Rumours. That's all McKinley ever seemed to care about was rumours, rumours, and more rumours…oh, and did I mention rumours? It was insanity. All Blaine wanted in life was a serene place to study for his History exam, and he couldn't even get that without having to listen to constant gossip and arguments! He was just oh so thankful that he was never tied in with all that pointless high school drama. He was perfectly content with just sitting aside from everyone else while they carried on with creating lies that were just "so fascinating." It annoyed him deeply, and he just kept praying every day that he could survive high school without being dragged into the mess.

"Ah, so I see Harry Potter's decided to show up to school today," Santana mocked him, walking past forcefully with the rest of the Cheerios following, triumphant smiles on each of their perfect little faces.

Blaine did the only thing he knew how to: ignore them. He had never been one to stick up for himself, or anyone in that matter, and Santana's insults were only minor bruises to his self-esteem. It was from someone else that really mattered to him; Kurt Hummel…

Blaine was hopelessly in love with head Cheerio Kurt Hummel who wouldn't spend more than five seconds looking in his direction. It was upsetting, but Blaine couldn't help himself. I mean, Kurt was just so perfect and ugh…why did his heart have to long for him of all people? It wasn't fair…but, then again, his entire life wasn't fair. So why should his crush be any different?

"Careful, San, you might catch some of the creep that we're trying to protect Hummel from," Quinn smirked ominously at Blaine.

Oh, and his infatuation wasn't exactly a secret, either. Everyone knew. And by everyone, I also mean Kurt. And they held it against Blaine. Ever since they figured out he liked Kurt about a month or two ago, it was included in every insult that was thrown his way. It was tiring, hearing the same thing every day, but he endured it. I mean, what else could he do? It's not like Blaine could ever just stand up to them. No, that's absurd, he thought.

He simply pushed his glasses up further on his nose and headed to his locker, gathering the proper books for the first three periods. He jiggled his lock and popped his locker open. However, there was a slip of paper immediately floating out of it and landing on the ground.

Something was wrong. Nobody ever dared talking to Blaine, never mind passing him a note for anyone to find. He unfolded it and didn't recognize the swirly handwriting written in a pink pen right away. He looked around quickly to make sure no one was looking before he began reading it.

Dear gel helmet, I mean Blaine,

I know what you did.

Blaine was confused. He didn't continue reading on because he didn't do anything. He never did anything, hence his social status. All he did was study and do homework. Hesitantly, he continued on.

Yeah, you're trying to remember every bad thing you've ever done in your life. Don't worry; it could just be our dirty little secret.

Under one condition.

Meet me at the supermarket after school and I'll tell you what's up.

-Your favorite Cheerio

Surely they couldn't be serious. It was probably just a bunch of jocks waiting to beat Blaine up. But something in his gut was telling him to just go…

Then Blaine realized something even bigger.

He furrowed his eye brows in confusion. Wait…who's my favorite Cheerio? Kurt would never freely meet up with me, it can't be him. So then who…?

A few fingers tapped on his shoulder. He turned around quickly, regretting it immediately. He was slapped in the face with a horridly cold, red slushy. He scurried off to the nearest bathroom, clutching his books to his chest like his life depended on it. Once in there, he locked the door and proceeded to taking off his shirt and washing the red dye out of his hair.

Blaine jumped when a toilet flushed and none other than Kurt Hummel appeared out of a stall. He raised an eye brow at Blaine and Blaine's heart did a little flip. He'd never gotten more than a penetrating glance from Kurt, and even the slightest bit more of attention was enough to make him loopy.

"Might as well just keep your stained shirt on for later, Anderson," Kurt said with an evil look in his eye as he rinsed his hands quickly and strode out of the bathroom.

Blaine groaned in frustration. Really? They're planning on slushy-ing me twice in one day?

…

The rest of the day passed rather quickly, which Blaine hated with all his heart. He dreaded meeting up with one of his tormentors at the supermarket later, but he knew he had to. Apparently he'd done something bad without even realizing it. So, before he knew it, Blaine was in his car driving to Shop Rite to meet some Cheerio.

He parked his car and as he stepped into the store, his lakes became suddenly very wobbly. He really didn't want to be doing this, but he knew that if he turned around now, he'd hate himself for it later on. He walked from isle to isle trying to find the girl (or guy, if it in fact was Kurt) wearing an expensive cheerleading uniform. He peered up and down each one and unfortunately saw no one. Figures, they got me to waste my time coming here and they stood me up. At that moment, two hands latched onto his eyes so he couldn't see. He was being pulled to an empty isle when the person finally let go.

"Wow, Anderson, surprised you came. You should be a bit more conscious of what you're agreeing to next time. You never know who could be plotting what against you, and you're just lucky it's only me," Santana winked and picked at her nails.

Blaine could only stare in awe. Oh no. Santana has a bone to pick with me? Hmm, this could either end badly or deadly…

"S-Santana…uh, I-I…um," Blaine stuttered, palms suddenly sweaty.

"Didn't expect me to be here, right? Let me guess, you expected Hummel to show up and sweep you off your feet as you two rode off into a beautiful sunset with roses being thrown at your feet?"

Blaine paled, because he wasn't expecting something as idiotic as that, but he honestly had been expecting Kurt here just a bit.

She laughed. "Hmm, thought so. Anyway, I've come to make a deal with you."

Blaine stared at her, obviously full of fear. "Y-yeah?"

"I assume you got my note. I was serious. I know what you did."

"A-and what exactly…uh, did I…um, do?" Blaine asked seriously.

She scoffed. "Oh, don't pull that with me, Blaine. I know you spread those rumours about you and Kurt hooking up."

Blaine gaped at her. "H-hooking up? Santana, I didn't do that. Nor did I start those rumours, I don't know who you heard that from."

Santana perched an eye brow. "So you're denying getting with Hummel?"

"I'm d-denying both of them."

She stared at him for a long moment. She sighed and crossed her arms across her chest. "Why don't I believe you?"

Now Blaine was getting annoyed. Seriously, what did it take to get this girl off his back? "I didn't do anything, Santana!"

"Hmm, not buying it."

"What do I have to do to make you believe that I have nothing to do with this!"

Santana scoffed and shoved him against the wall. "You think you have nothing to do with this? Well, tell me how when everyone's talking about how you and him got together last weekend. It's not with Artie, it's not with Puck, it's with you. And anyone with eyes can see how much you want to just have him all to yourself, and I'm not having it. You're ruining his reputation, Anderson, and I refuse to believe for one second that you weren't the mastermind behind this," Santana took a breath and stared at the floor. "Which is why I'm making this deal with you. I'll save your ass if you just hear me out."

Blaine looked at her sympathetically and, wow, he never thought he'd ever do that. "O-okay."

"Look. I need to know that you're fully on board with this, because this deal includes me telling you one of my darkest secrets, and I can't risk it that you'll go spreading around those rumours, too."

Blaine rolled his eyes because Santana was just not getting the fact that Blaine didn't even know any of this started. Reluctantly, he nodded for her to go on.

"Okay, well…I-I…" Santana sighed, folding her arms tightly across her chest and dropping her gaze to the floor once again. "Alright, let's start with this: I'm in love with Brittany."

Blaine gasped. He knew they were close and all, but he never would have suspected Santana being in love with her. "O-okay, so h-how d—"

"I'm not finished yet. I just…I can't have the whole school knowing I'm a lesbian. It'd completely ruin my reputation and I'd be thrown back to the bottom of the social ladder. So, here's where you come in."

Blaine gulped. What the hell did Santana have in mind for him?

"I want you to be my beard."

Blaine turned his head to the side in confusion. "What?"

"I won't tell Hummel that you started the rumours if you pretend to date me for everyone in school. I'm afraid that more people will notice that I love Brittany and confront me about it."

Blaine was stunned. Never in his life would he expect someone like Santana to ask to pretend to date someone like him. He figured he would have to ask her about it at a later date. It was apparently a moment too long of not speaking and Santana was growing worried.

"Blaine? Are you okay?"

He refocused his vision on her and just stared. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just a b-bit…overwhelming…"

Soon, emotional Santana was gone and she returned back to her snarky self. "Please, one day with this and Kurt will be so jealous he'd be begging just to kiss you," She winked and Blaine considered the idea, heart pounding noticeably loud at the fact that Kurt could possibly fall for him. "But you seriously have to accept my offer. I just told you something I've never admitted to another soul, and if you decline, I'll make up some nasty things to say about you and blast it all over the school. Oh, and I'll tell Hummel you made up those rumours and it'll be all over for you," She rolled her eyes and cracked a bit of a smile. "And I'll keep the jocks and Cheerios from tormenting and slushy-ing you so often."

Blaine gulped and forced a smile. "O-okay."

Santana actually grinned at him. "Thank yo—"

"Oh, hey San!" Brittany exclaimed and ran up to Santana, throwing her arms around her neck. Santana's look of friendliness was gone and replaced by something Blaine recognized as a façade.

"See you at school tomorrow, dweeb," Santana winked and walked away with Brittany.

Blaine really wished he would have just said no and dealt with the consequences.

A/N: So, it's a new story for all you just-now readers, but i sort of deleted this story during school today... terrible idea, i regret it so much...

SO IF YOU FOUND THIS STORY AGAIN AND WANT TO CONTINUE READING IT I LOVE YOU AND I PROMISE THIS WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN!

I just had false confidence, and yeah... anyway, it's back and i will be reposting the second chapter as well and the third one once im finished! (Almost done with the third one, been working on it for a few days now!)

Again, i deeply apologize and hope this isn't too confusing. I am so sorry everybody, i know how many of you were reading this before hand...

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~Special K-Kray