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Chapter 14

Blaine didn't bother going back to class. There was no point suffering through English when Rachel wasn't there to keep his mind occupied, especially since everyone else was working on their projects when they had already finished theirs. He also didn't want to hear that girl, Rebecca, talk anymore. That's how he had known something was wrong with Rachel, she wouldn't stop going on and on about how pathetic Rachel looked in the bathroom before class.

Blaine made his way towards the bleachers and sat watching as each gym class went by with the periods. He smoked almost an entire carton before the school bell rang for the end of the day to keep his mind off of Rachel and what she had said. As strange as it was, Blaine did want to go back home with her. This wasn't the second time she had to clean herself up, and knowing she was in her bathroom, once again examining her own wounds, frustrated Blaine so much that when Quinn showed up he took it out on her.

"Alright, spit out whatever you want to say, I need to be somewhere."

"Whoa," Quinn raised her hands in mock surrender. "What's got your piercing in a twist?"

"Nothing," Blaine mumbled. When he turned to look up at her, he noticed her lip was swollen. It was unusual because usually the lip-swelling he saw on girls was from making out, however this looked like a lip-swelling from a fist. "What happened to your lip?"

"That's actually something I wanted to talk to you about," Quinn leaned against one of the bleacher beams and crossed her arms. "I ran into Berry Friday night at Louis's."

Blaine's ears perked, "Louis's? What was she doing there?"

"You tell me," Quinn shrugged. "She was drinking enough alcohol it was clear to the mouse in the corner that she was trying to forget about something." Blaine didn't respond as he thought about Friday. That had been the day after Rachel had given herself to him. She had seemed fine when she had left that morning, so what had happened between then and when she was at the bar?

"Well are you going to tell me or not?" Quinn persisted. "Did you fuck her, because she definitely had that post-sex look. Please tell me everything; I want to know what you did after it was over and how she reacted. I tried to ask her about it but the little bitch got mad and I had to teach her a lesson to shut up."

Blaine's eyes narrowed suddenly, remembering the cuts on her arm, and how Rachel had told him he would hear about it later. "Is that where you got that fat lip?"

"So she got a good hit or two in, but I put her in her place. Not that it took much; she isn't very good in a fight. Even that whore Lopez went up against her, and by the sound of it, she left that bathroom looking worse than she did leaving the bar. I hate them both, but I clapped for that Latina giving Berry a pretty well-done smack down."

Blaine's body tensed. Quinn had been the one to injure Rachel the other night and she was present when Santana was beating the shit out of her. Damn it Blaine, He thought to himself as he stood. "I've got to go," He said, thinking about how terrible Rachel must feel at home by herself right now, and how stupid he was for ditching her for the girl that had directly and indirectly hurt her.

"Oh no you don't," Quinn said, stepping in front of him and placing a hand on his chest to stop him. "I need to hear all the details."

Blaine smacked Quinn's hand away and shoved her slightly, suddenly his anger spilling out. "What the hell, Anderson!" Quinn snapped, shoving him back just as hard.

"I'm not telling you anything, Q," Blaine said, keeping his hands to his side now, "Because I don't want it getting spread nor do I want to hear you boasting about it, and smack-talking her all the time."

Quinn's entire face dropped suddenly as she stared at Blaine. It was a look she had never given him before and Blaine wasn't sure how to react to it. "You like her." It wasn't a question, it was an accusation. "Don't you Blaine? You actually like her?" Quinn's voice seemed on the edge of breaking, and her eyes were scrunched in confused, not anger like he expected. This threw Blaine off guard, it was the first time Quinn looked… vulnerable.

"I said I got to go," Blaine once more tried to move past Quinn but she wouldn't let him. "You're going to go see her aren't you? I don't understand you, Anderson, how? How in the world could you have let her get to you so easily?" The sharpness in her voice was coming back and Blaine recognized the defense mechanism. She was about to get very angry. "It's already been three weeks and you've stuck with her." Quinn laughed sarcastically. "I should've known, I haven't seen you try to hit on anyone else since you set your eyes on her. That's not the Blaine I know. The Blaine I knew would've made a plan to complete the conquest as fast as he could, while having something on the side to keep him occupied."

"You make it sound like she owns me," Blaine growled, not liking what she was implying.

"Don't you see? It's because she does!" Quinn cried. "I told you, I told you not to get to close to her because this is what she does. I don't know what that little bitch does but it's like no matter who you are, what you're reputation is, or what you're past is, you'll fall for her and forget about everything else!"

"You think I'm going to forget about you Quinn?" Blaine asked, taken aback by her outburst. It was the first time he had seen her be so open, the other week in the locker room was a glimpse, and now that he was getting the bigger picture it was starting to all make sense.

"Please," Quinn smiled, laughing a bit, but her eyes and voice were sad. "If anyone would it would be you. Did you know that my brother and I used to be best friends? Even when high school started and we began to drift apart, we still talked like siblings. She was the one that convinced my brother that the divorce was my mother's fault. Soon he started placing the blame on her and myself, my own father barely talks to me now. It wasn't until he and Rachel declared to be best friends for life that he began to act like I never existed. If my brother would do that just because Rachel liked him, what would stop my best friend from doing the same when he's falling for her?" Blaine waited as Quinn panted from ranting, and they just stared at each other. He was about to break the silence when Quinn beat him to it. "Go, just go."

"Quinn-"

"We're done Anderson!" She yelled, spinning to shoot him a look that seemed all too familiar. It was one that he had seen rarely, but was poisonous enough to stick in his mind. It was the hate glare she reserved for one person only, and now he was receiving it because of her.

Then Quinn was gone.

She walked out from beneath the bleachers, stalking across the football field, her skirt fluttering behind her, before she disappeared for good.

**beat**

Blaine's head was spinning. So many thoughts and feelings were running through him that he just wanted to hop on his bike and ride until the wind blew everything away. He did but he couldn't convince himself to get on the high way and bolt, instead he took a familiar route until he pulled up in Rachel's big driveway. He ran up to the door, but didn't bother knocking. He could tell her dads weren't home so he stepped inside and called out her name. When Rachel didn't answer, he climbed up the stairs and found her bedroom. Slowly, he pushed the door open. "Rachel?"

She wasn't in the room, but he heard her say his name. "Blaine? Is that you?" Rachel stepped out of her bathroom, holding an ice pack to her slightly damp head. She lowered it in surprise. "What are you doing here? I thought you had stuff to do after school,"

"I did, but I cut it short," Blaine said, avoiding the subject. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Oh," Rachel's face fell. "Well, if that's all you came for then yes, I'm fine. I'm actually better than a few hours ago when you last saw me." Rachel's tone of voice had changed and Blaine shook his head, irritated by how easily girls could change attitudes.

"What's the matter? I'm here now, doesn't that count for something?"

"Yes Blaine, it does but I don't need you now," Rachel said, placing the icepack on her desk. "I needed you three hours ago when I was bruised and swelling. What was so important? Where were you?"

Rachel crossed her arms and looked at Blaine expectantly like how a mother would look at an adolescent child. Even if where he was didn't matter, Blaine didn't like the way she was putting him on the spot, like he had to answer her. "It doesn't matter where I was, I don't have to tell you Rachel. You're not my girlfriend, or my mother, so don't act like it."

"Then what are we Blaine?" Rachel cried, throwing her hands up in the air. "I mean when are you going to give me a straight answer? I've told you how many times that I liked you, and I realize now that you always do or say something that feeds me belief that you feel the same but you've never come right out and said it." She took a deep breath, sighing before looking back at him. "Blaine. I like you, I've told you this but I'll say it again. I like you and I don't want to be friends, fuck-buddies, or friends with benefits, I want to be with you. I want us to give each other a chance to show people that we aren't who they think we are. That I'm not just a stuck-up cheerleader and you're not this punk-ass kid."

"But we are those kids Rachel," Blaine said. "At least to some extent, and there's no changing their minds-"

"Their minds aren't the ones that matter! It's ours; we're the only ones who matter to each other. I know it because this"- She motioned to him with her hands- "This image is just that, an image and nothing more. Maybe it has worked with other people but the boy I met three weeks ago is not the same one I slept with that night. The one I slept with that night cared about me even if you won't admit it. I knew this as soon as I woke up and found myself still in your bed. If you truly believe you are this asshole you portray yourself to be and don't think you're capable of change, you would've woken my ass up and kicked me out the door, clothes or no clothes.

"We both have our issues but I know that we're capable of changing the way we are. If not around other people, than around each other. I know, I've seen it and that's why I don't think you'd be willing to give this a chance, because you're afraid it might actually work and you'll be happy." Blaine just stared at Rachel, listening to her as she spoke and when she stopped, she looked up at him. "That's all I have to say Blaine. Now it's your turn. I don't want some bull-crap about being a bad person, how we aren't good for each other, how you'll hurt me or anything. All I want to hear is whether you want to be with me or not. It's simple."

"Rachel I-" Blaine began to speak but he had to stop. He didn't know what his answer was, and neither did Rachel. She laughed sadly at his failed attempt to speak and shook her head. "It's okay, I expected nothing less. You know the way out," Rachel gestured weakly at her bedroom door before she turned her back on him.

"Rachel!" Blaine stepped toward her, but she ran into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind her. This time when the girl left, he chased after her. "Rachel!" He was shouting now, pressing himself against the bathroom door. He couldn't hear anything but water running, and Blaine's chest ached. She had already taken a shower, he knew because her hair was wet when he arrived. She was running the water either because she didn't want to hear him or because she didn't want him to hear her.

"Rachel, open the door," He pleaded. Knowing she was on the other side, probably crying because of him made Blaine hate himself. He knew how he felt, he's known since that night when Rachel showed up upset and he fell asleep beside her. He's known since the first time she talked back to him and since the first time he slept with her, and how it didn't feel like a one night stand, that it felt special. Blaine just didn't have the strength to tell her cause he had been so afraid. But now, he realized he wasn't afraid of that anymore, she believed they could work, she wanted them to and so did he, the only thing he was afraid of was that she wouldn't listen to him and even if she did, that she wouldn't believe him.

Blaine waited a few minutes, hoping she would come out but he could still hear the water running. Frustrated, Blaine didn't know what to do. He didn't want to leave, but he also didn't want to wait around outside the bathroom door. He needed to get in there; he needed to tell her how he felt before she completely convinced herself that he didn't care.

Scanning the room, Blaine searched for something long and thin. He fumbled through her desk and dresser before he found a box of bobby pins. He stole one and pried the metal until it was nearly straight. With ease, he slid it into the lock and heard the door unlock. Carefully, he opened the door and steam poured out, heating his face instantly.

Blaine didn't call out Rachel's name this time because he knew she was there. He could see her small silhouette behind the shower curtain and hear her crying. Blaine knelt beside the bathtub and whispered to her through the curtain. "Rachel, I care about you." He said softly. "I care about you so much, and just now, hesitating, I know now how much that must've hurt you to know that I might not. I'm sorry. I'm not used to feeling this way about someone, it's been so long, and there so strong right now that it scared me off. It scared me so much, but losing you now scares me because it means I fucked up again, blowing my chances." Rachel didn't answer him.

Blaine sighed and fingered the edge of the curtain, wondering if he should pull it back. He did and what he saw made his mouth drop. Rachel had curled herself in a ball beneath the shower fall, her knees to her chest with her head buried in them. This was the first time Blaine had seen Rachel naked since she had fought Quinn and Santana, and he could see the fading bruises and cuts that her clothes had been able to hide from him.

Rachel didn't look up at him, only shook slightly beneath the water as sobs ran through her body. She had shut down, and Blaine had no idea if she had heard him or not. Either way, if he couldn't tell her how he felt, he would show her. He stripped off his jacket and shirt leaving him bare-chested in his jeans.

Carefully he reached across the shower and picked up a wash cloth. He poured some soap into it and rubbed it between his hands so it would lather. Blaine then pressed it against Rachel's shoulders, gently moving it across her shoulder blades and down her back. He was extra careful on her arms where he knew she had cuts, but the noises that came out of her weren't painful, just appreciative. Knowing that she wasn't opposed, Blaine coaxed her silently to lean back so he could wash her legs. Blaine's mind didn't even register Rachel's naked, wet body in front of him. The only thing he had on his mind was making her feel better, as he cleaned her up and took down the shower head to rinse her body.

Afterwards, Blaine dried off Rachel and applied new bandages, and she just let him do so. It's what she wanted after all, someone to take care of her. So Blaine wrapped her robe around her shoulders, tying it shut, and carried her to bed. It was only 5 o'clock but as soon as Blaine laid her down, Rachel looked sleepy. She mumbled a thank you, before closing her eyes and Blaine smiled. He leaned down to plant one small kiss on her temple before he began to stand up.

Rachel felt the bed shift from his weight and she opened her eyes, reaching for his hand. Blaine stopped when he felt her fingers wrap around his. "Stay with me," She whispered, looking up at him hopefully. Blaine wasn't about to disappoint her again, so he kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed beside her.

Rachel shifted back a bit so her back was against Blaine's chest and he sighed. His arm snaked over her waist, pulling her tightly to him so he could rest his chin on her head. Rachel's fingers intertwined with his, gripping them tightly and he smiled softly, suddenly sleepy, the comfortable embrace calming him to sleep. Before Blaine closed his eyes, a thought passed through his head as he took in the sight before him.

Blaine Anderson was spooning.

Then he realized that he didn't really care.