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Blaine POV

"Hey gel boy!" Santana yells from across the choir room. Does she ever have an off button?

"Yes, Santana?" I ask, walking over to her.

"Berry's hosting a party. Not like it's gonna be fun, but we basically have to go, so pick me up at 7:00." With that, she turned on her heels and walked away. I sigh. Sometimes I admired her attitude, but other times it was just plain old annoying. And that was about 99.9% of the time.

"I think she likes you!" Kurt sang, walking towards me.

"Likes me?" Santana Lopez? Me? There's no way. Never in a million years. She's made fun of me and called me nicknames ever since I transferred here, what reason would she start to like me now?

"Come on Blaine, loosen up, it's Santana freaking Lopez! You'd be crazy not to want to date her! Unless of course, you know, you don't play on that team. Which is totally fine by me," he said quickly, looking me over.

Me? Blaine "Katy Perry God" Anderson? GAY? What? That had to be completely and utterly the most atrocious thing I've ever heard of!

"HEY SANTANA! I'LL BE THERE!" I yell. Santana doesn't even turn around. Well, you have to take what you can get, right?

As I walk out of the classroom with a huge grin on my face, I almost don't notice Kurt's hurt face. I don't make anything of it, however, and quietly hum Teenage Dream under my breath as I stroll out of the choir room for the day.

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Yes, we know this was short, okay? Maya apologizes.

We just wanted to get it out as fast as we could.

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Maya & Violet

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