SCOOBIES 101

Meet the HummelBerry Baby

Meet the Hummelberry Baby

Setting: The first time the Family meet Blaine

Summary: In which Blaine meets the ‘HummelBerry baby’

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SCOOBIES 101

“The HummelBerry Baby”

“Hey, Blaine, Kurt’s told us loads about you.” Santana grinned in a predatory manner at the dapper looking prep schoolboy.

“Um, hello.” Blaine looked between the three girls opposite to him in the booth. “It’s Santana, right?”

“Yep.” She leaned in, watching the younger boy squirm in his seat.

“And I’m Brittany.” Brittany grinned at him - this one much nicer than her girlfriend’s.  “This is Rachie.”

Blaine let out a sigh of relief at the familiar face of the ‘calm’ girl he met previously. “Rachel, I know.” He returned the smile she gave him. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Likewise.” Rachel said.

The booth they were in was filled with silence and the awkwardness was suffocating the Warbler lead. He gave a cough or two, but Santana just raised an eyebrow at him while Brittany asked him if he needed a cough drop but she ran out since her cat was using it as some sort of ‘drug’. He looked at Rachel for help, but she just eyed him analytically.

“Um, uh, have you three ordered anything yet?” He asked, trying to diffuse the tension.

“Oh, we’ve already eaten.” Rachel said. “But I’m sure San would love another round of breadsticks if you’re offering.”

“I can hear the underlying offer.” Santana didn’t even ask him as she raised a hand to call for the waiter and ordered herself some ‘sticks.

“I’ll have a lemon iced tea – three ice, two sugar cubes. Please and thank you.” Rachel added.

“I want breadsticks, too.” Brittany joined, raising her hand for effect.

When the waiter turned to him, he looked down at the menu and just stuttered a reply. He pointed at a picture that looked adequate enough. “Um, I, uh, I’ll just get one of this.”

He looked up at the three girls. Each one of them wore a smile – a predatory grin (Santana), a hyperactive grin (Brittany), and an amused smile (Rachel).

He knew immediately they were planning something – possibly his death.

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“Thanks for the treat, Frodo.” Santana said, smirking back at him.

“Breadsticks tastes yummier if the money that pays it comes from someone else’s pocket.” Brittany nodded wisely.

Rachel didn’t speak. She just gave him a, ‘just take it in, buddy’ smile. And he knew Rachel knew her friends better than he did. So he took it in.

“By the way, we didn’t get to ‘talk’ like we’re supposed to.” Santana looked at him, her face set in a look that would make a great cover for a ‘torture 101’ manual. “So, let’s talk.”

Blaine’s face had gone white. He looked at Brittany’s face, which looked so weird without her grin and with a determined frown, and Rachel’s ‘sorry, bud, I can’t help you’ face. He gulped and straightened his back. “Of course.”