A rainstorm. It would surprise some people to know that I love rainstorms.

I got up and crossed to the window, pressing my hand against the cool glass and looked out into the dark street.

Water flowed freely off roofs and through the street gutters, and the force of the heavy raindrops made the pavement look as though it were boiling. This was the kind of rain Mercedes and I used to run screaming through when we were 17 and the world just became too much sometimes.

I felt the urge to run through it for both of us.

Making up my mind, I snuck out the bedroom door, glancing back at Blaine. He had shifted closer to my vacated spot, strong fingers closing around the corner of my pillow. He truly was like a dark angel, peaceful and calm in his sleep.

Once outside, I was able to breathe in the smell of the rain. The mix of it and the city had always left a different smell than the rain in rural Ohio in my childhood. But that earthy smell was still there, and it hummed through my blood and seeped into bones like the purest drug.

I stepped under the awning at our door and reached out to touch the water flowing off it. It was cool as it flowed between my fingers, but not bone-chilling. It was perfect.

I was just about to step away from the shelter when the door opened behind me.

"What are you doing?" A groggy Blaine looked at me from inside.

"I could ask you the same," I answered. "I thought you were asleep?"

"Woke up and you weren't there," he yawned. "Heard the door latch snap so I followed."

"Well go crawl back in and stay warm, silly!" I said as I saw him shiver a little in the cold air hitting the bit of bare chest exposed from his unzipped hoodie.

Blaine stared at me for a minute and I just gazed back, smirking, before pulling my hand out of the stream of water and flinging a few drops at him.

"Hey!" he protested. "Really though. What are you doing?"

"'Cedes dragged me outside on a night like this one summer. It was the summer before I met you. We ran screaming up the street, then slid fully clothed through the puddles in the soccer field by her house. I know," I said at the shocked look on his face. "Totally not something I would normally do, but we were so blissfully happy and it was such a great escape from the real world that it sort of became sacred to us. We ran through the rain all the time after that. Always in sweatpants or gym shorts, though. I would never surrender any of my fab outfits to the downpour."

Blaine just gaped for a moment before he finally seemed to come around. "So you mean you're gonna-?"

"Yep!" I shouted, then turned and took off down the sidewalk, arms open and face to the heavens. I stood there for a beat or two before yelling at the top of my voice. It was one A.M., but I didn't care. It was New York, people were always bustling and causing noise.

I came back to our front door but stood just outside the shelter of the awning. I could feel the rain water soaking into every inch of clothing I was wearing, felt it running off my fingertips. The feeling was crazy nostalgic and strangely liberating.

I just stared at Blaine where he was leaning against the now closed door, arms crossed with an adorable smirk across that stupidly cute face.

"What?" I asked of him.

"Nothing. You just remind of a crazy teenager right now."

"Well that's kind of how I feel. Be my teenage dream tonight?" I asked, playing on the lyrics of his favorite Katy song.

"Only if you'll kiss me. Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison," he countered, never skipping a beat.

"Come here, then."

"Nuh-uh! It's all cold and wet over there."

"Oh it isn't even!" I argued. "Cold, anyway. Won't deny that it's a little damp."

He just raised and eyebrow at me.

"Oh, come on," I practically whined, lifting my hands toward him. "I've always wanted to be kissed in the rain. Besides, the sooner you get that ass over here, the sooner we can go inside and keep each other warm."

I wiggled my eyebrows at him playfully, hoping he had picked up on what I was insinuating.

He giggled, and said, "Well, Hummel, you poise a very convincing arguement," before pulling his hood up and taking one of my hands. I pulled him along and he finally stumbled out into the rain with me.

"Cold!" he cried against the crack of thunder, and lightning once again lit up his beautiful face. It sent a huge contrast across his features and my breath hitched as I was reminded of a sad yet elegant Burton character. It was amazing that after 4 years of knowing this boy,this wonderful man, he could still take my breath away like the day I met him.

"Stay close, then," I whispered and wrapped his strong arms around myself. Then, keeping one hand on his bicep for stability, I leaned in somewhat, but stayed back far enough to not let him kiss me, and pulled his hood down.

I watched for a moment as the rain soaked into his dark hair, making it look black as night. The water weighed down the curls, which he had let grow a little longer than was usual in high school, causing them to cling to his face. I pushed them back and finally let him catch my lips with his own.

The warmth of his lips and breath against me sent a current racing through my body as it fought the cold and wet around us.

Blaine opened his mouth somewhat and I followed, knees nearly buckling at the taste of him mixed with the rain that was rolling down his face to our joined lips.

After what seemed like and eternity of searing kiss, the need for oxygen made itself known and I pulled back, asking him, "Do you know what this reminds me of?"

"Mmm...w-what?" he asked as I licked a raindrop that slowly rolled from his temple toward his jaw.

"That scene in 'The Notebook', after they go boating," I answered, looking into his eyes just in time to catch the flash there.

And true to the story, just as Noah had done with Allie, he bent a little and lifted me into his strong arms. I squealed with laughter like a little girl before kissing him again. Feeling sufficiently rain-soaked, I pulled myself in close to him and whispered against his ear.

"Please, take me inside before you continue this scene."