Authors Note: HELLO! I am so pleased with all the feedback from chapter 9, I know it was highly anticipated and I'm glad I was able to deliver to your expectations. I don't know if Chapter 10 will be able to live up to the one previous it to it but we'll see. This chapter contains a little bit of smut and we definitely see Blaine breaking even though he is still refusing it. The next couple chapters will reflect on Rachel. The issues with her family and Quinn and the "relationship" she had with Blaine. Read and review! But most of all enjoy
Chapter 10
There were a lot of things that Rachel was sure about. One was that being in the cheerios meant instant popularity. Another, that good grades and a stubborn-attitude got you everything. And a third was that sex felt amazing. However, stuff she wasn't sure of entailed things like how someone like Blaine could have adorably small curls but still be so tough, how a small guy like him could have a back, arms, and just overall body structure of a god. Also, she was completely unsure of how she managed to allow a guy like Blaine Anderson into her life and actually, didn't mind it.
Rachel was lying on her side under the covers, staring at Blaine as he slept next to her, his back towards her. She'd woken up a little sore but she was fully aware of what had happened before she passed out. Rachel was still naked beneath the blankets because she was afraid of waking Blaine up and what he would say when he did. Would he kick her out? Would he laugh at her? Mock her? Rachel didn't want any of that even though the possibility was high. She had walked into this prepared to walk out without any strings attached but the faint bond she and Blaine had (that she choose to ignore when they first met) seemed only stronger now.
Sex does that, Rachel thought as she rolled over, away from him, staring in the opposite direction. But not for him. He doesn't care about anyone he sleeps with. I'm just another tic mark. Rachel sighed. She knew this, she'd known for a while that all that Blaine ever wanted was just her body and she swore to herself after the Puck incident that she would never let that happen again. Not that anyone really cared; most of the Cheerio's mocked her for her fake-virginity act and her dads where never around to chaperone when she was dating Finn.
Blaine had been a lot different than she had thought. He almost seemed respectful (which was a word Rachel never would have used before to describe him) and that's what made her fall asleep with a smile on her face. He warmed her up, he didn't make any indication of making it about him and his needs, he warned her before the initial penetration and he just made it seem like it was about her. He put on a good act, Rachel thought convinced. It was all about him, and how he needed to bed her for his own satisfaction of conquering a new challenge. Rachel would just forget about it, push it back, and pretend like it never happened.
She tensed when she felt Blaine shift beside her and Rachel looked over to see him lying on his back, stretching his arms in the air. Rachel couldn't help herself but gaze at the define muscles before he folded them back under his head. "Morning," He said casually, not looking at her.
"Good morning," She said awkwardly, pulling the covers closer to her. It was weird that she was being so self-conscious of herself when she was usually so confident, and it was especially odd after everything that happened the night before. Rachel sat up in the bed but hissed in pain when she moved.
"Sore?" Blaine asked, finally turning his head toward her.
"Would you even care?" She snapped unintentionally.
Blaine smirked. "You're still in my bed aren't you?"
"Don't remind me." Rachel turned away from him so he couldn't see the lie on her face, but he must've heard it in her voice because he crawled over to her.
"Are you telling me you regret last night?" He whispered close to her ear, his breath on her neck.
"Stop it," Rachel said, "What's there to regret? I'm just another hook-up for you aren't I?" She didn't know why she was so bitter about it but it hurt her to think about it even though she saw it coming.
"I don't know," There was a pause and almost a hint of sincerity in Blaine's voice. "What I do know is I definitely wouldn't mind doing it again, and I don't usually come back for seconds so maybe you should take it as a compliment."
"Wow, really, thanks, I'm absolutely flattered." Sarcasm dripped from Rachel's mouth. "Why would I want to do it with you again?"
"Oh I don't know," Blaine shrugged and smirked. "Because it felt good. So good you repeatedly prayed to your God for me, you moaned my name, and begged me to go faster. So good that you actually thanked me after."
"I did not," Rachel muttered, however vividly remembering.
"You're welcome," Blaine whispered before leaning down to kiss her next, softly before he began to bite gently.
"Blaine, stop," Rachel said weakly, her eyes fluttering against the feeling of his lips on her skin.
"You talk too much," Blaine moved from her neck to her jaw.
"What would you rather hear me say?" She meant it to be snarky but the bite in the sentence was overshadowed by Blaine's lips on hers, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth before lightly scraping his teeth. "Oh god," Rachel gasped when he let go.
"That's what I want to hear." Blaine grinned and maneuvered himself on the bed so he was positioned over Rachel. He moved the blankets to expose her and once again he had to stop to admire her body. It was so small and delicate he wondered how she managed to handle him.
"Why do you do that?"
Blaine looked up, surprised by Rachel's question. "Why do I do what?"
"Stare at me like that? You did it last night too," A blush rose to Rachel's cheeks and she reached for the blankets, embarrassed. "Stop," Blaine said, grabbing her hand. He locked eyes with her when she looked up at him confused. "Just don't okay? I don't know why you're so embarrassed."
"Because you're leering," She explained. "You look like you want to eat me."
Blaine smiled slowly; he had heard those exact same words from her before. "Didn't I tell you that eating you was one of the many things I planned on doing to you?"
"Yes," Rachel gasped, recalling that specific conversation, as Blaine's mouth trailed slowly down her body. "I never thought I would ever let you though."
"Not so innocent anymore," Blaine teased, kissing her hips.
"You forget I never was to begin with," Rachel lifted her body up into his mouth, not caring about what was coming out of her mouth.
"I like this side of you Rachel, partly because you're spread and ready for me, partly because the whole bible-thumping thing was getting old. You know what else I didn't forget?" His mouth passed her belly button and sucked at the junction between her hip and leg. "I didn't forget about asking you if anyone had ever gone down on you, and I didn't forget about how you never answered. Well Rachel?" Blaine breathed, his breath glazing over Rachel's inner thigh and her legs quivered. He smirked and moved quickly, bringing his mouth to the pulse point on her neck, licking it harshly, earning a deep guttural moan from the brunette. "Now just imagine how that would feel inside of you."
Rachel began to pant, unable to form a coherent sentence. Her mind was blown by how much his words turned her on and how wet they already had her. "Do you want it?" She could only nod at his question, whining as she moved her body closer to his. Blaine laughed softly against her stomach and he went back down to the one place she desperately wanted him. "Tell me what you want,"
"God, Blaine. This is not the time to tease," Rachel was so high strung, she actually reached down and guided Blaine to her core hoping her would get the hint. Instead he said, "I can't do anything if you don't tell me. Come on Rachel, I want to hear it."
"You're mouth," Rachel whimpered in frustration. "Please Blaine, god, I can't- Oh my fucking god." She moaned loudly, tilting her head back when she felt his tongue on her. It was a quick, firm lick but it was enough to buck her hips into his mouth.
"Like that?" He asked, pulling back and licking his lips slightly, pleased by how she responded to him.
"Don'ttalkjust-" Blaine didn't need to hear anymore before her placed his mouth on her again. This time he actually moved his tongue between her folds, stimulating her insides and planning his movements based on her reactions. When he found a rhythm that she seemed to enjoy he stuck with it, savoring her taste.
Rachel had to close her eyes against what Blaine was doing to her, it felt that good. Never in her life had she imagined something, that used to seem so sinful, would be one of the most pleasurable things she'd ever experienced. She gasped when Blaine nudged her legs open gently, resting his hand there, widening her for him. He kept his hand there for another reason as well, to keep her legs open, because Rachel let out a cry when a finger entered her along with the tongue, and she had an automatic reaction to snap her legs shut for any type of friction.
She felt his hands rest on her butt and lift her up to him. Rachel grabbed at his hair, needing something to hold onto, because the angle changed and Blaine's tongue combined with his finger was now hitting that special spot inside of her and she could feel her breath growing heavier and her stomach tighten.
"Blaine, I'm-" Rachel attempted to warn him, but she only felt another finger join the first one and the soft hum of Blaine's mouth against her and she couldn't hold back any longer. Rachel gripped Blaine's curls between her fingers, not caring that she was pulling his hair, only that he was as close to her as possible as she released her juices into his mouth. "Yes, yes, god yes," She muttered before letting go of Blaine's hair and letting her body go slack. Rachel was so spent she barely registered Blaine's lasting tongue, probably cleaning up whatever she had to give.
"That was amazing," Rachel said softly, looking at Blaine as he pulled back and wiped his mouth with his hand.
"You taste amazing, like I thought you would," Blaine grinned and leaned down toward her mouth. "Want to try?"
Rachel opened her mouth to answer but he took it immediately as an invitation. Blaine's tongue slipped easily into her mouth and at first she didn't taste anything different than his saliva, but then there it was. A faint, almost, bitter, taste and Rachel let it settle in her mouth. She licked her lips when Blaine pulled away.
He looked at her expectantly and only shrugged when she didn't say anything. Blaine shown a small smile and got up and off the bed. Rachel watched as he picked up the shirt he had worn last night and pulled it over his head. "I don't think anyone should really know about this," Blaine said suddenly, turning to Rachel with an almost-nervous look, and handing her the bra that had been on the floor.
Rachel took it thankfully and snapped it on. "I wasn't planning on telling anyone. I would've thought you'd be the one to go around telling people."
"Usually," Blaine shrugged. "But just because I won't be telling anyone doesn't mean I'll stop pursuing you."
"Like a secret relationship?" Rachel raised her eyebrows, grabbing her underwear from the ground and pulling them on. "Didn't think you were the type."
"I'm sure most people don't think you're the type to be begging for an orgasm." Blaine shot back. "No not a secret relationship. I don't do relationships, any which way."
"You want me to be your fuck buddy?" Rachel laughed as she pulled on the rest of her clothes. "Really Blaine, I'm not that easy." Blaine paused and gave her a pointed look, shifting his eyes from her, to the bed, and back to her. "That was a onetime thing," She insisted.
"Actually two times, three if you're going by how many times I made you come."
"I won't be your fuck buddy. It's all or nothing Anderson." Rachel crossed the room to him, looking him in the eyes determined. "Take it or leave it."
"Humph," Blaine chuckled. "You still want to play this game Berry? I don't think you do."
"Oh I definitely think I do." Rachel countered quickly. "What are you afraid of anyways?" If Rachel hadn't already locked eyes with Blaine she would've missed it. The hardness that seemed permanent in his eyes softened and Rachel saw a hint of hurt, a hint of hurt that was all too familiar to her when she looked in the mirror herself. Before she could question him about it, "You don't want me to be your boyfriend." Blaine said as he looked away and his mouth formed into a tight line, all sense of flirting and cockiness gone. "There's too much shit that comes along with me."
Rachel froze, confused by the sudden change in attitude. Maybe there was more to Blaine than she thought and that's when it dawned on her that she knew nothing about him. She had no idea where he was from, or why he lived in such a ratty house. She had no idea about his past at all. Rachel only knew everything he let people know and Rachel couldn't help but find that the only part about him she could understand. "Yeah, well you wouldn't want me as your girlfriend."
Blaine looked at her shocked, and narrowed his eyes. "I never said I did."
"And I never said I wanted you as a boyfriend."
"Then what do you want?"
"I don't know what I want." She said sternly, crossing her arms because she hated to admit it. "But what I do know is it has something to do with you. God damn it Anderson, how you managed it, I don't know, but I actually like you."
Blaine chuckled softly, looking up at Rachel, his usual smirk coming slowly back on his lips. "You're going to get yourself hurt you know."
"Like I've been protected my entire life. And I'm perfectly capable of hurting you as well." Rachel raised her eyebrows pointedly. "So? What do you say?"
"It'll be a secret?" He asked.
"I told you I won't be telling anyone. A friends with benefits sort of arrangement."
"Didn't think you were the type," Blaine teased, throwing her words back at her as his hand gently moved up her arm, closing some distance between them.
"I think after last night and this morning we both know there's more to us than we think." Rachel was convinced there was something Blaine wasn't telling her, something he probably hadn't told anyone. She could recognize the weight of a heavy secret on someone's shoulders and the want to know what it was tugged at her. "You're not very good at straight answers are you?"
Blaine tilted his head slightly as his eyes glazed over her lips. "I'm sorry what were you saying? I saw your lips move but that's really all I could focus on."
"I'll be taking that as a yes," Rachel rolled her eyes, and pushed him away gently. "I should get going anyways. I've got somewhere to be."
"The only place you should be," Blaine said, still holding her arm, "Is back in my bed."
"I think we've both had enough, besides 'all good things come to those who wait.'"
"Isn't that a bible quote?"
"One night with you isn't going to change everything about me." She winked. "I'll see you tomorrow at school." There was a pause after she finished speaking and Rachel wondered how she should exit. Just plain leaving would seem weird. So what she did was place her own hand on his arm and tilt her head up to kiss him. It wasn't a normal goodbye kiss, that was soft and sweet, but it also wasn't rushed and completely passionate like the ones they had shared last night. It was a mix of both, the contact falling somewhere in between.
"Tomorrow then," Blaine smiled, after she pulled away. It wasn't a smirk or a grin or a smug look. It was a genuine smile and it sparked one of Rachel's own and Blaine, even though he wasn't ready to admit it out loud and accept it, subconsciously decided that he liked the feeling that surfaced every time he was with her. A feeling he had been avoiding for years.
Maybe this "friends with benefits" deal he made with her would turn out to be a good idea. He'd get sex out of it that's for sure, and he wasn't about to let Rachel go when she was basically offering herself to him whenever he wanted. That's what he told himself as he watched Rachel turn around and walk out the door.
You're having some fun, like you always do, Blaine thought as he watched her get into her car from his window. It's the same thing just with the same girl. The only thing you have got to make sure of is she doesn't fall for you and you don't fall for her. Blaine nodded to himself, turning away from the car pulling out of his driveway, but deep down he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep that sort of promise. A part of Rachel was already falling for him, that he could tell when she suggested this whole thing, but so was a part of Blaine. And that's what scared him the most.