3. klaine+rachel=breadsticks

"Blaine what's up?"

He stayed silent, not saying a word. He tried not to make eye contact either, but I saw the corners of his eyes shift. I was fed up. I grabbed his shoulders and started shaking him back and fourth.

"Blaine what is uuuppppp???" I said, holding the 'up' for like 5 seconds.

He laughed. "Look all she did was ask me and Kurt to pick out a song for you two, that's it."

I nodded, but something felt off. If that was the reason, why did I have to convince him to tell me? And why didn't he just tell me when I asked the first time? Does Blaine really think I am THAT dumb? I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

"Rach, what are you doing?"

"We don't need to keep watching, I have had enough."

"Alright"

"Let's go to breadsticks. Meet up with Kurt, and hangout. What do you say Warbler?"

———————at breadsticks———————about 11:00 at night)))——————————

"Kurt you don't have to snap at the waitress, the food will be here soon."

"We ordered 20 minutes ago, I am hungry."

I was barely listening to Kurt and Blaine fight about the restaurant service. I was totally zoned out. What could have possibly gone down with him and Santana? Did they have sex? That would be ironic. Maybe they were selling drugs, or did something illegal. Who knows, though? .... Blaine. Blaine knows. I have got to ask him. But how? I was brought back to reality when I faintly saw Kurt's hands wave infront of my face, trying to get my attention. I could hear them saying 'hello' and 'are you there'. I flinched when I zoned back in, then quickly smiled.

"You alright?" Blaine asked me. I nodded.

Okay, Rachel. Be very subtle when you bring this up. Don't act desperate for an answer, just play it cool. Just play it very, very...

"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH SANTANA, BLAINE?"

That was so not cool. Both of them shushed me. I took a breath, and calmed myself down.

"I know you didn't just "discuss" with Santana what song we were going to do. Why did she even ask for your guys help?"

Kurt and Blaine looked over at eachother, giving a look that basically would've said 'tell her and you die'. They weren't going to tell me, so I grabbed my purse and scooted my butt off of my seat.

"Rachel-"

"See you guys on Monday". I speed-walked through the restaurant and bolted through the doors.

THE NEXT DAY:

I arrived to Santana's house in the middle of the day. Her house was exactly how I had pictured it in my head. One word: scary.

I got out of my car and locked the doors so that nobody in this neighborhood would steal my belongings. It's highly likely that my car could get stolen in this town.

I walked from my car to her front door, and I examined her front yard. I was walking on a narrow concrete path, and had to go through a metal gate. Once I had reached the gate, there were a few ugly bushes and plants, and I came across a dead rat. I whined, and sprinted to the  the steps that she, that lead to her front door. I knocked gently so that her door wouldn't break off. I hear footsteps coming. Fuck.

Don't ruin this Rachel.