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Fic - Seasons of Love - Chapter 4: August - Blaine/Rachel

Title: Seasons of Love
Pairing: Every combination of Kurt/Rachel/Finn/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: Kurt and Rachel moved together in NYC, leaving Blaine and Finn, their boyfriends, in Lima. Four really close friends, so close that anything could happen.

This chapter: Chapter 4, August
Pairing: Blaine/Rachel
Warning: drunk sex, cheating
Words: 2000

Previous chapters weren't posted to this community because they weren't Blaine/Rachel, but you can find them all here:
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Rachel was sitting in her room, reading and trying to get her mind off things. Finn and Kurt had left for the evening. Finn didn't say where they were going and Rachel didn't even bother asking. It had been more than a month since Finn and Blaine had moved in, and things had only gotten worse. They had tried having sex a few more times, for the sake of saving their relationship, but it was still awkward and unsatisfying. Neither of them tried to talk about it - Rachel didn't want to confess that she had cheated on him with his gay stepbrother.

Kurt and Blaine seemed to have problems too, so there was a lot of tension in the apartment. Rachel was glad Finn and Kurt weren't there. She would be able to relax and think of something else. A knock on her door reminded her that she wasn't alone in the apartment: Blaine was still there. She told him to come in and set her book aside.

"Hey Rach, what are you doing?"

"Reading," she said, shrugging.

"Is everything okay?"

"I don't really want to talk about it. How about you?"

"Same. I'm just trying to take my mind off things."

Rachel nodded and was about to go back to her book, but Blaine wasn't leaving.

"What do you say we get drunk and forget our troubles?" he suggested.

Rachel looked at him, considering his offer.

"That's actually not a bad idea."

"Give me five minutes, and I'll go down the street to get a few bottles of wine."


After he left, she went in the living room to put on some music – some instrumental jazz to set the mood for a lazy drunken night in. She dimmed the lights and waited for him to come back. He arrived a few minutes later and toed off his shoes, handing her a bag holding four - four! - bottles of red wine.

"Somebody plans to get drunk," she teased, quirking an eyebrow.

"Gotta numb the pain, honey," he replied, winking, and you couldn't guess that he actually felt pain, with the cheerful way he always acted.

"I'll go get some – “ he started to say, on his way to the kitchen, but Rachel cut him off.

"Forget glasses, just bring back a corkscrew!" she yelled through the apartment.

He came back and tossed her the corkscrew, settling on the couch next to her.

"Who wants to get drunk, now?” he teased as she opened two of the bottles and handed him one.

"Shut up. Cheers," she added, clinking their bottles together.

It was awkward at first, as neither of them wanted to talk about what was bothering them. Rachel certainly didn't want to confess that she cheated on her boyfriend with Blaine's boyfriend. She also knew that Blaine was very secretive about his problems: he kept a cheerful façade and insisted he could solve them by himself.

They resorted to talk about school – they were going back in a few weeks – and work. Wine was quickly disappearing and Rachel's bottle was about half empty when the conversation switched to relationships. Rachel sighed.

"I just miss how Finn and I used to be back then... Before New York."

Blaine nodded as if he knew exactly how she felt.

"It's just so different now. We barely ever have sex anymore."

Rachel didn't know what made her talk about that. She never talked about sex with Blaine before, but there she was, and soon enough, she told him everything she could without admitting her adultery. Blaine sat closer to her and pulled her into a hug. His words were slurred as he comforted her and she could see that his bottle was almost empty.

"Honey, you and Finn are a great couple. I think the fact that you're always together now, that you have nowhere to escape, is difficult on you two. I know that he loves you, and I think he's very lucky to have you."

Rachel looked up at him, and her eyes caught on his wet, wine-stained lips.

"You think so?" she asked, her voice barely a squeak.

"I know so, sweetie. You just need to relax. Turn around."

She drank the last swigs from her bottle and set it down before turning her back to Blaine. He kneeled behind her to massage her, sweeping her hair out of the way. He started kneading the muscles of her shoulders. He pushed down the fine straps of her dress, and she could feel how warm and soft his hands were. Blaine was apparently really gifted at back rubs; Rachel could feel all her stress and problems melt away as he pressed hard between her shoulder blades.

Her whole body went limp under his touch; she leaned back on him, the mix of alcohol, warmth, and the relaxing massage making her melt into his arms. Their position made it difficult for him to continue massaging her; he let his fingers graze her arms and the thin fabric of her dress down her sides.

"You're really good at this, you know?" she whispered, curling like a cat against Blaine.

"I try," he chuckled against her ear.

"More wine," she requested, making grabby hands at her empty bottle.

Blaine gently pushed her away to get a new bottle. He uncorked it and took a swig before handing it to her. Rachel took a big gulp of wine and pulled Blaine by his sleeve.

"Get back here," she demanded, going back to cuddling as soon as he sat next to her.

She pressed herself against him, almost sitting in his lap, enjoying his warmth and the way his strong muscles held her. Blaine pulled her closer and buried his face in her hair.

"You smell so good," he murmured, his voice muffled. "So soft," he added, digging his fingers into her mane.

Rachel was feeling so good. The wine was numbing her limbs, but at the same time, it made every inch of her body over sensitive. Blaine's fingers on her scalp were igniting something inside of her that she couldn't quite define. As she looked up and their eyes met, however, she knew. She was burning with desire for Blaine and she needed to be so much closer to him.

She shifted around to straddle him and put her arms around his neck. His hands slid up her thighs to rest on her hips and she felt like he had set her entire body on fire. The air in the room was thick with electricity and a sense of urgency as they stared into each other's eyes. Time seemed to still; an overwhelming wave of lust hit them hard. Rachel closed her eyes for a second, trying to get out of this urging haze.

When she opened them again, her lips were about an inch apart from Blaine's. She could feel his panted breath on her skin; it was simply irresistible. She leaned over and their lips touched at last. Sparks ran down her spine and her fingers curled into his hair, trying to get him even closer. His lips parted to let out a moan and their tongues met, warn and slick, tasting each other.

Blaine's hands trailed up to cup her face, and she remembered that he user to do that way back then, that one time they kissed, and that it turned her on like crazy. He bit on her bottom lip as she pulled at the hem of his shirt. She needed to feel his skin. She slowly pulled his shirt off and pressed herself against him. His warmth irradiated through the thin fabric of her dress and it made her feel more alive that she had in months.

She kissed a trail from his shoulder to his ear, licking the spot where his earlobe met his neck. Blaine hissed and gripped her thighs, bucking his hips up. His mouth found hers and they shared a wet, sloppy kiss.

"Want you so much," he groaned into the kiss.

She ground down in his lap: she wanted to feel just how much he wanted her. His hands found their way under her dress and he caressed her upper thighs, just along the hem of her panties. It was driving her crazy; she needed more, she needed to be touched. She could feel that she was already dripping wet.

"Need you – touch me," she panted desperately in his mouth.

Blaine pushed her off him to make her sit on the couch and he slid to the floor, kneeling between her legs. He reached under her dress, his hands trailing slowly between her thighs. He was dangerously close to her core and the look on his face was primal. She felt like a prey waiting to be devoured – and she wouldn't have it any other way.

He licked his lips and, staring right into her eyes, hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties. He took them off inch by inch, excruciatingly slowly, and never once did he break his gaze. She felt like she was about to burst from anticipation, but she loved seeing him dominant like this. Unable to wait a second longer, she kicked off her panties when they were about mid-calf and she pulled Blaine up for a kiss.

They were licking, biting, panting – they couldn't get enough of each other – and Rachel's hips started bucking up. Blaine kneeled down on the floor again and pushed her dress to her waist. He spread kisses on her open thighs, getting closer and closer until finally...

His warm mouth was on her, his tongue spreading her folds apart. He let out a moan as he tasted her, and the wanton sound made her squeeze her thighs around his head. Blaine's tongue pushed inside of her, his fingers grasping her thighs, and Rachel threw her head back in pleasure. Her fingers dug into his scalp to keep him there. The pleasure mixed with the alcohol made her feel dizzy and she moaned his name, begging for release. Her hands trailed to his back and she planted her nails into his skin. His tongue worked faster, his thumb rubbed her clit to bring her over the edge.

"Blaine, I'm gonna – “

He bit hard on her thigh and she screamed his name as the wave hit her. Blaine watched in awe as she came down panting. She smoothed down her dress and took a sip for the long-forgotten wine bottle.

"Now, come here," she said, pulling him up.

She worked to undo his belt buckle and he stopped her with a hand on her wrist.

"You don't have to, you know..."

"Stop being such a gentleman," she slurred. "This is just two friends helping each other out."

She resumed undressing him as she spoke, and he was now down to his underwear. She palmed his hard cock through his boxers and watched as he closed his eyes and bit his lips. She slid his boxers down to the floor and made him sit on the couch. With another sip of wine, she straddled him and took his cock in her hand. He pulled her in for a rough kiss and panted in her mouth as she stroked his cock harder. His mouth trailed to her neck and he moaned in her ear, begging her for more, please, faster. She quickened her pace as he begged and moaned. He bucked his hips up a few times, spilling himself all over her hand as he bit into her shoulder. He took a long sip from the bottle and tried to recover his breath before kissing her softly.

"Rachel, that was amazing," he whispered.

"It really was," she nodded.

Awkwardness suddenly filled the air. They cleaned up and got dressed, before drinking the rest of the bottle in silence.

The next day, Rachel woke up with a killing headache and a feeling of deep shame and guilt. Blaine was nowhere to be found.