I sat across from Blaine at the coffee shop, cupping my hot chocolate in both hands. I stared into his beautiful, handsome, adorable puppy dog brown eyes, not saying a word.

"You're quiet." Blaine said.

"No. I'm being passive aggressive." I said. He looked at me with curious eyes. "You promised that by the first day of school, you'd make decision. And yet, there you sit, cute as ever, but still in your Warbler's blazer."

"I can't just bail on the Warblers. They're my friends."

"Ok, all right, fine. One final sales pitch, and then we can talk about making over Nancy Grace."

"Ok."

"If you stay at Dalton, you and I are competitors."

"That's true."

"And I'm just not sure that our budding love can survive that."

"Let me get this straight. I have to transfer because you're just afraid that I'm going to beat you at sectionals?"

"No, I'm afraid that I'm going to beat you."

"Ooh, ooh, yeah."

"And I know what that does to you when I win." Blaine laughed, his straight white teeth gleaming. I laughed with him. "Look, I mean, honestly, I-I just…I just want to see you more. Yeah, I want my senior year to be magic, and that only way that's gonna happen is if I get to spend every minute of every day with you." I sipped my hot chocolate and Blaine reached over to grip my hand.

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"I'm Sugar Motta." A girl said, coming into the choir room. "And I have self diagnosed Asperger's, so I can pretty much say whatever I want. I'm like a diplomat's daughter."

"How can we help you, Sugar?" Will asked.

"Here's the deal. I'm awesome and I want to be a big, big star. And when I saw you guys singing and dancing in the cafeteria I thought, I am so much better than you. Sorry. Asperger's."

"Well, great. You see, guys? You have inspired an audition. Good job. Sugar, why don't you show us what you can do? You know, take your time. Whenever you're ready."

"Sugar Motta." Kurt whispered to Mercedes. "Why does that name sound familiar?"

"Oh, her daddy's the rich dude that donated the purple pianos." Mercedes answered.

"Get ready to taste some sweet ear candy." Sugar said. "Hit it, hottie." Big spender started to play. "The minute you walked in the joint. I could see you were a man of distinction. A real big spender. Good looking, so refined. Wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?"

"Her ears should get to park in my handicapped spot." Artie muttered.

"Hey, big spender. Spend…oh. A little time. With me. Yeah." The music stopped and I could have sworn blood was pouring out of my ears. I was tempted to call Blaine, wanting his voice to resurrect my dead ears. Her voice was outrageously off key. She danced worse than Finn and that's saying something.

"Holy sh…" Will began to say but corrected himself. "Sugar."

"Text me re: our rehearsal skedge."

"Of course." Rachel kicked the back of Will's chair.

"Mr. Shoe, stop speaking. Okay. Uh, Sugar…We'll be in touch."

"Thank you. Bye." Sugar left.

"Okay, I think I speak for everyone when I say—never gonna happen."

"Guys, I know she was a little rough," Will said. "But we have always have the policy that anyone who tries out gets in."

"You're not doing her any good sheltering Sugar from the truth, okay? High school is where you learn survival of the fittest. She's gonna drag the New Directions down, and that's not fair for those of us who don't want to spend out lives rotting in this insignificant town. You said the other day you would do anything to get us to Nationals. Okay, and she is going to keep us from winning that elusive crown. If anything, she's gonna kill all of our chances."

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I hung upside down on the gymnastics bar and stared into the brown eyes of my boyfriend.

"Hey, you." Blaine greeted me.

"Well, aren't you a sight for these sore eyes?" I said. I grabbed the bar with both hands and lowered my right leg straight down so my foot was next to my ear.

"Bad day?" I sighed.

"Bad week, more like it." I did the same to my left leg and flipped off the bar, landing on the mat on my feet. I walked over to the risers to get my bag and started to walk out of the gym with Blaine beside me. "Hey, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at Warbler practice?"

"Ok, for someone who has perfect vision, I can't believer you haven't notice that I'm not in my Warblers outfit." I stopped and stood in front of Blaine. Jeans, tight t-shirt hugging his tight chest muscles, slick back black hair.

"Wait, wait…" Then, it started to make sense. I gasped and Blaine laughed and I ran to him, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him into a hug. I stepped back realizing something. "Wait-wait—you didn't do this for me, did you? Because if you did this for me, I mean, it would be very romantic for one, but it could lead to resentment which could lead to anger, which could lead to a horrible, nasty breakup like, you know, on The Bachelorette, when we watched that…"

"Hey, I came here for me. Because I can't stand to be apart from the person I love."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to find a way to ease you into the New Directions now, huh?"

"I'm already in."

"I love you, Blaine Anderson."

"I love you too, Abigail Ear."