this might turn into a one shot if you guys like it. 

Tornado

Rachel stopped laughing as soon as she was out on the street. Blaine hadn’t seen it yet and crashed into her with his momentum from the skippy walk out of the restaurant.

“Blaine.” Rachel cautioned. “Blaine, we have to get back inside!”

“Huh?” The boy wasn’t even paying attention until she grabbed him by the collar and turned his head around to the sight that had her blood freeze in her veins.

“Oh my god,” Blaine gasped, a weird mix of horror and amazement. “Is this real?”

“As real as it gets.” Rachel muttered, for a moment just as transfixed as Blaine, who had slung his arm around her waist. Protectively, naturally.

Even now a fraction of her brain noticed the comfort in that. Even now, when her heart was beating fast by circumstance, it skipped a beat for being so close to him. But this was hardly the time to ponder how his hands on her body made her feel. Not when the twisting wall of wind bored and forged across the ground, carrying debris, cars, even whole houses in his stride.

Rachel couldn’t help the strangled sound of horror that escaped her throat when she made out a terribly common sillhouette against the pitch dark twirling clouds. There was a person, a human, flying maybe 60 feet in the air, being completely at the mercy of the wind.

“Rachel!” This time it was Blaine urging her. He tucked at her jacket and pulled her with him, back to the restaurant. That was when the downpour reached them and lashed down on them with full force.

Rachel could hardly see Blaine in front of her and she hadn’t drawn a full breath before being soaked. She staggered onwards, trying to find Blaine again and found him pounding at the door they’d just stepped out of minutes ago.

“Let us in!” He was screaming, desperately. “Hey!”

He kept on pounding but nothing happened, “They bolted the door!”

“Well we can’t stay here!” Rachel grabbed his arm, feeling the tornado creep closer to them, feeling the wind tuck at her limbs. “Come on Blaine, we have to find shelter.”

Blaine turned around to her, rain pouring down his face and he grabbed her face, cupping her cheeks and squeezing slightly. To reassure her, to promise her that he would stay. And she prayed he would.

“Are you ready?” Blaine asked and took her hand in his. “RUN!”






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