*Authors Note*: Hello everyone! I am so sorry for the wait on this chapter, it's been a hectic past few weeks and to be honest it'll get even worse. I've got a lot of plans these coming weeks including a vacation so this might be the last update in a while, if not, then chapter 13 definitely will be. Anyways, thank you so much for sticking around to read and review this, it really means a lot to me :) Reviews, Favorite Author/Story, Story Alerts, all of it makes me so happy and I thank you! Enjoy this chapter and please review!

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Chapter 12

It was just past eleven when Rachel finally got home. She wasn't nearly as drunk as she had hoped to be but it helped that she was sober enough to get in her car and bring herself home safely. She was still incredibly angry at her fathers and even more so at Quinn who just seemed to add even more resentment to the mix. Rachel knocked over a picture in anger. She didn't know what photo was behind the glass, and she didn't care as it fell to the ground and shattered behind her as she walked up the stairs to her bedroom.

Rachel felt absolutely worthless. She had come home earlier that day after spending the night at a resident badboys house and he fathers didn't even care or bother ask. She had made the dumb decision to go out to a local bar and drink her pain away only to run into someone she had been at odd ends with ever since she could remember and what did that girl do? Throw everything back in her face.

No one knew what was going on with her. Absolutely no one and it pissed Rachel off to no end when people acted like they did.

When she slammed the door to her bedroom, Rachel crossed over to her bathroom and began to strip. She desperately needed a shower to wash the night off of her. Rachel cried out in pain at one moment when she raised her arm, and she looked down curiously. The upper sleeve of her shirt was soaked in blood and two tiny shards of brown glass prodded from her arm. Rachel hissed as she pulled the broken beer glass out of her arm, remembering slightly how Quinn had smashed a bottle and she had no doubt fallen on top of the shards.

Rachel cleaned her cuts with some medicine she had in the bathroom cabinets but didn't bother placing a band-aid over them until she was out of the shower almost an hour later, taking time to scrub off all the bad memories that didn't seem to budge.

As she wrapped a towel around her wet body, Rachel could hear her phone ringing outside in her bedroom. Rolling her eyes, she didn't rush to answer it, however she didn't take her time to dry herself before she exited, curiosity taking over, wondering who would be calling her at such a late hour.

Of course. Rachel scoffed looking down and seeing One Missed Call from Blaine Anderson. She opened up her messages and sent him a text, not in the mood to bother to return the call.

Rachel: You called?

The response came a few moments later.

Blaine: You didn't answer.

Rachel: What do you want?

Blaine: You left your Cheerios jacket here. Thought you might want it.

Rachel struggled to remember if she had forgotten to grab it on her way out but then she looked down at her phone confused.

Rachel: You called just for that?

Blaine: I didn't call for anything else.

Rachel laughed and brushed back her half-drying bangs. The boy was getting easier and easier to read.

Rachel: Want me to call you?

Blaine: I don't care what you do.

Rachel: Good then. I'm busy anyways.

Blaine: With what?

Rachel: I just got out of the shower.

Blaine: Oh?

Rachel: Shut up. I'll call you in a few minutes. I need to go dry off, my fingers are wet and I don't want my phone slipping out of my hands.

As soon as she sent the message she cursed herself for not thinking it through. Rachel could never think properly when she was talking to Blaine. It was just not as bad when he wasn't around. When her phone buzzed with his reply Rachel was secretly anticipating his response. The day had sucked but she felt in a lighter mood now that she had showered and was talking with him.

Blaine: Are your fingers the only part of you that is wet?

Rachel inhaled sharply as she read his text. The words and the fact that Blaine was actually sexting her caused her breath to hitch and she was starting to really love the affect this boy had over her, even if she knew it wasn't the best idea.

Blaine: Come on Rachel, talk to me.

She racked her brain for some response, but everything that came to mind just sounded stupid.

Blaine: Tell me what you're wearing.

Rachel smiled and her fingers trembled as she answered, reveling in how taboo it was.

Rachel: Nothing, only a small towel.

She wasn't sure if she was surprised when Blaine called her on the phone, but she didn't hesitate to answer this time. "Take it off," He said, almost possessively, when he heard her breathing on the end of the phone. Rachel was instantly turned on by the husky tone his voice took when he spoke to her. It had the ability to make her drop her towel and climb onto her bed.

"Rachel?"

"It's off," She breathed into the phone. "I'm not wearing anything Blaine,"

"God, you have no idea how hot you sound right now. What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you to tell me what to do." Rachel wasn't embarrassed by her inexperience. Maybe she would have been if the thought of Blaine guiding her didn't have her soaking between the knees.

"Put me on speaker." When Rachel did and told him so, Blaine continued. "Lie face down but on your knees."

Rachel panted into the pillow that her head was resting on as she got to her knees, arching her rear-end into the air. She spread her legs when Blaine instructed her to, then waited for a moment, asking, "What do you want me to do?"

"Bring one finger to your mouth and suck on it, make it wet, then I want you to finger yourself with it for me. Just one though, Rachel,"

Rachel's breathing got heavier as she brought her index finger to her mouth and began to suck on it like she had been told. She let it slip out of her mouth after a few moments then lowered it down to herself, dragging it slowly along her slit. Rachel let out a loud gasp at her own teasing movement.

"Go on Rachel, push it in." Her head was spinning in lust and Rachel was in a daze from the sensations of her hand on her and Blaine's voice coming from the receiver telling her exactly what to do and when to do it. Rachel moaned into the phone, surprised by how turned on she was by the sound of her own finger entering and leaving her. She'd done this before, a little while after she lost her virginity but everything was different and more scandalous in that moment. Being told what to do and having Blaine being able to hear every minute of it.

"Now use two… that's a girl Rachel… pretend it's me there doing this to you." Rachel could only use two fingers on herself comfortably and as he talked and coaxed her on through the phone, Rachel's gasps and moans grew louder. So loud she became embarrassed and pressed her face into the pillow, however not stopping the rhythm her fingers had picked up, pleasurably stroking her.

"Rachel. Stop."

Rachel turned her head and whined in the direction of the phone as she halted her fingers still partially inside of her. "I want to hear you," Blaine said, his voice sounding almost desperate but at the same time demanding. "Tell me what's going through your head,"

"I just need…God, Blaine," Rachel continued her thrusts and groaned, this time not muffling it in her pillow. "I need to… to cum."

"Have you ever touched yourself before?"

It was taking a lot of effort to divide her focus, splitting it in two between Blaine and herself but she couldn't not listen to him. His voice was what was driving her on. When he asked the question, she moaned softly, letting out a small 'yes'. "Did you imagine it was someone else's fingers inside you?" He asked and Rachel had to bite her lip to keep back the raw sound that was threatening to escape her mouth.

"I'm imagining they're yours Blaine," Her breath ghosted over the receiver but by the low sound that came from the other end of the phone line, Rachel knew Blaine had heard her. "Then cum for me, Rachel, come for me, all over your fingers."

That was the last thing Rachel could hear, before her body nearly gave up. She wasn't able to keep herself on her knees when all her energy was going into her wrist and hand. Her entire body weight had her arm pinned beneath her, but Rachel didn't stall. She was getting closer and closer to that edge of euphoria that she barely registered the words she heard Blaine saying. Rachel was right there and when speed didn't send her over, her mind flashed back to the previous night, the one she had spent with Blaine and she thought about what he had done. Her thoughts were replaced with ones of that night, and the fingers inside of her were no longer hers but his, and they curled inside her, brushing against her g-spot in one motion that had her clenching hard, to overwhelmed to even think of stifling her moans, and all the while, the hand on her never ceased until she had come down all the way.

Rachel lay on her stomach, breathing heavily from what seemed to be a really intense orgasm. She reached across and pulled a tissue from her bedside and rolled over, pulling her fingers out while she did. Rachel didn't look as she cleaned herself off; suddenly extremely embarrassed she did such a thing to herself and over the phone with Blaine nonetheless.

Blaine.

"Blaine?" Rachel called tentatively over the phone. She hated that her voice sounded so small but she was dying to know if he was still on the phone, even if it made her anxious.

"I'm here." Blaine was able to portray pure lust in two words. His voice was low, and raw, and she couldn't help her mind from wandering, wondering what he was doing to himself in his own home and for the first time in her life, Rachel wanted to touch Blaine. To feel him, every single part of him that she could and make him feel as good as he did for her.

It was a strange desire, but such a strong one that she picked up the phone at the point, taking it off of speaker, and invited him over.

~~beat~~

Rachel was just walking out of her room, after thoroughly cleaning herself, when the doorbell rang. She knew it was Blaine and once again Rachel knew the events of their meeting but this time she wasn't nervous. She flew down the flight of stairs, opened the door and pulled Blaine in quickly. Even though she had changed, cleaned up and everything, Rachel was still horny from their phone call and the first thing she did when Blaine was inside her house was press herself against him and kiss him.

Blaine responded immediately, dropping his coat and keys on the floor as one arm snaked around her waist to press her tighter to him and the other went up into her hair to pull her mouth closer to his. "You sounded so hot over the phone Rachel," He breathed, moving his mouth to her neck, sucking a bit harshly on her pulse point and her eyes rolled back a little. "I wanted to come over right away." She could already feel her fresh pair of underwear being soaked and they'd barely started.

Rachel felt their hips roll against one another and realized that Blaine had a definite hard-on. "Is that from me?" She pulled back, glancing down for a moment.

Blaine hummed in confirmation against her skin, licking a patch of skin beneath her earlobe. "You fingered yourself over the phone, told me you imagined me and then cried my name when you orgasmed. Something would be wrong for me if I wasn't hard right now." He didn't say anything else as his hands moved from her hips, slipping up to her lower back beneath her shirt. Rachel was surprised he didn't push her to do something to fix his problem, and appreciated it that her own hand actually wandered, her palm pressing against him in his jeans causing his lips to detach from her skin and let out a low groan. "Rachel…"

"Shh, let me do this," Rachel said softly, palming him gently before tugging at his zipper.

"I wasn't going to stop you," He reassured her.

Rachel smiled at his remark, and assisted him in pushing his pants and underwear down. She was at face level with Blaine's cock when it was revealed and Rachel flushed pink. She'd only caught a glimpse of it the night before but now she saw it with every detail. Blaine was decently sized, or so she assumed by what she'd heard from others. He was thick as well, and darker than she had expected but she wondered if it was maybe from the blood flow and how hard he was, because he looked almost painful.

That's when she stood up suddenly, trying to hide the blush from her cheeks. She had just been on her knees, staring at Blaine's dick, and Rachel could only guess what was going through his mind and when she saw the disappointed look on his face, she knew. "Don't count on it," She told him. If there was one thing Rachel promised herself she would never do it was definitely get down on her knees in front of a boy and take him in her mouth. However, that didn't stop her hand from going back down and taking him in her palm.

Blaine almost hissed at the contact and Rachel was glad because it covered the small gasp she let out, surprised at how heavy he felt in her hand. Overcoming the shock quickly, Rachel curled her fingers around his shaft, and took pride in the noise that came from his mouth. She began to move her hand around him when she noticed how dry he was. Rachel let one of her fingers graze across the tip of his cock, collecting some of the pre-cum that was were and spread it so her hand could glide a little better.

Her name tumbled from his mouth as she experimented with speed and how she stroked and whether or not she would tighten and turn. It was really odd feeling him buck into her hand, and Rachel wasn't naïve enough to think she had been the only girl to do this to him, but the fact that it was her and him, in that moment, that was enough to erase the thought from her mind.

"I'm close Rachel," Blaine grunted, thrusting his hips. "Tighter though, god your hand feels good."

Rachel did as he instructed and soon enough, she felt him pulsing in her hand and felt his seed emptying itself in her palm and splattering on her bare thigh. She continued to stroke Blaine through his orgasm, surprised by how turned on she was by his sounds of pleasure, having never heard them before, until he went soft. Then Rachel let go.

Rachel turned and looked for something to clean herself off on, her hand all sticky, but before she could, she felt Blaine's hands on her once more, drawing him to her. He had pulled his boxers up but left his pants off. "Let's go upstairs," He murmured, a slight spark glittering in his incredibly, handsome, dark eyes.

Rachel was about to show him the way to her room when she stopped and thought about it for a second. "No," She said, stepping away and crossing the room to grab a towel and wipe her off.

"No?" Blaine looked at her confused, and if she didn't know any better, almost hurt. "What happened to friends with benefits?"

"I just had sex with you last night," Rachel said, the words feeling foreign on her tongue. "You got me off this morning, and then tonight we both helped each other out. I think I might be done for a while."

"I don't think you understand the term," Blaine chuckled. "You don't get to schedule out when and not to have sex. It just happens and I'm pretty sure it's about to happen… or it would've if you hadn't had said no."

"You're not even hard anymore," Rachel said, shifting standing positions, aware again of the pool of wetness in between her thighs.

"I'm sure you could fix that," He said, drawing closer to her, smirking. "Besides, I can tell that you're wet, aren't you?"

"That doesn't matter because-"

"You don't need me for that; you prove that to me earlier."

Rachel turned red with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "Don't throw that back in my face. I just don't want to, Blaine. Like I said, we both were satisfied, isn't that enough for today?" It was rhetorical. Rachel passed by Blaine, and picked up his pants, handing them to him. He reluctantly pulled them on, staying true to what he said about not forcing himself on someone, though he didn't look very happy.

Then it seemed as if an awkward sort of atmosphere settled. Rachel felt almost guilty, turning him away from sex and almost kicking him out, maybe it was because of their previous arrangement and the fact that Rachel was almost going against it. "I'll see you tomorrow, at school okay?" She asked, when he stepped toward her and the door.

Blaine looked down at her but didn't answer for a moment, before his forehead creased. "What happened to your arm?"

Rachel looked down quickly and noticed that the two large band aids she had applied for her cuts was visible beneath her sleeves. "Nothing," Rachel shook her head quickly, but when Blaine gave her a look that said he was un-convinced all she said was, "I'm sure you'll find out tomorrow or sometime soon."

"Okay," Blaine said slowly, clearly stating her wouldn't forget to bring it up again to her if no one else explained it. "I'll see you later." He gave her a small smile before he grabbed his keys and walked out the door. It wasn't as genuine as the one he had given her when she had left his house earlier that morning, but she was glad to see he wasn't angry with her.

Rachel listened as the roar of his motorcycle disappeared moments later and walked through her house to get cleaning supplies. She had given him a hand job right there in the middle of her foyer, and she didn't want any evidence left behind.

As she mopped the floor with a small sponge, Rachel thought about how she had turned Blaine away and how uncomfortable she suddenly was, being so aroused without any release. And though the solution was obvious, to have gone upstairs with Blaine, something deep inside of Rachel had told her not to. She had admitted to him already that she liked him, but to what depths she wasn't so sure. After that though, Rachel knew there was something growing between her and Blaine and she wondered if he had begun to realize it as well.

She didn't turn sex with Blaine away because it was too soon and she wasn't ready, it was because she was afraid he would get bored with her and leave after too soon. Rachel didn't want a friends with benefits relationship with Blaine, she didn't want it to be all about sex, but to keep him that's what it needed to be.

Rachel was torn between what she felt and uncertainty. Blaine made her so confused and for some reason it only fueled her passion and desire to stay close with him. Maybe if they didn't argue and could found a healthy balance between sex and non-sexual activities something more would come out of it.

At least, that's all Rachel could hope for.