Title: Tonight You Belong to MePairing: mentions of Klaine; eventual BlainchelSummary: Blaine wasn’t entirely sure why Rachel Berry found her way to his doorstep any time she was drunk; but he was quickly discovering that he learned more about himself every time she did it.Type: FicletRating: Eventually NC-17Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but the idea :)AN2: This fic basically laps over Rachel and Kurt’s sophomore year in college; around 20 years old. Which means any drinking that is done is with the help of a fake ID. So unless stated otherwise (like unless I say ‘a year’ later) Kurt and Rachel are 20 and Blaine is 19.
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The next time Rachel showed up on his doorstep Blaine had just said goodbye to Kurt; like literally, he had just closed the door after giving him a kiss. He was surprised they hadn’t run into each other on the long walk down the hall and steps to the New York street below.
Blaine hadn’t turned a fraction away from his front door before he jumped a mile high at her pounding on the white painted wood; the frame shaking from the force of her hits.
"Christ!" He shook his head, his heart still pounding in his chest; pumping anxiety through his veins that made his fingers tingle. "Rachel—"
The door was open for only a moment before she rushed past, her shoulder slamming into his with a force that knocked him back into his kitchen counter. Her purse fell from her shoulder as she rushed into his bedroom to reach his bathroom; he winced as he heard the toilet lid slam open against the porcelain and Rachel heave.
Blaine rubbed his shoulder and closed the door, picking up her purse to set it on the bed as he went into the bathroom. He kneeled down next to her, pulling her hair back into his one hand as she threw up. She coughed roughly, her hands squeezing the sides of the toilet bowl. She whimpered and pulled back a fraction as Blaine’s other hand rubbed her back.
"Shh, you’re okay." He muttered softly. "Take a few deep breaths."
When he was sure she was done throwing up he gently wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back into him as he flushed the toilet.
"Can you stand?"
Chapter 2: Ninety Percent 

Title: Tonight You Belong to Me
Pairing: mentions of Klaine; eventual Blainchel
Summary: Blaine wasn’t entirely sure why Rachel Berry found her way to his doorstep any time she was drunk; but he was quickly discovering that he learned more about himself every time she did it.
Type: Ficlet
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but the idea :)
AN2: This fic basically laps over Rachel and Kurt’s sophomore year in college; around 20 years old. Which means any drinking that is done is with the help of a fake ID. So unless stated otherwise (like unless I say ‘a year’ later) Kurt and Rachel are 20 and Blaine is 19.

Chapter 1 | 

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The next time Rachel showed up on his doorstep Blaine had just said goodbye to Kurt; like literally, he had just closed the door after giving him a kiss. He was surprised they hadn’t run into each other on the long walk down the hall and steps to the New York street below.

Blaine hadn’t turned a fraction away from his front door before he jumped a mile high at her pounding on the white painted wood; the frame shaking from the force of her hits.

"Christ!" He shook his head, his heart still pounding in his chest; pumping anxiety through his veins that made his fingers tingle. "Rachel—"

The door was open for only a moment before she rushed past, her shoulder slamming into his with a force that knocked him back into his kitchen counter. Her purse fell from her shoulder as she rushed into his bedroom to reach his bathroom; he winced as he heard the toilet lid slam open against the porcelain and Rachel heave.

Blaine rubbed his shoulder and closed the door, picking up her purse to set it on the bed as he went into the bathroom. He kneeled down next to her, pulling her hair back into his one hand as she threw up. She coughed roughly, her hands squeezing the sides of the toilet bowl. She whimpered and pulled back a fraction as Blaine’s other hand rubbed her back.

"Shh, you’re okay." He muttered softly. "Take a few deep breaths."

When he was sure she was done throwing up he gently wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back into him as he flushed the toilet.

"Can you stand?"

Chapter 2: Ninety Percent 

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