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Rachel yanks the door open before Blaine can even knock. She grabs the front of his shirt and hauls him into the apartment.

"Whoa, Rachel!" Blaine laughs. "Where's the fire?"

"In the bathroom," she says, pushing him on the shoulder toward the hallway.

For a second Blaine panics. Is there really a fire in her bathroom? Surely she would have called the fire department rather than him if there was. "Rachel, what are you talking about?"

She doesn't reply, only pushing harder until he's in the tiny closet she calls a bathroom. He looks around, searching for the source of Rachel's distress. Finally he spots the small, white stick balanced on the sink.

Blaine turns around slowly, looking at her. She's holding her arms around her stomach, looking at the ground. "Rachel?"

Rachel bursts into tears, and Blaine barely gets his arms up in time to catch her. He eases them to the floor, collecting her into his lap. Her arms wrap around his neck, her face pressed into his chest. He tangles one hand in her hair while rubbing her back with the other.

It's at least five minutes before Rachel pulls her face from Blaine's chest. She wipes a hand across her face, smearing her mascara.

"I bet you never thought you'd ever be here," Rachel sniffed, wiping her thumb across her cheek.

Blaine looks at her questioningly. "On your bathroom floor?"

Rachel scoffs and shakes her head. "Here with a girl waiting on a pregnancy test to see if her life is totally screwed up."

"Hey, hey," Blaine whispers. He scoots closer to Rachel and wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her tight against his side. "Your life isn't screwed up. It's just going to…take a little detour. And you know, for most guys my age a pregnancy scare is a big milestone. The way I see it, you're just helping me with a rite of passage I'd otherwise miss."

"Please no jokes," she whispers. "Not right now."

Blaine nods, rubbing her back again. "Have you looked yet?"

"Not yet," Rachel replies. "I was waiting for you."

She makes to get off of his lap, but Blaine holds her back. "Listen, Rachel. Whatever that test says, you know you can count on me, right? I'm with you, every step of the way."

Rachel gives him a watery smile. She leans forward and presses a kiss against his cheek. "Thank you, Blaine Warbler."

He squeezes Rachel's hand as she stands up and picks up the test.