Anything But Perfect

Chapter 3

Okay, just something to add – Santana is not gay, or is not yet. So far. We will see how it goes. I hope you're enjoying it so far. Also, I may take longer to add more chapters because I might add a couple at a time instead of just one. Thanks for reading so far – enjoy :)

Thanks to Celtic Quill for some really helpful advice and feedback :)

I do not own Glee

How the hell was she going to tell her parents?

Telling Puck had been hard enough. But he wouldn't leave her alone. It wasn't fair. It's not like they were together when they… Ugh. She couldn't bear to think about what they'd done.

They were both a bit drunk, at a party thrown by one of the cheerleaders. They were dancing upstairs when Puck guided her into a spare room. And kissed her. And it reminded her of the way he kissed her when they were together. And it reminded her of the way she felt for him, for all this time. And she wanted him to see how she felt about him. And then it happened.

So here she was. Up the creek without a paddle. Single and alone. And Puck wouldn't stop bugging her. The truth was, and she knew it was underneath the rock-hard exterior of false emotions and fake nonchalance, she loved him.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her stomach was flat and slightly muscled, showing the impact of daily training with the Cheerios. Oh god. Cheerios. How the hell was she going to be head cheerleader with a stomach the size of a house? She couldn't do this.

Her stomach was churning around like a washing machine. She felt nauseous… In fact, really sick… Oh no. Not again… Quinn sprinted to the toilet, holding her stomach and retching.

Kurt trailed his fingers through Blaine's wardrobe. "Ugh, Blaine, you really need to get some better clothes…" Blaine sighed and looked over at his boyfriend.

"I'm sure you'll volunteer to help…"

"Of course! You know what that means? SHOPPING?" Blaine sighed again.

Kurt pulled a drawer out from the wardrobe. It was overflowing with bowties of every different type and colour. "Why on Earth do you need that many bowties?" asked Kurt, picking up a tartan bowtie and waving it about.

"Burns Night," explained Blaine. "We're AMERICAN! We don't celebrate Burns Night!" exclaimed Kurt.

"Any excuse to party" replied Blaine, winking at Kurt. Kurt picked up another, bright yellow with blue and green polka dots. "This is a fashion CRIME." Blaine looked sheepish.

Kurt delved into the bottom of the drawer. He pulled out a rainbow multicoloured bowtie, a bright pink bow tie and several still in their packaging. "You, Mr Anderson, are obsessed."

Blaine grinned charmingly back at him. "With you? Always." He chased him around the room. He wrapped his arms around him from behind and kissed the side of his head.

Mike stood in the dance studio. Touching his toes, he stretched out his back and sprung up into a dance move. Twisting in mid-air, he swung round, brought a leg above his head and landed in a perfect split. He leaned back and pushed with his legs to stand himself up. Immediately launching into a series of forward somersaults and landing in a push-up position, he kicked his legs up into a handstand. He moved into a straddle forward roll and stood up. Staring at himself in the mirror, he wondered what to do next. He spun into several ballet spins and jump.

Santana walked past the door and shuddered to a stop. She looked in at Mike dancing. Her eyes followed him around the room. A sly smile slid onto her face. She sauntered into the room.

"Hey Mike." She twirled her dark hair around a finger. Mike jumped into the air to stop his spin and slammed his feet down on the floor, surprised to see Santana at the same dance studio he went to.

"Oh, uh, hey Santana… Why are you here? I… I mean, I'm surprised to see you here – I mean… Umm." She grinned at him as he spoke, touching his shoulder.

I thought I would take some dance lessons, but my teacher bailed…" She turned to face him. "Hey!" she exclaimed as if she had just thought of the idea, "You could teach me! You're an amazing dancer" She traced his muscles on his arms and down to his stomach with a finger. "And you have such amazing muscles." She winked at him.

He stuttered slightly, "Uhhh, s-ssure… Yeah. Why not?"