There really is no guessing or wondering when the real thing comes along. There is usually a telltale sign that lets you know when true love has arrived...a voice in your head, a sense of recognition or a gut feeling that this is someone special to...
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(Jennie's Date Outfit)
82 ; J E N N I E
"Jen...did you dye your hair two tones?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "Yeah. I was too chicken to fully dye it. This way once I get tired of it, I can dye it back to normal." I smiled as I showed him and Rachel my arm.
"Woah. Don't tell me you did this because of how distraught you are over you and Santana's breakup." Rachel said concernedly. "No." I laughed. "It's time for a new makeover. So why not go all the way out?" I questioned.
"If that's what you want then, I support your decision. I think the style is cute." Kurt smiled. "Same here." Rachel smiled. "So...are you two like...a thing now or?" Kurt questioned. "Not yet." Skylar smiled as she wrapped her arm around me.
"Well, we'll leave you to it then." Rachel stated before she and Kurt walked away. "So, what do you want to do for our date? Are you an activity type of girl or are you a fancy restaurant type of girl?" Sky questioned.
"I've done a lot of restaurant dates in the past so, let's do an activity date." I smiled. "Great. I know the perfect place. Are you doing anything tomorrow around noon?" She asked curiously. "Nope. I should be done with class around then." I answered.
"Cool. I'll pick you up at two o'clock." The older girl stated. "Sounds like a plan." I smiled.
*THE NEXT DAY*
I was stretching for Cassandra's class as I was waiting for her to enter the room. As soon as she stepped into the room, I stood up and got in line. "Kim, come here." The older woman ordered.
"Yes." I answered as I walked over towards her. "Do you remember that old man who came to spectate last week's class?" My dance instructor questioned. "Yeah, what about him?" I asked confusedly.
