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TICK TOCK the hands on the clock ticked forward slowly, every second passing forcing teenagers on the very edge of their seats.
5 minutes til after school, 2 hours until the big game.
The jocks hollering at the back of the classroom smacking each other across their jersey clad chests, their heart pumping adrenaline through their bodies.
A whisper here and another there as eyes rested on the back of one Blair Santos's head, her long black hair pulled into a messy bun.
Her signature high ponytail no longer swishing through the air as she sauntered around, it's vacancy had been noticed throughout the entire day.
There she sat gripping the edge of her desk til her knuckles went white, teeth grinding down against each other with frustration.
The hour hand finally passes the three and the dismissal bell sounds, teenagers fling from their seats but no one is quicker than the Hispanic fireball.
Her feet are moving quickly beneath her carrying her towards the bathroom where her cheerio team mates would be waiting.
Through the thick wooden door the chatter can be heard, "you're applying the eye-liner too thickly!" Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader exclaims.
Blair pauses unzipping the coat covering her cheerios uniform hanging it over her forearm as she enters the bathroom.
Her dark seductive eyes immediately lock onto Quinn's but the blondes eyes are full of jealousy and anger, "what are you doing here?"
Twirling a strand of loose hair around her index finger she ignores the cheerios question smacking on the strawberry gum in her mouth arrogantly.
The eye-liner is smacked down on the basin snapping in half, "I said, what the hell are you doing here?"
Blair throws her coat over a stall door and adjusts the crop top that comes with the red and white uniform, "Coach Sylvester is down a cheerio."
A smirk appears on her red stained lips, "tag me in Coach," she said with fake enthusiasm throwing her fist into the air. She was never a team player and hated the arrogance that Quinn Fabray wore as a crown when she walked the halls at school, her blonde ponytail waving as she sauntered around bullying those she deemed lower than her.
Blair leaned over the sink and pulled the small tube of red lipstick from her purse applying a thick layer of it to her full lips, she glanced at Quinn through the reflection of the mirror smacking her lips together, "I'm officially on the team, isn't that exciting?"
Santana and Brittany lingered in the background as the other two females stared each other down, it was an intimidation test and one of them was going to break eventually.
The bathroom door opens and slams shut, both girls look towards the entrance of the bathroom breaking eye contact.
Santana clears her throat, "we have to go and stretch the game starts soon"
Blair pushes up her breasts with her hands and nods in agreement, she pulls the ponytail from her hair and throws it up into a high ponytail and pulls it back tightening it's structure.
She pulls the door open and glances over her shoulder at Quinn, "I hear the quarterback is amazing."
《°°》
THE GAME was moving at full speed, both teams clashed together football players being dropped from left to right and inappropriate or rude remarks being traded between the opponents. The atmosphere was full of a thick oozing tension, thick enough to be cut with a knife.
Blair hid her face behind the large red Pom Poms trying to hide from the sheer embarrassment of their home team losing, Finn Hudson quarterback was lacking in the skills that he actually should have and it didn't reflect well on the team.
"Come on!" Blair screams for the millionth team, her voice hoarse and deep from the strain she was putting on her vocal chords, as the time ticked away it seemed as if hope had been lost until...
Single Ladies started playing over the intercoms and the team broke into a formation, no one would believe it.
Blair broke into laughter clapping enthusiastically, "looking good puckerman!" She admires his shaggy dirty blonde hair and sculpted figure. The way he got into the dance was captivating, she was entranced by his dancing.
Still, Matt Rutherford was the better dancer.
The music came to and end and then that's when the game really started like an energy booster, McKinley's home team had suddenly started playing better than before.
Blair chanted screaming for her team to pull through, everything went silent as number 3 stepped onto the field he was significantly smaller than the rest of them and had the feminine sass in his saunter as he approached the ball.
He threw his hand into the air and single ladies started playing again, suddenly, he moved forward and kicked the ball.
Like it was travelling in slow motion the crowd and two teams fell silent watching as it floated through the air soaring straight past the posts, it secured the win.
Blair screamed victoriously and ran towards her male friend, Matt turned and faced her wearing the same smirk as he picked her up and spun her around. A pool of sweat formed over his forehead, hands and arms obviously from the extensive hours of running around.
"You did it!" She cheers.
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