FUNNY. Rachel had always imagined herself running to KURT first when she took that last intimate step with Finn. That she’d want to gush to her best friend about how magical it had all been, bouncing excitedly on her toes while Kurt asked an obscene amount of questions. Not about THAT, Kurt would probably rather burn all his Prada than hear that kind of detail about Rachel and his step-brother. But about the night – who had made the first move, what had been said. If there had been candles, roses, soft music floating in the background. What was the thread count of the sheets she’d lost it in, and wondering if there a piece of furniture in his house he never wanted to sit in again. Wanting to know what had been the phrase, action, or feeling that had FINALLY gotten Rachel over whatever had been holding her back for the last eight months.
But it wasn’t Kurt she found herself searching the McKinley hallways for. It was Blaine.
There was no one at McKinley who would better understand her in this moment than her Tony. No one else who had ever understood her openness when it came to sexuality and yet hesitation at following it through to the final act. But Blaine had been there for her when even ARTIE was ragging on her for wanting to hang onto that milestone just a little longer. He’d shared her view; he’d been on her team when she’d needed him. It was only fitting she wanted to tell him first.
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you EVERYWHERE.” Rachel exhaled with relief, already planting one of her tiny hands on the sleeve of Blaine’s sweater. “I have to tell you something. About why I never showed up to the party.”
Blaine couldn’t wipe the everpresent happy, to the point of goofy if he wasn’t paying attention, permanent smile off his face. It’d been there the whole weekend. Only tapering off when he was busy and his mind went elsewhere then returning when a flashback that sent shivers down his spine and caused his toes to curl right back up at random, sometimes very inopportune, times. His friends were going to figure it out if he wasn’t careful. Not that he and Kurt were hiding what they did because of any sort of regret or care what the others might think. It was only.. Kurt and he wanted to keep what they shared for the two of them for as long as possible.
What happened was the most special night of their lives. You couldn’t blame them to not want to spend every second answering a million and one questions about what went on. Especially when a few of their friends lacked any sort of filter when it came to asking questions about what ‘gay stuff’ was like. Or how it worked. Or who was what role or.. You get the point.
It didn’t mean that Blaine wasn’t aching to tell someone. To explode into glittery rose petals and gush about sharing that part of himself with the person he loved the most. He was. Maybe just to one person. The one that stuck by him throughout the days leading up to it. She shared his fears and his hesitations and made a handful of blundering mistakes that were borderline awful like he did. His Maria. And then, suddenly. There she was. Pulling his attention from the book he had in one hand and the coffee he was casually sipping in his chair inside the library with the other. Blinking, Blaine looked up. His olive cheeks went pink and..holy cow..did Rachel??
“Rachel! Y-Yeah. Okay. Tell me,” his hand covered hers and he curled up in the chair to face her, eyes bright and curious and hopeful. “Is it what I’m thinking? Did you..? Seriously?”
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