Bursting through the doors, trophy in hand, that was the life. As after every nationals, they were expected to participate in the short drinks reception where all the participants were encouraged to 'mingle'. Except New Directions didn't exactly feel like talking to a bunch of old people pretending they were the next…well the next them. Thank goodness for the Dalton Warblers who had quickly descended the stairs, swanning into the room.

"Kurt!" squealed Mercedes excitedly, flinging herself around his neck.

"Woah woah", he protested teasingly, picking her off him, "watch my scarf."

He drew her in and whispered "it's Ralph Lauren," winking.

Mercedes wasn't the only one happy to see her old team member, Rachel and Finn crowding round him too, Puck even dragging himself out of the punchbowl to give him a rough handshake.

"Congratulations," giggled Brittany, holding her champagne class rather too precariously.

"Well done man," continued Artie, attempting to take the drink out of her hand, "it's so cool that we both made it."

At that moment Mr Schuester caught sight of them and rushing over with his camera insisted that they take a "celebratory snap".

"God no Mr Schu-"

"I'm out of here!"

"Really?"

Their teacher flashed them that goofy grin.

"Come on," he insisted, shepherding them into some kind of formation.

There was a mad scramble as the glee club tried to arrange themselves, Puck lazily sprawling on his side in front of the group. Walking down the stairs into the reception room, Blaine laughed as he saw Kurt being prodded into the middle by a fussing Rachel and Mercedes. He caught Blaine's eye, pulling a disgruntled face and rolling his eyes, trying hard to quell the flutters in his stomach which arose when he drew nearer.

"Hey, I don't mind taking it for you," Blaine suggesting, tapping Mr Schuester on the shoulder. Without hesitation, their teacher dived into the photo, grinning as broadly as the teens, putting his thumbs up to match his ultra-cheesy grin.

"Wait, where's Quinn?" yelled Santana as Blaine was about to push the button.

Kurt gave a small snicker, pointing to the corner behind the punch table.

Quinn was backed up against the wall, Sam's arm resting on the wall just above her head, their heads bent towards each other, kissing furiously, his other hand protectively encircling her waist and her arms around his neck.

The glee club gave a collective groan.

"Oi Fabray, get your tongue out of his mouth and over here!" Puck's tone was still kind of resentful.

The couple didn't take any notice of them, Sam impatiently waving a hand in their direction from behind his back, and Quinn turning her head further away from the onlookers.

"Shall I?" asked Blaine, hovering awkwardly.

"Sure," smiled Will, gesturing to the others to smile again.

After all crowding round the camera to have a look at the shot, the group dispersed after various high fives, Rachel and Finn avoiding each others gazes but still moving off together.

"What's up with them," whispered Blaine, intrigued as he walked over to Kurt and Mercedes. They both gave exasperated sighs and little shakes of the head.

"Who knows," drawled Kurt, "it's just so much drama."

As Mercedes ran to get them drinks, Blaine looked swiftly around the room before moving in towards his friend. Kurt felt his heart race slightly faster as he looked into those chocolate eyes.

"Hey," said Blaine softly, tugging onto Kurt's sleeve, brushing a crumb away from the lining. "I forgot to say congratulations."

Kurt gave a confused smile.

"For what? You were the one who did all the singing?"

Blaine moved his hand down from Kurt's sleeve, tugging playfully at his pinkie. Embarrassed, Kurt couldn't help but glance around the room, even though a small warm glow was slowly spreading inside him.

"No," continued Blaine, "you were great too."

Mercedes was watching them from the drinks table, looking at their 'moment' and smiling gently.

"Oh, and good luck," he continued.

"For what?" replied Kurt, now completely lost.

"For this."

And, without warning, Blaine leant in a quickly kissed Kurt on the lips. Applause and cheers erupted from the Mackinley High glee club as Kurt reeled, flashing crimson and staring back at Blaine with wide, startled eyes.

"What was, what was, what was that for?" he stammered.

Blaine just smiled, and gave Kurt a gentle shove to the shoulder, then sauntered over to the drinks table.

During the commotion of New Directions rushing over to Kurt and the startled reactions of the room in general, Sam and Quinn had wrenched each other apart.

He softly rubbed him thumb round the contour of her chin, his heart rapidly melting at her dimples showed up in her smile. Sam leaned in to kiss her again, but she gave him a little push away, laughing and ducking under his arms. Throwing him a teasing little look, she wandered over to the drinks table.

He watched her walk away, and she knew he was, flicking her hair delicately over her shoulders and flashing her eyes as she glanced back over her shoulder, biting her lip in that amazingly cute smile. Words couldn't describe his elevated state of happiness right now.

At the drinks table, Blaine watched the pretty blonde take two glasses at the same time as he did. Without looking at him, she started-

"So you're Kurt's boyfriend?"

Her voice was warm and she spoke in quite a slow, almost halting way.

Blaine glanced over at Kurt, who was obviously explaining some complicated story to Mercedes, complete with expansive and wild arm gestures. He couldn't help but smile as he turned back to Quinn.

"Yeah," he said, "well I'm working on it."

She turned to look at him.

"I think that's really sweet," she said with a smile, and a loving look towards the blonde boy waiting for her, leaning against the wall.

Blaine pointed to him.

"I assume you were playing tonsil tennis with your boyfriend?"

She held out her hand politely.

"I'm Quinn Fabray," she told him.

"Blaine," he replied, giving her a quick shake.

They both walked away from the table, clutching drinks for them and their loved ones.

Running out into the car park, Sam whirled Quinn around as he held her his arms, carrying her wedding-style to his car.

"We are going to celebrate our win!" He whooped, setting her down on the road.

She laughed.

"You were amazing," she doted, tapping the tip of his nose playfully.

"And you." He took her hand and slid the promise ring he had given her up and down her finger.

She nudged her head against his chest. Wow, she kept forgetting just how muscley it was. There seemed to be a perfect space in his abs for her head to nuzzle into.

"Stop being such a frikin' romantic," she muttered, rolling her face into his chest.

He knew that she was smiling despite her words, and opened the door of the passenger seat gallantly for her.

"My lady…"

She thwacked his head with her hand as he darted across and swung himself into the driver's position.

"Oh crap," said Quinn, searching through her bag, "I think I left my phone in the drinks room."

She made as if to get up and go find it, but Sam put his hand on her arm.

"It's okay baby," he murmured sweetly, "I'll get it for you."

She looked into his deep blue eyes, biting her lip again-god he loved it when she did that. Quinn wrapped him into a passionate kiss.

Approximately seven minutes (though Sam would never admit he counted), he jumped out of the car to go and retrieve his girlfriend's phone. Quinn seemed to radiate happiness as she sat in the car, watching his retreating figure with real glee bubbling through her soul.

There was a knock on window of her car. Spinning herself round she saw Blaine's face pressing itself against the glass.

"What do you want?" she demanded, screwing down the window screen and raising her eyebrows and pursing her lips. What was this random doing here still bugging her? She gave a surreptitious smile: Quinn loved resurfacing her bitch side every now and then.

Blaine gave her an awkward kind of grin.

"I know this is going to sound kind of crazy," he explained, "but I was wondering if you could do me a favour."

Quinn gave a long, exasperated sigh but continued staring pointedly at him, not shooting him down already.

"It's just," continued Blaine slightly awkwardly, "my family doesn't exactly know that I'm…"

She raised her eyebrows again.

"Gay?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "and well I was wondering whether you could pretend to be my girlfriend, just for next weekend when all my family are in town for this reunion thing."

She opened her mouth in shock.

"Emm, that's a bit of a strange request," she answered, looking him up and down.

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Come on Quinn, you're pretty and blonde, just their type."

"Gee thanks."

He sighed.

"Why are you so ashamed of Kurt being your boyfriend?" she asked, though to be honest she didn't know if she really cared.

"It's just not the right moment to tell them you see."

"But I have a boyfriend, and I don't want to pretend to be yours."

He leant into the window, pleasing with her.

"Please, please, please." He tried to turn on the puppy-dog eyes. Quinn groaned.

"Don't worry we don't have to kiss or anything, I won't even hold your hand," he assured her with a disgusted face at the thought of it.

Tired of arguing with him, Quinn started to roll up the window.

"Fine!" she shouted as he backed away.

Blaine grinned and gave her the thumbs up. She just rolled her eyes.

"Hey, hey, honey."

Sam jumped back into the car, depositing her phone onto her lap.

"Thanks sweetie," she said leaning in to kiss him.

The car only started seven and a half minutes later.

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will be a quinn/sam, kurt/blaine, and eventually quinn/blaine