Glee Blaine Rachel Novels & Stories

Before Jane could continue, she saw Dean standing nearby, engaged in casual conversation with someone. Rachel acted as if she hadn't seen him, her gaze fixed ahead as she quickened her pace. Magnus Hayes, sensing the tension from behind, turned to look at the approaching woman and remarked, "Isn't that your wife? What's she doing here?" Dean glanced up, his brow slightly furrowed. His dark eyes revealed a trace of irritation. After their last encounter, Dean had assumed Rachel suggested getting a divorce due to Cynthia's pregnancy. He had thought about explaining himself but quickly dismissed the idea as absurd.

Rielle breathed out as she possessively wrapped her arm around my waist I flinched a little by her action but relaxed after a bit when she soothingly rubbed her hand against my waist. Before I could say anything, the tall blonde girl from the other team approached us. "Hi!" She greeted us I wanted to laugh when I saw the red mark on her face but I chose not to. Rielle raised her right brow "What do you want?" "I just want to ask for your name? I really find you so beautiful." The blonde girl asked me, completely ignoring Rielle's presence Rielle was about to protest but I said "I'm Glaiza. Here is Rielle, my girlfriend." I proudly said as I wrapped my arm around Rielle's waist

“Ally will give you a new phone under an alias. You can contact people, but no details about us. No locations. No descriptions. If you ever want to see someone, it happens through the hike. Understood?” Candice met his eyes. “Understood.” “You’ll still have signal until the drop off,” I added. “So handle anything you need to before then.” She absorbed it all with surprising calm. Blake stepped forward then, hands in his pockets, trying to act casual but clearly curious. “Hi, Mrs Rachel.” “Blake, hey.” He glanced at Jason, then back at me. “Would it be okay if I came with? I haven’t really seen Jocelyn since she left with Mr Chris.”

“What’s on your mind?” Rachel blinked, feeling a little flustered at being caught staring. “Oh, nothing much,” she said quickly, taking the glass. “Just taking it all in, I guess.” Carson raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. “Really? I’m not so sure I believe that.” Rachel rolled her eyes, but there was a playful spark in them. “Fine. Maybe I was thinking about how crazy it is that Alonzo and Abigail are finally married. And Shelley and Miles, too. It feels like everything’s changing.”

The moment Rachel heard that, she blushed. Immediately, she rolled her eyes at her brother. "You idiot. What are you talking about? He has a wife!" "So what? Look at those mayors. All of them have many mistresses. Every rich and capable man has more than one wife. Since you think he's so talented, it doesn't hurt to be his mistress," Glenn said cheekily. "That's enough. Stop with the nonsense. I'm going to beat you if you continue." Rachel balled up her hand and threatened Glenn.

he blurted out. “I don’t think we could have met,” Rachael said, and Darcy thought that there was unusual power in her voice. “Perhaps we have known each other in another existence!” They all laughed and walked towards their room and settled down in Louis's room to have tea with Rachel around everything was jovial in their little group. Rachael demanded to know everything they did in Cannes. Gale knowing how stubborn his sister rolled his eyes and told her briefly about everything making it sound as if it was nothing but a nuisance trip.

Rachel finished dryly. I smiled, grateful for the small kindness of their teasing. “You two look beautiful.” Jenny rolled her eyes. “We’ve been pretending to network, but really, we’re just counting how many times people mention Michelle Hughes in one sentence.” I laughed softly. “I bet it’s a record.” “Are you okay being here?” Rachel asked gently. I hesitated. “Define ‘okay’.” She gave a knowing smile, and I didn’t answer. My eyes wandered, and I caught sight of Grace.

“It’s fine. You probably won’t even see him again for another year. By then he’ll be bald or married or less god-tier hot.” “I hate how reasonable you are.” Our waiter arrives just in time with a basket of warm bread and zero judgment. We order our usual—Rachel gets the eggplant parm, I get the chicken piccata—and while we wait, I give her the full breakdown. The eye contact. The voice. The thumb graze over my nipple that I’m trying very hard to classify as an accident. Rachel reaches for her phone. “What’s his name again?” “Dr. Stacy Cole.” “Oh, hell yeah. That’s a hot doctor name.”

Now, she could not go anywhere. Haley lazily lifted her eyelids and replied with two simple words, "A date." Rachel was left speechless, angrily turning off the TV and storming upstairs to sulk. She silently remarked, "Hmph, just because I'm single, they have to rub it in!" Watching her retreat, Haley couldn't help but laugh. She wondered how Rachel had been spoiled to develop such a princess complex. "When is she leaving?" Shane asked bluntly.

Soon, Elaine Oakley got out of the car… Elaine carefully examined Sebastian Brenand, who stood next to Rachel Wood, before shifting her gaze to Rachel. There was a proud smile on her face. “Hello… Rachel, it’s been a long time… I thought you looked familiar from behind. I didn’t think it was actually you…” Elaine said. “Hello… It’s been a long time indeed,” Rachel said with a smile. “Hey, is this your boyfriend? He looks handsome,” Elaine said half-heartedly.