"Hey baby,"

"Ugh, what do you want?"

"You underneath me."

"You're a pig, Sebastian."

This was normal. Sebastian Smythe was a star lacrosse player, at the top of the school's hierarchy. Blaine Anderson was a cheerleader, fitting for his bright and infectious personality. Put them together and you had a volatile pair that was destined to blow up. At least, that's what it seemed like at first glance.

Face to face, the pair were ruthless. Insults spewed from Blaine as Sebastian hit on him in the most crude ways, groping and grabbing him in the locker room and the hall, relentlessly intruding on his personal space.

"Whatever you say, Pretty Boy. I'll have you one day."

"Keep dreaming."

There was something beneath the fire of smug green and angry hazel eyes as Sebastian walked away, his lacrosse jersey hanging loose on his frame, fingers fishing into his pocket. It isn't a moment after he turns the corner and slips from sight that Blaine's phone is buzzing in his pocket.

Locker Room, afterschool.

No. Not today. Swim team has their late practice today.

It wasn't a question.

And secretly, Blaine loved when he wasn't given a choice. He loved when Sebastian took control and practically made Blaine worship his body with his tongue. The weight of forceful hands guiding his mouth over the smooth expanses of skin, down, down, down until that heavy tang of skin and sweat and sex painted his mouth and weighed down his tongue.

"Uh Blaine, what are you doing?" It was Quinn Fabray, his longtime best friend and Mckinley cheer captain leaning against the locker beside Blaine with an amused smirk on his face.

The dark haired boy jumped, ripped violently from his thoughts and scowled. "What?"

"You're practically drooling and I think I saw you hump your locker. Day dreaming about a little Smythe Loving?" She smirked, which only served to deepen his frown.

"You're actually joking right? He's a pig. I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole."

"That's not what I saw at Santana's party last weekend."

"I was drunk!"

Alright, so Blaine wasn't really thatdrunk when he attended Santana Lopez's birthday party last Friday, but he figured it was the perfect excuse. Sebastian spent most of the night flirting shamelessly with other boys, smirking as he eyed Blaine across the room. Finally, Anderson had gotten fed up and before either of them really knew what was happening, he'd grabbed Sebastian by the collar of his shirt and slammed him hard against the wall. All eyes turned on them as they bickered, spewing insults and twisted compliments until their mouths hit in sloppy, desperate kisses. Most people passed it off as nothing more than an alcohol fueled, angry fuck, but Quinn saw right through Blaine.

"Right." The tiny blonde smirked, sneaky fingers reaching out and tearing his phone from his hand. With a growl, Blaine lunged for it, but she placed a steady hand on his chest as she twisted on her heel, scrolling through the inbox as she walked away, granting him a passive finger wiggle over her shoulder. He heard her laugh as she twisted her head to look at him.

"Have fun later… Killer."

Panic and anger flooded in Blaine as he stood, flabbergasted in the middle of the hallway, oblivious to the sound of the bell ringing and the other students making a hot rush to their classroom.

Now Quinn knew everything.

Now, Blaine and Quinn were friends, yes. Good friends. Great friends. But they were constantly in competition with one another. Coach Sylvester may have appointed Quinn head cheerleader but lately it seemed like favor was falling in Blaine's favor and the tiny girl didn't like that, not one bit. If there was one thing that Blaine Anderson had learned about the proud blonde is that she would do anything to crush someone if they got in her way. Even her closest friends. Her conscience just didn't work like everyone else's. It was all a popularity contest, a means to further enhance her reputation. That was her only real goal.

Now, whether or not Blaine wanted her spot as Queen Bitch (which, in fact he didn't) was irrelevant to her. If she felt threatened she went on the defensive, and that was what worried him. His own reputation was at stake now.

The next few periods dragged longer than they should have. Blaine couldn't think, couldn't listen, couldn't focus.

"Mr. Anderson. Mr. Anderson. Blaine."

Attention snapped upwards from his page, his hand having been doodling aimlessly on his lined notebook paper.

"Sorry, what?" He asked with a sigh as everyone else began to laugh or whisper about him.

"If you'd kindly come up to the board and solve this problem. I'd like to see if you were paying attention."

Great.

As he expected, math class ended in total embarrassment, similar to his history class. It wasn't until he was on his way to lunch that he saw Quinn again, a crowd of girls around him gasping and giggling. He drew closer, raising a brow before he realized what they were doing.

"Hey!" He snapped, storming forward and tearing his iPhone from their hands. Quinn looked up at him as if she'd just seen a puppy get kicked.

"Oh come on, Blainey. It's cute."

"You showed everyone my texts!"

"And your pictures," Santana chimed in from the corner with a smirk. "So tell me, was that your cock or Sebby's? Doesn't really matter. Whoever it was is hung like a horse."

The grimace on his face had definitely reached his eyes by now. Other comments from the laughing band of girls registered somewhere in the back of his mind, but the cheerleader couldn't focus on that right now.

"Fuck off," He scowled, turning on his heel and storming out of the room.

"Check your locker, Anderson! We got you and pretty boy a new toy to use!" Someone called behind him. His cheeks flushed red as he stormed down the hall, intent on seeing just what the girls had done. His locker opened with little resistance, a plethora of feather ticklers, handcuffs, and less than g-rated toys cascading from the stuffed locker and onto the floor. His heart stopped as a fluttering piece of paper caught his eye. Picking it up, he scanned over the torn notebook page, eyes following the twisted pink ink etched on the page.

"Secrets out. Have fun ;)

Xoxo,

Q. "