Blaine and Quinn have been talking regularly again. Both act as if Blaine ghosting Quinn never happened, and that is fine by him. Right now, he can’t wait for things to go back to the way they used to be.

He also hasn’t spoken to Kurt ever since The Incident. When he first powered up his phone, he saw several missed calls and texts from Kurt, but those stopped as well after a while. It’s probably for the best.

Blaine also doesn’t have the time to think it through because Quinn, his fucking girlfriend, will be here any second.

“Blaine!”

Speaking of Quinn.

Blaine looks in the direction of the voice and there she is. Quinn. She looks like she’s from a movie, with her beautifully styled hair, her snazzy beret, black shining pumps and her matching dark red peacoat. Fuck, even her suitcase completes the look. She looks far too pretty for someone who’s spent hours in a plane.

Quinn is pretty. That’s what Blaine’s holding onto now. He’s always thought so.

She runs towards him and before Blaine can even say anything, she kisses him passionately.

Blaine is a bit shocked. He knows he should probably put his arms around her and hold her tight, but he’s thrown so off guard that his mind needs some time to catch up with what’s happening. They’re kissing and it’s… it’s fine. It’s just fine.

It’s always been just fine.

Quinn breaks away to take a breath.

“Here,” Blaine holds out the roses. They got smashed by the kiss. Blaine was holding the bouquet in front of him when Quinn basically jumped on him. “You look nice.”

Yes, yes, keep focusing on that.

“I’ve missed you,” Quinn says, “Oh, I am so glad to be here!”

“Shall we?” Blaine holds out his arm and Quinn hooks hers around it. Together they walk outside.

Quinn slept on the plane, but she’s still tired. She left around noon and now it’s evening.

“I remember you told me you skipped Monday when you first moved here,” Quinn says as she hangs her coat on the coatrack, “Now I get what you mean. This is weird.”

“Do you want a tour?”

“I’ve seen it all on screen, but yes, I’d love to see your apartment in the flesh!”

It isn’t much, but Blaine doesn’t know what else to say. Quinn is genuinely excited to see it, though, and it only makes Blaine feel worse. She’s so happy to be here. Blaine also should be happy to have her here. He has missed her, truly, and he had been looking forward to showing Quinn around, but after The Incident everything got weird.

Not only that, but the last person that was here in Blaine’s apartment was Kurt.

Quinn’s going through the fridge, since she’s hungry, and all Blaine can think of is the time Kurt stood in this same kitchen in his underwear.

No.

Nope.

Not now. He can’t think about that now, and about the weird feeling it gave Blaine.

They need to move away from the kitchen, which is hard since the kitchen, dining room and living room is all in one space. Blaine shows Quinn the nice bathroom next. That’s separate! And Blaine never saw Kurt in his bathroom, because that’d be weird and super invasive and totally not something he’d want.

“And last, the bedroom,” Blaine says.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous!” Quinn says and she falls face down on the bed, “So soft, just like you described.”

“Hah, yes,” Blaine says with a laugh, “Especially when it was still very cold here. Double duvets… oh the comfort!”

“We should buy a soft mattress like this for at home,” Quinn says, her voice muffled because she’s burying her face in a pillow, “Although it doesn’t get as cold in LA.”

“True.” Of course, yes, he has a home with Quinn in Los Angeles.

Quinn flips on her back and the two of them stare at each other for a long time, with Quinn lying in the bed and Blaine standing at its feet.

Quinn raises an eyebrow and she has an intense look on her face. She eyes Blaine appreciatively.

Right.

Huh.

Blaine should probably get in there as well. They haven’t seen each other two and a half months. It’s been a while.

Right.

Blaine awkwardly climbs on the bed and hovers over her. Quinn grabs his face and pulls him down for another passionate kiss. This time, Blaine saw it coming, so he kisses back. He deepens the kiss and he just so desperately wants her.

Or actually, he so desperately wants to want her.

But it’s awkward. Has it really been too long? Did Blaine just straight up forget how to be with Quinn? Quinn notices that he’s a bit lost, so she guides one of his hands to her breasts, but now it’s just lying there. Should he squeeze it? That’s what he did back then, back in Los Angeles, when things between them was easier. Before Kurt came in and messed it all up.

They’ve been dating for over a year. They live together. This isn’t new to him. He likes Quinn. He likes having sex with her, because it’s just something they do. They don’t do it often, since it is a touchy subject for Quinn, but it’s… fine. It’s all just fine. Maybe a bit bland, but fine. He doesn’t have to think about it. His mind usually goes on autopilot and it’s fun and it’s good and that is that. Sometimes he wonders if Quinn is bored during it, but it’s how it is.

But now he’s thinking about it. That’s new.

Quinn might be getting impatient, because she now guides his other hand down her stomach and all Blaine can think of is-

“No,” he says.

Quinn’s hands still and she stops kissing him.

“No?” she asks.

Blaine wants to apologise or come up with an excuse or a reason to go through with it, but he can’t. He… doesn’t want to. He tries to be interested, but he realises that he isn’t. What got him interested before? He can’t really remember in the moment. He never thought about it, but now that he does, he can’t remember.

Blaine rolls off him and Quinn flips on her side so that she can see him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Quinn says kindly.

“It’s just- I can’t- It’s not you, it’s me, and I don’t…” he trails off.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Quinn says soothingly and she gives Blaine a pat on his upper arm. That’s fine. “You don’t have to explain – or justify – saying no. A no is a no, and if you don’t want to tell me why, that is completely fine. And if you do, there’s no rush.”

“Quinn…”

How did he get so lucky? How is Quinn so understanding? Quinn’s all about giving people the space they need, and Blaine could cry from relief. He’s also still waiting for Quinn to bring up the fact that he ghosted her a few days prior, but she doesn’t.

“Can I still kiss you now?” she asks.

Blaine doesn’t love the idea, but he also isn’t opposed to it. He nods and Quinn plants a soft kiss on his lips before getting out of bed.

“I’m going to shower,” she says, “Maybe we can watch a movie afterward? I’d like to try the burek you keep talking about.”

Blaine props himself up on his elbows and he watches Quinn leave the room. She isn’t upset, and it’s honestly a relief. He also doesn’t think Quinn is faking this calm demeanour. She genuinely doesn’t mind not having sex, even though they haven’t seen each other.

Blaine also gets up and he walks towards the bathroom. He knocks.

“Quinn, I’m gonna go get that burek,” he says calmly. He is calm. Quinn being calm makes it easy to not feel bad. “It’s a twelve minute walk to Nobel, retour, and I still have to order and all that, so take your time.”

“Alright!’ Quinn yells from the bathroom.

“Pizza burek?” he asks.

“Sure. Can I pick the movie?”

“Definitely.” That means Legally Blonde, and Blaine does not mind at all.