Chapter 1: An Unplanned Detour

The sun was setting over the bustling streets of New York City, casting a warm orange glow over the crowded sidewalks. Amelie, a fiery and determined high school student, stormed down the street, her eyes brimming with tears. She had just gotten into a fight with her on-again, off-again boyfriend, Dave Karofsky. The memories of their argument still lingered, like an open wound. As she turned the corner onto her street, she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, Amelie, what's going on?" It was Blaine, her best friend and confidant. He had a concerned look on his face, and Amelie knew she couldn't hide from him. "Karofsky and I got into a fight," she said, her voice shaking. "I don't want to go home right now. I don't want to tell my parents." Blaine nodded understandingly. "You can come to my place. It's not much, but it's home for now." Amelie's eyes widened in surprise. "Your dorm room? But what about your roommate?" Blaine chuckled. "My roommate is out for the night. We have the place to ourselves." As they walked to Blaine's dorm, Amelie couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. She had never been to Blaine's dorm room before, and the thought of being alone with him made her stomach flutter. When they arrived at the dorm, Blaine unlocked the door and gestured for Amelie to enter. The room was small, with a single bed, a desk, and a closet. Amelie felt a surge of embarrassment. "This is... cozy," she said, trying to make light of the situation. Blaine smiled. "It's not the Ritz, but it'll do. You can take the bed, and I'll... um... take the floor." Amelie shook her head. "No way. We're both adults. We can share the bed." Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" Amelie nodded. "Yeah, I'm positive. We're friends, Blaine. It's not a big deal." Blaine smiled, relief washing over his face. "Okay, if you're sure." As they settled in, Amelie couldn't help but feel a little awkward. She climbed onto the bed, and Blaine sat down beside her, leaving a respectable distance between them. But as they started talking, laughing, and reminiscing about old times, the distance between them began to shrink. Amelie felt her guard dropping, and Blaine's eyes seemed to be seeing her in a new light. Before she knew it, Blaine's hand was on her knee, and she wasn't pushing it away. The room seemed to be spinning, and Amelie's heart was racing. "Blaine," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Blaine?" he replied, his voice low and husky. Their eyes met, and the air was charged with tension. Amelie felt like she was drowning in Blaine's gaze, and she couldn't look away. Without another word, Blaine leaned in, his lips brushing against Amelie's. The kiss was soft at first, but it quickly escalated into a heated makeout session. Amelie's heart was racing, and her mind was reeling. She had never felt this way about Blaine before. Was she ready for this? Was she ready to cross this line with her best friend? As they broke apart for air, Amelie looked up at Blaine, her eyes searching for answers. Blaine's eyes seemed to be saying it all - he was interested, and he wasn't backing down. What happens next?