*Authors Note* Hi everyone! I'm sorry on the wait, but school is ending so I'm studying for finals and everything so this story is NOT abandoned. School will be over in two weeks, so just pull through with me. This chapter is a bit shorter, but I didn't want to draw it out any longer by adding stuff that would ruin the fluff of the chapter, because it is fluffy, besides a little bit of Blaine's backstory, but it was necessary :)

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Chapter 15

The next morning Rachel had woken up again next to Blaine. They didn't speak to each other because their bodies said it all for them.

It was the second time they had given themselves to each and it felt even better than the last. This time there was no rush of stripping clothes or sinful, lusting words. Instead when they had awakened, Blaine had carefully taken the robe off of Rachel. The way he had touched her convinced Rachel that he was a different person. His hands didn't grope her. They glided over her so softly it was like he wasn't touching her. A ghost touch; like he memorizing every single curve and feature of her body. Blaine's hand ran down Rachel's arm softly, taking her hand in his, lacing their fingers together in a seemingly innocent gesture, though she moaned beneath him softly, whispering his name like it was a secret that only the two of them shared.

When Rachel's orgasm hit she tightened around him gasping silently, afraid that if she made any noise it would ruin the moment. It was the best she had ever felt and feeling Blaine come with her only intensified the sensation. Her chest heaved with her panting breaths until Blaine's slow thrusts stopped and he hovered over her for a moment, before rolling over so they were facing each other. Rachel opened her eyes to see Blaine's looking back at her. He smiled, brushing her hair back from her face and neck to see her own.

"Thank you," She spoke the first words of the day.

"It was my pleasure,"

Rachel laughed softly. "I meant for last night,"

"So did I," He laughed with her.

Rachel stared at him, happy to see him laughing. "Blaine are you happy?" It was sort of a rhetorical question, but she wanted to hear him say it, almost like the past hours were unreal. She couldn't help it if she had some small doubts left over.

"Right now? Yes, I would say I am." Rachel smiled, and he stroked her cheek, wiping those doubts away. "… I'm sorry it took me so long,"

"I figured you'd come around eventually," Rachel smiled to reassure him. She was blissfully happy at the moment and didn't want him over-thinking.

"It's not just that," Blaine propped himself on his elbow, hovering over her slightly, but still brushing her hair back. "It wasn't until last night I realized how much you've been hurt. I'm sorry that Quinn did that to you, and calling me after wouldn't have done much good anyways, I mean I blew you off yesterday, after Lopez." The words were a struggle. Blaine never felt guilty about anything, or hasn't in a long time, and he rarely ever apologized for anything either. "These feelings, I haven't had them in such a long time, they scared me. The last time I ever felt this way about someone, it just never worked out…"

Rachel sat up beside Blaine, pulling the comforter up around herself. "What do you mean?" She didn't want to pry, but at the same time this was the most Blaine had ever exposed himself to her. She knew he had a rough past, but the details of it had never been elaborated.

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck wondering if he should tell Rachel about Ellie or not. He decided not to, exposing her to that type of information, and that specific part of his past might not be the best. Also, Logan somehow already knew about Rachel, Blaine didn't want Rachel knowing anything about him. Instead, Blaine told her about something else. Something he hasn't talked about in six years. "When I was twelve, I got into a car accident. My mom, my brother, and I were up at our grandfather's lake house in Erie. My mom… she was drunk. She wasn't a drunk, but she was intoxicated enough that she couldn't drive. We should've stayed there for the night, but she had this flight in the morning that she couldn't miss. So, my brother Cooper got behind the wheel. He was almost sixteen, and he knew the basics of the road, but to get home we had to go on the freeway." Blaine took a deep breath. "I don't know what happened, someone must've hit something and they spun out. It was too dark and Cooper didn't know how to turn on the brights. By the time he saw the car, it was too late and it hit us, head on."

Blaine turned his back on Rachel, letting his feet hang over the side of the bed. "They died…" He whispered, afraid if he spoke any louder his voice might break. It was the first time since the accident that he ever said those words. "I barely got the chance to mourn them… I woke up in the hospital days after it happened, and my dad didn't come to visit me at all. A friend of mine's father who worked there had to drive me home. My own dad… he was so angry. He blamed me for it. I only survived because I was sitting in the back seat, but I was the only thing there he could vent and use as a release for everything he was feeling. He constantly reminded me it was my fault. He beat me down so much after it, made me feel so guilty I didn't even attend the burial. Not that he would've let me anyways."

Rachel didn't say a word; she only sat up behind him, gently rubbing his back. The gesture was supposed to make him feel better, but it didn't. Though he appreciated it.

"I got visit their graves every year, the day after the accident. I don't run the risk of running into my dad. I know he goes there on the anniversary because I always see the flowers he leaves there. I haven't seen him since I was 15 but the last time I went I saw the flowers. That's how I knew he was at least still alive, even though he hasn't contacted me. I don't even care to be honest." Blaine shrugged. He secretly hoped for the day he could go to his mom's and brother's grave and place flowers on it without being beaten to it the day before.

Rachel slid her arms over his shoulders, to clasp them with his in front of him. She leaned her chin on his shoulder, but didn't say a word. She could tell how hard it was for him, because she knew him, and this was a different side of him she had never seen. Maybe one no one has ever seen and because of that, Rachel respected him, and just held him, placing small kisses on his shoulder and neck, waiting for him to be alright again.

"Come on," He said after a moment, "We need to get ready; we'll make it just in time for 1st period." Blaine handed Rachel her robe, and gave her a quick kiss before leaving her room to let her get ready.

He ran out to his bike real quick to grab the extra set of clothes he always had stashed in the trunk-compartment. Smiling sadly, Blaine ran his hand over his bike. He'd gotten it a while after he got out of juvie. It was a lot cheaper, and getting a motorcycle license was easier than a car. Not only did he like how it added to his image, he appreciated it more for its maneuverability. Despite what people might say about motorcycle's being dangerous, Blaine always thought it would be a lot easier to avoid accidents with something that was three times as small as a car.

Blaine cleaned himself up quickly. A shower didn't take very long and neither did brushing his teeth and getting dressed. Surprisingly, Rachel was waiting for him when he was done. Her hair was down and she wore hip-hugger jeans with a button down blue top. "I don't have practice today," She said, shrugging.

Blaine smiled, and they walked out together to the driveway. Blaine went over to grab his backpack from his bike, when Rachel followed and began to strap on the helmet. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Aren't you driving?"

Rachel smiled, and clasped the latch beneath her chin. "Last time I checked, it's the boyfriend who drives the girlfriend to school." Blaine wasn't sure how to respond, until the helmet fell over Rachel's eyes, and he burst into laughter. She was laughing to, struggling to put it back up on her head and keeping it there. "Here," Blaine leaned over, took the straps beneath her chin, and pulled it tightly. The helmet sat, and he could see Rachel's face. "Thanks," She smiled.

"Let's go," He said, throwing one leg over the bike to straddle it. He leaned forward to leave space for Rachel to sit. Her arms circled around his waist, and he felt the heaviness of the helmet on his back. Smirking, Blaine didn't ask if she was ready. He pressed the clutch, and hit the gas, and then they were speeding down the street. Blaine weaved in between and through cars, using his turn signal before every time he cut someone off. Rachel shrieked and laughed until the pulled up in front of McKinley.

Blaine glanced at his clock. It was ten minutes before the first bell. There were still plenty of kids hanging out outside before class, and most of them were staring at Blaine and Rachel. Ignoring them, he parked the bike and let Rachel off. "Go ahead; they won't care if I'm late. I'm just going to go park in the back alright?"

"Alright," Rachel smiled, strapping the helmet on the back of the bike. "I'll see you later," She gave him a kiss, like it was nothing, in front of most of the student body, then headed toward the school. Blaine watched, noticing how no one said anything to her, but that didn't stop them from staring at her.

Starting his motorcycle back up, Blaine revved the engine loudly, causing some of the Cheerio's off to the left to scream and he smirked. Everyone else turned to look at him, but Blaine didn't care. He was used to the judgmental looks but he didn't want Rachel to succumb to them either.

Blaine hit the gas and pulled the motorcycle around the building. He was surprised that after he parked the bike, that when he looked up he would be face to face with Finn Hudson and Noah Puckerman. "What do you want frank-n-teen?"

"I want to know what the hell your doing with Rachel?" He demanded.

"If you're asking you must know." Blaine shrugged. "Or you're too stupid to figure it out. Why don't you ask Puckerman, I'm sure the two of you could pull together some dim-witted answer."

"Hey man, don't bring me into this," Puck said from behind Finn.

"Than what the hell are you doing here?" Blaine asked. "What?" He turned to Finn. "You need Puck to fight your battles, because I'll admit that was a smart move on your part, knowing you can't win a fight on your own."

"Is that a challenge?" Finn took a step toward Blaine, looming over him. Finn had a height, and body mass advantage over him, but that was about it. Side-stepping Finn, he walked past Puck. "You're no challenge." Blaine laughed.

"You're getting yourself in some trouble here, Anderson," Finn warned. "Stay away from Rachel; she doesn't need you hurting her."

"Oh that's some joke!" Blaine pointed out. "Considering you're the one who yelled at her and broke up with her, because she cheated on you when really the person who's at fault is standing right beside you and everything seems hunky-dory. I'm not going to hurt her anymore than you did." Blaine scoffed and began to walk away.

"Keep telling yourself that Anderson," Finn called after him. "In the end, we'll know who she ends up with. Maybe it won't be me, but it definitely won't be the Lima-Loser either."

Blaine kept walking, blocking Finn out, until he was finally inside McKinley's walls, ignoring the chastising secretary, telling him that he was late, something he was already aware of. He spotted Rachel down the hall at his locker. She turned when she heard him and smiled. "Why aren't you in class?" He asked.

"You took a bit too long parking," At least she wasn't stupid. "Is everything alright?"

Blaine forced a smile, and nodded. "Of course." He knew when someone was taunting him, and that's exactly what Finn had done. He ignored him, figuring he just wasn't worth it that day. Next time, if the idiot was stupid enough to confront him, he would do something about it, but he wasn't about to let Hudson ruin one of the first good days he's had in a while.

" Come on," Blaine grabbed Rachel's hand, and smiled down at her. "I'll walk you to class."