He spun his head around towards the sound and found a sobbing Helena. Automatically wiping her tears, he frowned, "It scared me to death when I couldn't find you anywhere." He muttered and drew her closer to him. Okay..in a situation like this, aren't boys suppose to give their jackets to girls, no? Slipping out of his jacket, he draped it over her petite shoulders and apologized even though technically, it wasn't his fault since he kept his promise, "I'm really sorry for what happened...." Breathing on his hands, he curled his arm around her shoulder and sighed. There was nothing left to say except, "Do you want me to apologize to Chris and go back home?" He asked, biting his lower lips.

Helena couldn't even fake a smile at his words, though they did offer her a little comfort. You shouldn't have come out looking for me. It's too cold, she mumbled, finally meeting his gaze once more as he draped his coat over her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. He was so warm and comforting. N--no, she said, shaking her head while also keeping it close against Blake's chest. My fault, not your fault - you're still more than welcome to stay... I want you to stay, she added with a slight shiver.

Chris listened to Blake as he said he need to forget about him loving Helena and how he would never get in bewtween the two. He know that or at least now he did. But then Lena walked pass them shutting him those gray eyes. Only him not Blake. Gulp.

Chris froze he had screwed things up to much this time. He watched Blake run after her something he couldn't do at the moment. So of course he didn't oject when Blake did so. Chris could feel warm tears of anger with himself fall slowly over his cheeks. What the hell had he done? He wipped the tears away as he grabbed his bag. He went over and took his coat as well and put it on. He couldn't stay there any longer not now. Another very Merry Christmas Eve. Last year Mel dieing, this year Chris being a jerk.

He made his way out the door and into the cold. Chris didn't see Blake and Lena but then again he wasn't looking they could have been right beside him for all he knew. He finally got to his car and unlocked it as he got into the drivers side. He shut the door and throw his bag into the bag. He turned the keys in the car and turned the heat on. But as he buckled his seat belt that's when he saw them. Helena wearing Blake's jacket and alllll snuggled up into him. Chris felt no jealousy. After what just happened he didn't think he had that emotion anymore. "Merry Christmas." He muttered very sarcasticly as he hit the gas petal and the car speed down the road.

Helena heard the door shut on the other side of the house, but it took her to hear the familiar Ferrari start up for her eyes to open wide. She was silent, though the tears still came. Not even going to him before he pulled away would stop him, even if he hadn't seen the two of them together. There was nothing she could do. She heard him speed away and felt the small pang somewhere in her torso, but she didn't speak of it. Let's go back in, she whispered.

Blake's head spun around at the sound of a car's engine starting. That must be Chris. Arching his brows, he shook his head and turned back to Helena, who seemed pretty shocked. Well, he can't blame her, her boyfriend just left.

"Umm yeah, it's freezing here." He stood up and offered her his hand. Right now, Blake had great distaste for Chris but he didn't hate him nor he's going to be super sweet around him anymore.

Helena grabbed his hand numbly with one hand, still holding his jacket around her with the other and stood up slowly without feeling much of anything. Her crying had ceased for now, but that might have been due to the fact that her tears had been freezing to her cheeks. She led them both to the house as the snowfall started to get a little bit heavier. When she made it inside, she let go of his hand and hung his coat up on the rack by the door. It was a bit scary actually; she was walking like the living dead. Her cat was sleeping peacefully on an armchair, but everything else was just as it'd been when she'd left - minus Chris's things of course. It was almost nine. Where had the time gone? None of this mattered or even registered to Helena as she sat down in the middle of the couch and pulled her knees up to her chin. She wrapped her arms around her legs and held them there as she watched the fire without really seeing it.

Blake followed behind Helena and watched as she hung his coat and then proceeded to sit on the couch. She appeared frozen and detached and she might not be crying anymore but inside, she's definitely heartbroken. Sighing, he closed the door and walked towards where she sat. Lowering on the carpeted floor, Blake sat down near to middle of the couch, facing her. The silence was scary. Someone needs to say something. Biting his bottom lip, he murmured, "Why did you tell him, Helena?" He quickly lowered his gaze, staring his hands as he fidgeted with his fingers.

Lena turned her head to the side, away from the fire and Blake as the latter sat down in front of her. She swallowed, feeling even more alone as she sat there on the couch alone. She felt all cold inside, like she'd never be happy again. She tried to find her voice as Blake asked her a question.... Ch-- he said the 'Blake-thing' instead of just saying you showed up unexpectedly and I sort of.... went off....

Helena sighed and shook her head; she had a temper on the rare occasions it came out. I almost let it slip, and he noticed. I couldn't blatantly lie when he asked me. She swallowed and shook her head again, still not looking black at Blake.

Blake's eyes fluttered while his brain processed what Helena just said. She got mad because Chris directly or indirectly gave Blake no importance - hence the Blake-thing. Whatever happened between him and Helena is not a thing and he was glad Helena stood up for him. "Now, you did the best thing. He should be happy to have an honest girlfriend." Seriously, how many girls are honest about being in love with two guys?

He crept towards her and took her hand in his, "I'm sure once his anger dies down, he'll come back and apologize. To be honest, most of guys would've acted the way as Chris did." Excluding himself. He can never ever yell at Helena, not even in his wildest dreams.

Helena swallowed once more as Blake said the word 'girlfriend' feeling more terrible still, but she finally looked back at him as he took her hand, feeling some sense of something as he did so. I know, but it's still all my fault, she said miserably, shaking her head again as new tears began forming in her eyes.