rachel.

Maybe this was part of why she was so glad that he was still
here. He could make her feel better about everything in an instant and she
didn´t even feel guilty for smiling. Rachel knew it was a stupid thing, to feel
guilty about feeling better in the first place, Finn would have wanted her to
be happy again, but sometimes she couldn´t help it. She knew Kurt felt the same
way and whenever they talked about it they started crying. Right now she didn´t
feel like crying at all though, she felt like smiling.

“You know,” She began, yelping slightly when she was pulled
even closer to him. Her lips curved into a smile and for a moment Rachel simply
relaxed, closing her eyes. So what if being happy wasn´t all that bad? It
didn´t mean that losing Finn hurt any less, but maybe this was their way to
deal with it. “You should,” She finally spoke again, turning her head ever
slightly so she could look up at him. “And you shouldn´t worry so much about
it. Honestly, it looks great.”

Her lips were still curled into a smile, her full attention
on Blaine now and the movie almost forgotten as it played in the background. “It´s
what makes you stick out, you know? And I mean in a good way. People will
remember you by that hair and in New York you´ll want to be remembered. Maybe
keep it that way as long as you´re here and then when you´re here for good you
can let the curls run free again,” Rachel smiled, snuggling into him even
further. “Barbra dared to be bold and stuck to her true self, so you should do
the same. Finn was always true to himself and that´s what I loved about him.”

Now that they were snuggled in so close together that he had the chance to wrap his arms completely around her, Blaine did exactly that after relaxing back against the wall of pillows she had on her bed (seriously, how does such a tiny person need this many pillows?) for support.  Then used his hold, first dropping the leg beside her and stretching it out, to pull her right up against his chest.  Once there, with relative ease and a little nudging, Rachel was cradled between his knees once he was in the clear to bend the one he nudged her over again.  There.  Perfect.  Rachel had herself a Blaine cocoon and he had a pillow to rest his chin down on top of.  That being her thick hair and the top of her head.  

A laugh huffed out of his chest, breath warm across the strands of hair just under his mouth.  “Okay.  Deal.  I try walking around with moderate to light gel in my hair for the next couple of days and you have to go out to dinner with me and Kurt so I have two people to hide me from view if I start to get self conscious about it.  Fair enough?”  One foot went in the direction of the nearest blanket that was no where close enough for him to reach without messing up their very comfortable position.  

“You should grab that because I’m thinking a blanket is the only way to make this even better.” A little warmth would do them both some good.  His mind wandered to Kurt in the ‘room’ not very far off.  If he woke up, he’d know to come here.  They could make a pile on the bed for all he cared.  The closer they were to each other, it seemed the less it hurt.  There was healing there, right?  Before..it was 50/50 on if it made things better or reminded them of who they lost. “Any other tips for how I should blend, but not too much, for this soon to be brand new New Yorker?”