"Britt, you can't be serious!" I yelled over the phone. How could Brittany dump me? Sure we hadn't been doing so great lately, and I always had my doubts that she didn't really know what she was doing with me, maybe she was just going with the flow. As much as I don't like to say it, she is stupid. "Santana I'm sorry I just don't have feelings for you that way." I hung up the phone angrily and stormed down the empty hall. School was over and it was time for glee, Brittany hadn't shown up to school today, she knows she isn't graduating, so what's the point? I stormed out of the door into the cool September air. Fuck glee, after what just happened there was no way I was going. Jesus Christ it's cold for September. I shivered and picked up the pace as I speed-walked to my car. I reached into my bag for my keys and realized I forgot them in my locker. I so was not in the mood for this. "What, the, fuck!" I screamed, kicking the front tire by the driver's side between each word.

"Whoa, somebody's angry..." I whirled around at that to see Blaine. "Look, twinkle toes, I'm not in the mood." He arched one triangular eyebrow and smirked at me. "You look like you need a ride. C'mon." I didn't really know Blaine but I didn't particularly dislike him. I shrugged and followed behind. It would be rude to turn down a free ride, and I didn't feel like being alone right now. "So why aren't you doing to glee?" He asked. "Why aren't you?" I countered. "I asked you first." "I asked you second." We sat there in his car smirking at each other for a little bit. When did the alpha gay get hot? I mean, damn, I knew he looked better once he had decreased his immense amount of hair gel, but I've never noticed how attractive he really is. What the hell am I doing, swooning over a gay guy after my girlfriend just dumped me? "If you must know," he said, interrupting my thoughts, "Kurt and I we… we kind of… broke up." My jaw dropped in surprise. "Are you serious? But you guys were so happy together I thought." "What, no sarcastic comment?" He joked. "Not today."

We drove in silence for the most part, him humming some of the time. We pulled up to his house and I looked over at him. "You look like you could use some company, and so could I, and you're one of the only people in glee club I can actually stand." I looked at him incredulously. "What… the fuck?" He just looked at me, waiting for me to finish. "I… you…" I looked out the window, for some reason this afternoon's events were just beginning to hit me. I opened the car door and said "Okay then, let's hang out."

Twenty minutes later, Blaine and I were kicked back on his deck, the sun had come out and it was a lot warmer so I was just wearing a sports bra and cotton shorts, him some basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. "I've never seen you dressed so casual." I observed. "You gonna tell me why you skipped glee?" He asked, ignoring my comment. "Fine, I'll tell you, but only because you've managed to be pleasant so far." I snapped. He looked at me, waiting. I decided to just cut to the chase. "Brittany dumped me." I said, tears pricking at my eyes. Hell. No. I am NOT about to cry in front of him right now. He didn't say anything about it at first, just looked at me. Then he patted my hand and disappeared into the house. He emerged ten seconds later with a tub of strawberry ice cream and two spoons. I laughed and said "How did you know strawberry ice cream is my weakness?" He flashed a grin at me and said "Strawberry ice cream fixes everything." "At least someone in this world is intelligent." Blaine smiled at me again, and I found myself smiling back. It was like it was contagious. He smiles, I smile, and vice versa. It was the first time we hung out, and we were already totally in sync. If I didn't enjoy his company so goddamned much (which I'd never admit to him), I would think it's creepy.

The next day after school I ended up giving him a ride to my house, since Mr. Schue had told us we were paired for the next assignment because we weren't at glee club. He must have not paired me and Brittany because he figured we wouldn't get any work done.

"So, partner," Blaine said conversationally. I rolled my eyes at him. "What song do you wanna do?" This week's assignment had been duets, obviously.

"I don't know, what do you think?"

"Lovesong, Adele's version."

"Why?"

"'Cause we would kill it, duh!"

I just laughed and looked at him.

"Eyes on the road, San, I don't wanna die in this car."

I felt a tingling in my stomach when he I heard him call me that. It was a weird sensation. "Did you just call me San?"

"You don't like it?"

"No! I mean yes, I mean… fuck. Yes. I like it."

I looked over and that damned grin was on his face, and sure enough a smile slowly creeped upon mine. We drove the rest of the way singing along to the radio, sometimes extremely obnoxiously. A One Direction song came on, and we began singing/screaming the words out the window.

"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE, THE WAY THAT YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR GETS ME OVERWHELMED, BUT WHEN YOU SMILE AT THE GROUND IT AIN'T HARD TO TELL YOU DON'T KNO-O-OW, YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL"

After the song we were laughing hysterically. "I, fucking, hate, that, song" I gasped in between breaths. "Me too" We had finally stopped laughing once the car stopped, but once we looked at each other we burst into giggles again. "Okay c'mon, B, let's just get our song down and then we can do whatever the fuck we want."

"Did you just call me B?"

"You don't like it?" I mocked him.

He cocked his head to the right and looked at me for a minute. "I kinda love it, actually."

I smiled and winked at him before I got out of the car and walked up the driveway to my front door, not looking back. He would follow me.

Blaine's POV:

Santana lived in a two bedroom apartment, and only one of the rooms looked used.

"San, do you… do you live here alone?"

"Um," She paused for a moment. "Yeah."

"Why? Last I knew you were in Lima Heights. This is a pretty nice apartment; do you pay for it yourself?"

She sighed and said "Look, B. I wasn't having the best time at home, and I have a job. My grandmother pays for the part of the rent I can't afford."

What could be so bad at home that she had to move out?

We sat on her couch and she grabbed her laptop to look up the instrumental to lovesong.

I watched her open the laptop and turn it on, the light from the laptop illuminating her face.

I can't believe Brittany broke up with her. I mean damn, if I wasn't gay I would waste no time trying to make her mine.

She looked up to see me watching her and smiled at me. Instantly, I felt the heat rush to my face.

What the fuck? I'm supposed to be gay, and I'm not drunk this time.

"You got the hots for me, B?" She said with a wink.

"Maybe I do." I said, returning the wink and trying to keep my cool as my heart flip-flopped in my chest.

What is happening to me?