i choose u

.Chapter Five.

.Chapter Five. 

      "Blaine!?" I gasped. It was Blaine! 

     His blonde hair hung in his blue eyes. I fell to the ground on my knees. He rushed over to me. 

     "Are you alright?" He asked, with a distressed voice. I fell into his arms that held out to me. 

     "I was so scared," I whispered. What was I doing? I couldn't think properly. Tears ran down my checks and when I went to wipe them, my mascara was smeared. My head turned to look at him; I had expected him to be angry at me and start scolding me, but his gaze was calm and his body was so warm. His hand suddenly found my head. 

     "Do you have a fever?" He asked. My eyes rested on the starry sky. I didn't feel sick, but now that he mentioned it, I started to feel dizzy. 

      "Blaine, I'm sorry," I chocked through sobs. He laughed. I looked back at him, he was laughing? 

      "Jeez, you're the one who had me worried. You didn't pick up your phone when I called to see if you were okay. I wish you would have told me, I could have drove you," His smile was heart warming. His finger wiped away one of my tears. I couldn't believe he was so calm, unlike my father would have. He was looking down at me. He was hiding something, but I couldn't figure it out. 

     Blaine had carried me to the car and put me in the seat and put my seat belt over my chest. 

     We drove down the familiar street that I walked down. I noticed it wasn't far. I was suddenly really pissed off I walked around in circles for nothing. My eyes slowly closed, I felt safe and warm. I was tired from walking and was about ready to sleep in the soft bed at Blaine's house. My head rested on my arm and I fell asleep in a couple of seconds. A buzzing sound rung in my ears.

     Waking up to the sound of an alarm, I rolled over on the bed, feeling like shit. My hand found the snooze button and I buried my face into the pillow. My head suddenly jolted up. A bed!? I looked around the room. I was in the guest room. I sighed. For a moment, I thought I was in Blaine's room for some reason. I had a strange dream. I sat up on the bed and a ice pack fell from my forehead. I picked it up and examined it. It was warm, but I didn't have a fever after feeling my head with the back of my hand. Blaine carried me into the house. 

      "Seriously?" I mumbled as I stared at the ice pack. My heart seemed to have skipped a beat. My hand grasped my shirt and I leaned forward to rub my eyes with my hand. Makeup smeared all over them. I looked down at the white pillow that also had makeup all over it. I let out a long, annoyed sigh. 

      I was standing in front of Blaine's door. I thought I was about to turn back, but I forced myself to knock on his door. My hands were shaking as I gripped the long T-Shirt I had on. Why was I so nervous? Everything was quiet. 

     No one was home? I opened the door slowly. My face immediately turned red when I opened the door to find Blaine changing his shirt. Every muscle was exposed and his jeans were still unbuttoned. What was I doing!? I was standing there watching him! He turned to look at me. At first, he had to process was was going on, then his face turned to shock. I shut the door and held it shut. Oh my God, what have I done!? Instead of the guy being a peeping tom, I'm the peeping tom! The door nob turned and I let it go quickly. Blaine stood in front of me. I was looking down at the floor, with my face still completely red. 

     "U-u-um," I stuttered. 

     He was quiet. 

     "I-I came t-to say t-t-thank y-you," I was about to run for it. I wanted to just die right now. 

      He chuckled. 

      "You're welcome, get back to bed and get better. Call me if you need anything, I'm off to work," Blaine said and shut his bedroom door behind him. I took a step back and raised my head to look at him. He was completely calm! What was this? My mouth was open like an idiot and I quickly closed it. He waved as he stepped quickly down the stairs. "My number is in your cell."

      "Y-yes," I blushed. My heart was racing. I've never experienced this before, why was I so awkward and why was my heart beating so loud? My face turned red again after staring at his back. I turned away to slap myself. Calm down, calm down. 

     I got back to my room and picked up my phone laying on my bedside table. There was missed calls and text messages. I guessed the unknown number was Blaine. I saved the contact. 

      My fingers type the name 'Blaine' into the contact. I put the phone up to my lips nervously and closed my eyes. This wasn't love, right?