A/N: THEY DO IT TONIGHT. HAHAH. Oh, wow. This is... ha, Let's just say I like this, kay? More Killerteristic? I can't even decide if I want to continue it. ? Sorry. Send me a message if you miss it dearly. This will be multiple chapters by the by.

Blaine Anderson was the most beautiful girl in at Dalton School for Young Ladies. Her hair was a rich chocolate brown with natural curls that framed her face. The one thing she detested about her appearance was her triangular-shaped eyebrows. They would grow back as quickly as she waxed them. Yet, she couldn't complain. She was acne-free and the popularized girl at Dalton. She was the star of the Warblettes, the school's glee club. Thankfully, the glee club at Dalton was surprisingly cool and if you were in, you were popular. Blaine loved being popular. Th parties, the lustful glances, and most importantly, the power. However, she had a huge secret not even her closest friends knew about her. And no it wasn't that she was shorter than everyone around her. It was worse, far, far worse.

"Blaine, please. We need this winter musical. Just vote yes?" Ginger's blue eyes were pleading with her.

Blaine rolled her eyes, bored of Ginger's same old tune. "Another musical, Ginger? I swear last time you said the exact same thing." Blaine could tolerate Ginger on certain circumstances, but today was just not one of them.

Ginger huffed. "I did not. Blaine, really. We need it to bring in more freshmen!" Ginger became animated. "If we had more people, we could set on a real production like West Side Story or Wicked." She said the last musical with inflection and emphasis, knowing it was Blaine's favorite.

"One more musical," Blaine sighed. "If it doesn't bring in freshmen, no more."

Ginger beamed in victory and bounced over to her seat in the cozy auditorium. Blaine analyzed the budget of the musical. RENT had too much scene changes. She unlocked her iPhone to find it was near five-o-clock. She had Warblette practice at five. She growned, shoving her papers into her folder. She grabbed her satchel, red cardigan, gray scarf, and re-usable coffee cup and rushed out of the auditorium. She ran smack dab into a tall girl whose coffee was now all over the pavement.

"Oh god, I'm so, so sorry," Blaine apologized profusely. The other girl had a smirk on her face, she wasn't the least bit annoyed. Blaine was bending down to grab the girl's books when she heard a cough, more like a chuckle. She rose and stared at the girl before her.

She was tall as Blaine said about everyone, but this girl had a cockiness about her. It's as if she knew that Blaine disliked being short and scoffed at it. The smirk pulling at her lips was dangerously flirting with her dirty blond straight hair. Her skirt was shorter than most, especially Blaine's. She wasn't wearing her assigned blazer and instead wore a stylish black buttoned coat. And the tugging secret haunting Blaine boiled to the surface again.

"I'm Sebby," the girl said, outstretching her hand.

Blaine took it, trying furiously to ignore the blush rising to her cheeks. "Blaine," she answered. "I'm truly sorry about your coffee."

Sebby smirked again, fluttering her eyelashes seductively. "You'll just have to buy me another, missy."
Blaine coughed nervously. "I- I actually have Warblette practice, b-but I would love to later," she said.

"It's a date," Sebby whispered and winked. And then she brushed by Blaine, their arms sending electric shocks down one another's bodies. Blaine let the shiver possess her and she couldn't help turning around to watch Sebby's Dalton skirt fluttering in the winter breeze.