A/N: okay, um, I really can't get out of this can i?
Okay, I know five months is far too long, and pretty much unjustifiable, but I guess I haven't really been in the right mindset to actually write something because my school is evil
Anyway, this really is a filler chapter for linking the last chapter to the next, so yeah.
There is a lot of cute stuff between finn, blaine and sam, and a wee bit of brochel (ew. i know im sorry, but it's essential for plot line) [I couldn't choose between jesse/puck/brody, so I legit picked the name from a hat, and I don't like brody anymore but I guess the fates have spoken]
Anyway, I really hope you enjoy it, and I am SO sorry to keep you waiting.
Reviews are the best and I really love them
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from bad spelling, poor grammar and mediocre storylines.
Thanks to Cee, Ellie, Kit and Bea for being so supportive. I love you all so much!
Chapter 7
At Quinn's unrelenting persistence, Rachel had agreed to meet Blaine and his friends. She didn't know why Quinn was so excited about it, especially after what happened with them, but she decided that it couldn't hurt.
The main thing on her mind was Finn: The boy who made her heart skip a beat whenever he walked towards her, or looked her way, or even spoke to her. Lately, they had taken to sitting sat together in the classes they shared, going to the same places for lunch, be it a delicatessen, cafe or restaurant, and for the most part of each day, they were inseparable.
Once she had gotten in the door, she placed her bag by the counter and made her way to the kitchen. As she took out the necessary ingredients for a cup of coffee, she was startled by a familiar voice, and. She turned around to see her childhood friend, Brody Weston. Brody was the son of one of her dad's friends whom she had known since they were little. Rachel used to have a crush on him, but that had soon faded.
"Hey, Brody. How's it going?"
"It's going good Rachel," he said with a crooked smile, "how's Juilliard?" He said with a crooked smile.
"Juilliard is great, I'm having a really good time so far." She answered, but her mind was focussing on Finn rather than Brody, whom she had always found to be very forward—he was honest, and never held anything back, which was something she hadn't come across in many other boys. "And you?" She asked, as she turned back to her coffee.
"Yeah, it's okay I guess, I would have preferred NYADA if I'm honest." he replied.
"I know, but it's unbelievably hard to get in there. We were lucky to even get to audition." Rachel said, with her mind elsewhere.
Brody looked at her with an expression she knew extremely well. It was a 'You have something you're not telling me' look. She turned back to her coffee pot, "Why are looking at me like that?"
"Rachel, I've known you since we were two years old..."
She raised an eyebrow at her friend, "And?"
"What's his name?" He asked bluntly. She began to panic a little, his smile maintaining it's curiosity.
"He doesn't have a name..." She said weakly, as she took a sip of her coffee.
"So, he exists?"
Blaine watched through the window as the rain trickled down. He needed to make some progress on his project, but he wasn't in the mood right now.
Finn had left to attend his classes, while Blaine's had finished around two, leaving him alone in the apartment. Sam was set to come in the door any minute.
He had just decided to watch some TV when the door rattled, and blew open swiftly, revealing a very doused Sam. He shook off the rain from his shoulders, throwing his hair back and, sending raindrops all over the hallway. Sam had his 'I'm sorry' present in his bag, and was ready to give it to him. He sighed heavily, causing Blaine to turn his head back sharply, and get up from the sofa.
Sam gulped and Blaine nodded in return; Things couldn't get any more awkward. Then, with no words uttered, Sam opened his bag to retrieve a white bowtie that was dashed with four leafed clovers, and handed it over to Blaine.
Blaine stared at it, then he looked at Sam. "What is this?" he asked, his eyes filled with confusion.
"It's a bow-tie... with shamrocks on it." Sam said, trying to contain his excitement at finding the perfect gift for Blaine.
"Yeah, it is... I know that, but why do you have one?" Blaine was still completely dumbfounded.
"Well, I felt so bad about the other day, like I can't even begin to explain how awful I still feel about it..." he trailed off, only for Blaine to cock his eyebrow in question, bringing encouraging Sam to continue, "...and I felt that a 'sorry' wasn't enough. So I got you this. I know it isn't much, and I know you have a million of them already, but it was the best I could think of."
"Where did you get it?" Blaine asked, carefully analysing the accessory.
"That Irish market in Queens. The one we passed on the way to the pub where you got totally wasted."
Blaine looked down at the bow-tie, and smiled. It was one of those, 'Oh Sam you idiot' smiles.
He then looked up at the significantly taller blonde, and regarded him.
Please, please say something Blaine... Sam thought to himself.
Blaine scoffed, and said, "Come here you dumb-ass." He held open his arms, and embraced Sam, although hugging tall people was always difficult for Blaine, since he was, as he liked to refer to it, vertically challenged.
Sam hugged him back, relieved that Blaine had forgiven him. Well, he hadn't actually said, 'you're forgiven', but a hug was just as good.
At that moment, the door swung open, and Finn ambled in shaking his umbrella, and a smile plastered across his face. He looked up at his two friends hugging with their arms around each other in the living room and laughed. "Jeez guys, get a room!"
Blaine and Sam separated, and Blaine looked down at his bow-tie once more, his obvious excitement made Sam smile.
"Shut up, Finn." Sam exclaimed. He turned back to Blaine, and they exchanged an awkward glance once more.
"Dude, just to say, I am really sorry about what happened, that was totally uncool, and I wasn't being a bro."
Blaine chuckled. "Don't worry, Sam, it's cool. Everything is fine with Quinn..." He didn't get to the end of his sentence before Sam cut him off with another exclamation.
"Damn! Quinn— I have to apologise to her, too. I bet she doesn't even want to see me..."
"Au contraire, my yellow headed friend." Blaine quipped, causing Finn to turn around and watch him.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Quinn and I have arranged a second, and hopefully more successful and less dramatic meeting." He turned to Finn. "You're coming too, Mr Hudson."
"Me?" Finn pointed to himself, clueless as to why he had been invited.
"Yes you, idiot! I mentioned you a few times, and she wants to meet you." Blaine was reeling with anticipation. He couldn't wait to see the look on Finn's face when he saw Rachel there with Quinn and Kurt. Friday couldn't come fast enough.
"Okay, okay! Anything to take my mind off Santana showing up. I'm still not right after it." Finn said disdainfully; just the thought of her being in the city had him seething.
"Dude. Calm down. She can't find you again. This is New York, remember?" Sam replied.
"Yeah... yeah, you're right." He smiled at Sam, and nodded in thanks. He then turned to Blaine, asking him when and where he wanted him to be.
"It's a little restaurant called 'Mariano's' on Lexington. It's Quinn's favourite place, so she suggested it. Friday, six pm." Blaine could barely contain his excitement, leading Sam to question him.
"Dude, why are you getting so worked up?"
He replied with a bright and dreamy smile, saying, "I'm just... excited for Finn to meet Quinn, that's all." Finn and Sam merely exchanged sceptical glances.
"Well, I'm going to have a shower..." Finn extracted himself from the huddle, and he walked to wards the bathroom, turning only for a moment to say, "I'm glad you guys made up." with a smile.
Sam grinned back, and Blaine nudged him playfully, picking up his new bow-tie and walking off to his bedroom.
Sam, feeling like the world had been removed from his shoulders, flopped onto the sofa, sprawling out, and sighing in relief. Not only because Blaine had forgiven him, but because he was getting got another chance with Quinn. A chance to show her that he wasn't an ass or some crazed stalker. Which, in truth, he kind of was; but what she didn't know couldn't hurt her.
The day had finally arrived. The day when Blaine and Quinn could unite their friends in what they hoped would be a hilarious encounter. They had been texting each other throughout the day, much to Finn's confusion.
"Why do you keep texting her, Blaine? You're going to see her later." Finn questioned turning himself away from the TV he was watching mindlessly.
"She keeps texting me. I'm just being polite." Blaine said, and it must have it coame out a lot sassier than he had meant it to, as he could see Finn's face fall a little.
"Sorry, I'm just really psyched about this."
"Yeah I know. I just don't understand why. You've been so excited but so secretive, I don't get it."
Blaine smirked. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough." Finn's face resumed it's state of confusion, and he went back to channel hopping.
Sam walked in from the kitchen, devouring a sandwich that filled the entire apartment with such a stench that Finn had to leave the room, and Blaine had to open a window.
"Sam, what the hell did you put in that sandwich?" Blaine asked with his fingers holding his nose as tight as possible, without blocking his breathing.
Sam looked down at his plate, "Umm... tuna, mayo..." he looked between the bread slices, as if he actually had no idea as to what was in it. "I don't know, egg, maybe?"
Blaine stared at him in disgust. "Sam, those eggs went off days ago, I told you to throw them away!"
Sam just shrugged, and walked back into the kitchen, hearing a muffled Blaine through the door, shouting "Why would you put that in a sandwich anyway? Surely the smell alone would make you want to gag?"
Sam ignored him, continuing to eat it anyway, until he saw Finn walk in with a peg on his nose.
"Dude you look ridiculo—" He was cut off when Finn handed him a toothbrush, toothpaste and mouth wash. The menacing look on his face was all Sam needed to head to the bathroom. When he returned, he felt a chill run through him. Finn had opened every single window in the apartment, causing the cold New York air to stream into every crevice in the apartment. Sam went on to close the windows, and try to regain the heat that had been so cruelly taken from him; only to see Blaine dart around the apartment, making sure everything was off and closed.
He saw Sam sit down at the kitchen table and screeched, "Why aren't you dressed?"
Sam looked down at himself, as if to check that he was actually wearing clothes. "Um... I am dressed..."
Blaine sighed, "You can't go out like that; this is a fancy place, at least put on a shirt."
Sam nodded, "Fancy? As in expensive?"
"Yes, which is why jeans and a Beatles Tee are not appropriate."
Sam scoffed, walked over to Blaine and put his hand on his shoulder, "Fine, but you know I can't pay right?"
Blaine rolled his eyes, firmly removing Sam's hand from his shoulder, "And why would that be?"
"Can't afford it... and I think you could stifle a little bit for me, especially since Daddy left you his credit card? "
"Emergency Credit Card." He looked at Sam, and realised that one little dinner couldn't hurt. "Okay, fine! But only this once."
At that moment, Finn walked in, adjusting his tie, "You guys ready to go?" His tongue stuck out at the complicated nature of tying it.
Blaine looked over at Sam—it was, a look which told him to go get ready.
"Yeah, I'll just throw something else on." Sam said quickly. "Five minutes."
"You need help big guy?" Blaine chuckled as he watched Finn struggle.
"If you can reach." Finn smirked, as Blaine walked over and tied the tie for him. "Thanks dude." he said with an embarrassed smile.
"No problem, but you have got to learn to tie a tie. It's kind of a necessity."
Finn rolled his eyes but didn't drop his smile as he said, "Yeah whatever..." he turned back to call for Sam. Soon enough they were ready to leave.
Blaine couldn't wait to see how this would pan out.
Rachel was at Quinn's house with Kurt, as they had decided to get ready together. Quinn was constantly texting Blaine and, every time her phone buzzed, Rachel got a little more agitated. "Why on earth are you still talking? Surely you must have run out things to say?" she asked.
Quinn answered absent mindedly, "Yeah that's lovely, Rachel." Causing Rachel to roll her eyes.
"So ladies, what do you think?" Kurt was wearing a black shirt, tucked into cherry red trousers.
Rachel smirked, "Dressing to impress, huh?" Kurt glared at her in return, immediately regretting informing her on his attraction to Blaine. Thankfully Quinn was too into her phone to notice.
Kurt ignored Rachel, turning to Quinn. "Quinn, how do I look?"
Quinn smiled, "You look great Kurt. Now promise me this is your final decision, if we don't leave soon we'll miss our reservation."
"Yes Quinnie, it's final. I'm ready to go now."
"Great, let's go!" Quinn was itching to leave, for reasons unknown to Rachel and Kurt.
"What's the deal Quinn? You are really excited about this?" Rachel questioned.
Quinn looked up sharply, displaying a wholesome smile. "No deal. Just excited for you to meet Blaine." she said as she linked arms with them both. Quinn slid them into the car, pausing to send one final text to Blaine.
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* Ready as I'll ever be :P *
End Note: I'm on Christmas break now, hoping to update soon x