rachel.

Rachel knew that she was being selfish, but she couldn´t
help it. Finn´s death had thrown her off track, and she had been trying to stay
strong for Kurt and even for Carol, but the truth was: She was broken. Not
necessarily because she had still been in love with him, but because she had
figured he would always be a part of her life and now that image of her future
had just been ripped apart.

He had been Blaine´s friend too, though, and simply relying
on Blaine to make her feel better, even if he was offering, was selfish. He was
suffering too, and yet here he was, trying to take care of both Kurt and her.
Rachel sighed, cradling the tea mug he had given her in her hands.

When Blaine told her he´d stay Rachel felt as if a part of
the weight she´d been carrying around with her had been lifted off of her. She
offered him what she assumed was a smile, the best she could come up with.

“Audrey.” She finally decided, because as much as she loved
Barbra: It would remind her too much of the times she had made Finn watch Funny
Girl with her. Rachel put the tea aside and scrambled out of bed, going for her
DVD collections. She went through it for a little while before pulling out a
case.

“How about Roman Holiday? I heard they´ll be holding
auditions for a revival on Broadway soon!”

The tiniest smile from Rachel made Blaine feel like he’d just moved a mountain all by himself.  A swell of relief and happiness made his heavy heart feel lighter as he searched her eyes and reflected it with the same upward curve of his lips right back.  Even if it was barely there, it meant everything to him.  “Audrey it is..  I’m more in the mood for her anyway.  Then again,” he asked trying to perk up even brighter, “When is there ever not a good time for Miss Hepburn?”

His hands were waiting, ready for the DVD when she drew close and he waved towards the bed as soon as he took it.  “Go get comfy.  Or I’m claiming three quarters of the mattress all to myself.  You have yet to encounter my starfish capabilities.  They’re pretty impressive.”

When his back was to her–Blaine took just a second to center himself as he thumbed the DVD in the player and flicked the volume button on the TV up a few notches keeping it low enough so Kurt wouldn’t wake up but loud enough for them to enjoy.  His smile fell, his eyes went tired. Both were erased by the same lopsided smile he had a minute ago the second he had the remote in his hand and scurried back to her side grabbing her hairbrush off her dresser on the way.

“I love you, Rachel Berry.  You know that,” he asked with a hum as he rested his back against the headboard and crossed his legs under one another.  “Come here,” motioned down to his lap and wiggled the brush.  “I’ll brush your hair while we watch.  Deal?”