hope you enjoy, please read and review, I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this chapter.

Chapter 9

Rachel knew exactly what to anticipate when she was driving over to Blaine's house. She was still mad about Finn for breaking up with her and she wanted to hurt him, and this was possibly the only way she knew how. Rachel knew Blaine pissed Finn off more than anyone else and sleeping with him might knock some sense into him. If not well then, she'd have a little fun and hopefully Blaine would leave her alone.

She was nervous though, if this was really going to happen, and she knew it was by the way Blaine constantly acted around her, but still it had been two years since she'd done that and she was, well, scared.

However, what Blaine had said to her in the hallway, it had affected her a lot more than she had wished. The way he was so close to her, the hotness of his breath against her skin, she wanted to feel it all over. She'd been aching for him since he had left, unable to focus on her cheerleading routines because her thoughts kept drifting to him and how good it would feel to let him touch her.

Rachel squirmed in the seat of her car, turning into Blaine's driveway, and turned off the ignition. There was no backing out now, there's no doubt heard her car and to start it up again would make even more noise. She had to go through with it.

Everything will be fine Rachel, She told herself. If something happens you can stop it. Blaine might be an annoying asshole but he wouldn't dare do something like continue if you said no. Rachel reassured herself as she stepped out of the car. She knew her limits and she would stick to them.

Rachel didn't bother to knock on his door; it felt wrong, almost too formal when the events were inevitable. She opened the door and found him, digging into his mini fridge for something. "Hey," she said, closing the door behind her.

Blaine looked over his shoulder, grinning, and stood to show that he held two beers in his hand. "I knew you would come," He walked over and held out one of the bottle to him.

"No," She said shaking her head at the beverage. "If this is going to happen, it won't be on the same conditions as my time with Puck. I don't want to be have drunk and not know what's going on."

Blaine laughed as he set down both the drinks. "Wow, you're very official about this, loosen up. It's fun fucking someone who's so tight, not uptight."

"Then I'll leave," Rachel said, turning around. "Thanks for wasting my time." Her hand didn't even touch the doorknob before Blaine's hand grabbed her wrist. "You want me that bad?" She asked softly, looking up into his eyes.

"You want me more," He challenged. "We both want each other for different reasons." He smiled slightly at her confused expression. "Don't think I don't know why you showed up, Rachel. You want to get back at Finn, and I'm the only way you can."

"Yeah I'm using you, but you're using me to," Rachel knew this; it was almost impossible not to know. "But I don't want this to be like Puck. You hate being compared to him; anyone would, so why don't you show me how you're different from him." It wasn't supposed to be an invitation but Blaine took it as one anyway.

His lips caught hers quickly and all thoughts left her head. His tongue didn't hesitate to enter her mouth, dominating it. Rachel moaned into his mouth, unable to keep it back, the shock and erotica of the kiss becoming too much. Blaine's hands moved down to her hips, pulling them to his, slowly grinding into her. Rachel had to pull away from Blaine to gasp at the feeling of bulge of his pants pressed against her.

His lips moved to her ear, "Trust me when I tell you this won't be anything like you're first time," Blaine nipped at her earlobe for a moment, before walking her back toward the bed, and whispering. "You'll be so sober you'll feel everything that I do to you. You'll be so aware that you'll have to make an effort not to scream my name. I'll make you so wet before I fuck you so that it'll be good for both of us."

"Oh god," Rachel gasped, closing her eyes against his words, as she lay back on the bed.

Blaine crawled above her, and smirked. "Are you turned on by dirty talk Rachel?" He teased. "I think you are. I think I might be able to make you cum right now in your pants. I wouldn't even have to touch or undress you; I could do it just by talking to you."

"I thought you were a man of actions not words," Rachel countered, shifting on the bed.

"Look at you," He said, leaning down to kiss her neck. His teeth scraped lightly at the skin there and Rachel whimpered when he gently bit down. "I bet you're wet right now aren't you?"

Rachel didn't answer as his fingers trailed down the button on her jeans and undid them, pulling the zipper down. She felt his fingers brush against the skin revealed, but decided she wasn't ready for that. Instead Rachel replaced his hands with her own, stripping the jeans off and tossing them aside. Before Blaine could get any ideas, Rachel guided his hands away from her center and back to her hips. However he brushed the edge of her shirt and began to lift that up and off her as well.

Rachel went with it, not worrying about the fact she was only in her underwear underneath him. In return, she ran her hands up under his shirt, gasping at the muscles she felt under there and how warm his body felt in her hands, before pulling it off of him. She didn't have much of a chance to admire his torso before it pressed against her. He leaned down, this time pressing his lips on her collarbone, feverishly kissing his way along and down to the valley between her breasts.

Rachel arched her back to him in response, pressing her head back into the pillow behind her, and she felt Blaine's hand move to the curve of her back and up her spine to unhook the piece of clothing as the other slipped beneath it.

Blaine hummed in appreciation of Rachel's body, feeling the soft curve of her breast and running his thumb over one of her nipples. He heard her breath hitch and he took it as a sign. Blaine pulled the straps of her bra down and off of her arms, letting it drop onto the floor. It wasn't a common thing for Blaine to stop and admire a woman he had beneath him. He had been with so many that they all started to look the same, but Rachel was…different. Rachel was beautiful.

Her chest moved slightly up and down from her heavy breathing, and Rachel wondered if something was wrong, maybe he was disappointed at her size and Rachel was about to cover herself from him when Blaine snapped out of whatever had made him pause. His warm hands were back on her skin, causing her to heat up under his touch. She moaned when he pinched one of her nipples between his fingers, "Blaine," and she made a noise of disappointment when his hand drew away.

Blaine instead continued to kiss her body, wanting his lips to touch every single inch of skin she had to offer. He stopped when he reached her belly button and saw the lining of her underwear. He could smell her arousal from where he had paused, and decided to trail the edge with one of his fingers, threatening to dip below and underneath them.

"Wait," Rachel said, sitting up them, grabbing his hand. "I don't know about that Blaine."

"Relax," He said softly, stealing another heated kiss from her lips. "It'll feel good, a lot better than it would if it was to plunge into you at once. I'm not Puckerman Rachel. I'm going to warm you up right, so it won't hurt. It's no fun if you're moaning in pain instead of pleasure."

"Fine, but they stay on." She released his hand after a moment and Blaine gave her a grin that said for now. Rachel leaned back on the bed using her palms to support her as Blaine pulled her closer, prying her knees apart. The small amount of air she was exposed to now, made a huge difference as she gasped, the sensation of cool air against her heat.

Blaine had one arm wrapped around Rachel's back as the other continued to move into her underwear. Heat radiated from her and he could feel the pool of her wetness before he even entered her. "You're so wet for me, Rachel," He said gently, pressing just the underside of his fingers against her folds, and feeling his cock harden even more from the sound of her low gasp.

"Oh my god, yes," Rachel fell back onto the bed, raising her hips up into his hand. He obeyed her hidden command, because she suddenly felt him enter her, not with one, but two fingers. "Blaine, oh god," She pressed her hands into her hips, arching her back in a silent gasp. It was odd to have someone inside of her, even if it was his fingers, but at the same time it felt so damn good, Rachel couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like when he had all of him inside of her.

Rachel moaned and rocked against Blaine's hand as he pumped his fingers in and out, each time astounded at how wet her pussy was. She was so tight that Blaine didn't want to wait any longer before sheathing his cock deep inside her. He pushed his fingers into her a few more times before he curled them inside of her, trying to find the spot inside her.

"Ah!" Rachel couldn't hold back the soft scream, as she clenched the bedding beneath her between her fingers. She felt herself tighten around Blaine and her mouth dropped as her eyes closed against what must've been an orgasm, washing over her. Yet her hips and Blaine's fingers never stopped moving against each other until she let out a loud sigh, her back connecting once again with the bed from being arched into the air.

Rachel stopped moving but Blaine didn't, continuing to move into her until she was down completely. He pulled out shortly after and Rachel couldn't stop her heavy breathing. She was so overcome by feeling that she didn't protest when Blaine dragged her panties down her legs. In fact she even kicked them off herself.

Blaine began to undress, unzipping his pants, while smiling at how flushed Rachel's body was, deciding he liked her in this post-orgasm view. He threw his pants aside, along with the rest of their clothes, including his boxers. Now both of them were completely exposed to one another and Blaine loved the idea more than anything, basking in the view of Rachel spread on his bed for him.

He crawled back on top of her, kissing his way up her legs, licking at her inner thigh. She made a noise of approval and squirmed beneath him, enjoying the sensation of his breath against her. Blaine smiled and raised his fingers to his mouth, cleaning what was left of Rachel's juices and moaned in appreciation. "As good as you taste Rachel, and as much as I would love to, it's not my tongue that's aching to be in you right now,"

Blaine aligned himself with Rachel, but didn't penetrate yet. Instead he looked down at Rachel, who was staring at him almost fearful. "It's going to hurt," He said, softly. He didn't say it in a teasing way or in a manner that would scare her even more. It actually sounded as a question for consent, as if the fact was her one last chance to back out if she wanted to.

But Rachel only nodded, understanding. She braced herself but didn't tense knowing it would hurt even more. Her mouth dropped in a loud gasp as she felt herself being stretched. Rachel could feel her fingers turning white against the sheets she was gripping. "Blaine," She whimpered, moving one of her hands to clench at his arm.

"I know," He said, closing his eyes, resisting the urge to thrust into her heat. Blaine moved slowly, holding his breath, and only releasing it when he was inside of her all the way. "God Rachel, you're so tight," It was almost painful for him to speak the words when all he wanted to do was move. He heard Rachel let out a small noise and suddenly he remembered how it actually was painful for her. "Are you okay?"

Rachel nodded, unable to speak as she was still getting use to the feel of him. She silently thanked him for earlier and preparing her for this, otherwise it could've hurt even more. "I'm okay, you can move now."

Blaine didn't ask again, he pulled out until only the tip of his cock was inside before thrusting back in all the way. He smirked at how Rachel responded, with a sudden shriek but he was able to tell it was from pleasure. He repeated these motions, absolutely washed in amazement by how good she felt around him. It was almost difficult for him to hold back, because he never had to, but he resisted wanting Rachel to get something out of it to.

It was definitely different this time around, Rachel thought. It had hurt, not as much as before with Puck but still a fair amount and after the first thrust it was actually turning around to be really enjoyable like how others had told her. She felt everything like Blaine said she would and after the initial pain it felt amazing. So much she couldn't stop herself from repetitively moaning Blaine's name and begging for him. "You need to go faster," She pleaded. Rachel was desperate for another orgasm, knowing now how wonderful one felt. "Blaine, please."

Blaine gave in, pushing faster into her, gripping her hips a bit harshly that there might be bruises there in the morning, but at the moment he didn't think Rachel minded by the way she was panting beneath him. He heard her mutter something but didn't quite catch it. It must've been a warning that she was about to come because once again he felt her walls clench around him, and Blaine pushed on more time into her, stilling as they both came in unison.

The both moaned each other's name, their breath mixing in the air between their mouths. Blaine finished before Rachel and he moved slowly bringing her down from the high. Her mouth was open in a silent gasp and Blaine leaned down to suck her bottom lip into between his teeth before he pulled out of her. Rachel whimpered softly into his mouth, but snaked her hand around his neck to bring him down for a fuller kiss.

Blaine returned the kiss gently and pulled back when he felt her stop. Rachel's eyes fluttered to him for a moment before she close them. "Thank you," She murmured, trailing her hand down his arm from his neck. Then she let out a deep breath and Blaine could tell she had fallen fast asleep.

Blaine sighed, and rolled off of Rachel. He picked out a pair of clean boxers and pulled them up onto him. Looking back at Rachel he wasn't sure what to do. Usually he kicked out girls when he was done with them, and every single one of them who had fallen asleep after, hadn't been in his house so he had always left. But Rachel was passed out now on his bed for the second time in the week, and he didn't know what to do because he couldn't leave. Blaine also didn't have the heart to wake her up and force her to go home like he sometimes had had to do in the past.

Sighing, Blaine rubbed the back of his neck deciding on what to do. He walked around to the other side of the bed and brought the section of sheets, which Rachel wasn't sleeping on, over her body to cover her up. Not caring that he might get a slap in the face in the morning, Blaine grabbed a spare blanket and lay down next to Rachel, covering him up.

It was odd sleeping with a girl, when that's all it was, was sleeping. He was just thankful he didn't have that weird urge to spoon like it seemed almost every guy has post-sex, and also that Rachel had fallen asleep first so he wouldn't have to wake up with her arm around him.

Yet, before he laid his head against his pillow, he hovered over Rachel for a moment looking down at her. Some of her hair stuck to her face from where sweat had been shed and her face was still slightly flushed. She looked genuinely peaceful but he couldn't tell if the faint hint of a smile on her lips was real or his imagination.

Maybe he didn't have the urge to spoon her, but there was something provoking him to lean down and kiss her again. But Blaine refused. He had gotten what he wanted and so had she. Rachel was another girl to add to a long list of ones he had been with, and Blaine would once again be the other guy that an ex-boyfriend gets mad at. It was a win-win really, they no longer needed each other for anything.

Blaine repeated these thoughts in his head as he fell asleep hoping that in the morning he would believe them.