Although he knew it was for the best, Blaine felt guilty about not telling Kurt his secret plans with Quinn. To each other, they were in a relationship, and to their friends at Dalton Academy, it was pretty obvious. But outside the closeted world of blue and red blazers, duets and dancing with the Warblers, there was nothing official between them. Kurt called Blaine his boyfriend when he was alone at night quietly smiling, and Blaine confirmed it in their hushed make-out sessions in the early morning. Boarding school was perfect for secrets, they only needed to wake up before the others and nab the best janitor's closet, sneaking out of it and disappearing into the crowds of the corridor one by one as the bell rang.
At the end of a particularly boring English class, Blaine hurriedly packed his books into his bag and, slinging it into his locker, headed towards the front door again.
"Where are you going?" asked Kurt, who had sidled up beside him, "We have Warblers Practice now."
"I have to cut today," explained Blaine quickly, not willing to explain any further. But his guilt got the better of him and he winked back at Kurt over his shoulder as he exited.
Running towards the coffee shop, he realised he was late but as he scanned the street opposite, he saw no battered-up red car preying on the corner. Tinkling the bell as he entered, Blaine saw it was considerably busier than yesterday and tried to weave in and out of the tables and coats. Quinn was already there he saw, sitting with her arms crossed against her cheerleader's uniform and just staring around her, legs folded one on top of the other.
"Hey," Blaine breathed, sitting down and looking about him, "crowded today, eh?"
Quinn smiled as she leant in.
"It took me about 10 minutes to order," she said, "so I hope it's alright."
He saw that she had already picked up two mugs of coffee, one presumably meant for him.
"That's almost spot on," he exclaimed as he tried it, "just a good guess?"
She gave another smug little smile.
"I just have a good memory."
Blaine wiped the liquid moustache from his lip as he carefully placed the mug back on the table.
"No boyfriend then today?" he joked, gesturing outside.
"No," Quinn laughed, "Sam threatened, but he's got football practice."
Blaine's mouth curled upwards at the same time as one of his eyebrows.
"What?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"A footballer and a cheerleader," Blaine commented, "how perfect."
Quinn leant back into her chair, biting her lip.
"Yeah," she smiled resolutely back at him, "perfect."
There was a small pause, then he opened his mouth
"So," Blaine started decidedly, pushing his elbows onto the table, "I don't know much about you. Let's talk about that."
She tilted her head slightly to one side, pursing her lips into the tiniest of smiles. Blaine saw that she smiled a lot, but they were all different: the happy smile, the laughing smile, the I'm right smile, the slightly annoyed smile.
"I don't often talk about myself," she stated.
"Why not?" he wondered, enjoying his role as a psychologist. She didn't seem to be angry, it was just as if she was holding back something.
Quinn gave a small chuckle.
"I guess I've not had a very interesting life," she murmured, looking out of the window.
Blaine could sense that she wasn't going to say anything else on the subject, so he let it be.
"Why did you join a glee club?" he asked, thinking that this was a safe question.
Her hand went up to the small cross that nestled against her throat as she looked back towards him.
"At first it was to spy on it for the cheerleading coach, and to keep by boyfriend in check," she remembered with a smile.
He laughed, cupping the warm mug into his hands.
"Didn't you trust Sam?" he asked, pretending to tutt.
Quinn's fingers seemed to close firmly around her cross.
"No," she explained slowly, "he wasn't my boyfriend at the time. It was another guy called Finn."
"Wait," exclaimed Blaine, putting down his mug again, "Kurt's stepbrother?"
Quinn looked into his surprised face. Of course, she'd forgotten that part.
"Yes," she nodded, "why do you know a lot about him?"
He shook his head, explaining that Kurt had just talked a lot about New Directions.
"Do you want to move outside?" Quinn asked abruptly, draining her coffee and getting up.
"Oh, um, sure."
She smile hurriedly at him and moved towards the door. Blaine chuckled to himself. Quinn Fabray was an odd girl, he thought. But that was fine by him.
Walking outside, Blaine suggested that they go to the park just round the corner and she agreed, as he explained more about himself and why he sang in the glee club. After a while, they fell silent, and he watched her wandering just ahead of him.
"We should hold hands," Blaine laughed, "you know, get into character."
She made a noise, half way between a sigh and a laugh, looking back at him.
"I have a boyfriend," she reminded him, " and so do you!"
He grabbed her hand anyway, grinning sheepishly.
"Come on, how are we supposed to fool my family? We need practice!"
Seeing that she had no choice, Quinn relented and walked next to him, their hands together. It was so odd, though Blaine, walking with a girl like this, let alone walking with Quinn Fabray. She just smiled at the looks other people gave them.
"See, we look together," proclaimed Blaine, as a group of giggling girls passed them.
"And you're saying me and Sam don't?" Quinn teased exasperatedly.
"Well," Blaine mused, "you two are sort of the same, but we're very different."
He stopped and struck a sultry pose.
"I'm the male, dark and brooding. And you're my girlfriend, the pretty blonde."
"Right." Quinn raised her eyebrows with a taunting smile.
"Fine," he relented, " but at least try to pretend to be my girlfriend…"
He gave a mock little pout. Quinn burst out laughing, pulling her hand out of his, and giving him a shove.
"You see," she giggled, "that is why you gay! Proof, right there!"
Blaine laughed, and she came forward and slipped her arm through his.
"Ok," she instructed, "here's a quick drill on how to pretend that I am your girlfriend."
"Yes boss."
She chose to ignore this, linking their arms and moving closer.
"See," she reprimanded, "now we look like a couple. And if I say something funny you always laugh."
Blaine laughed forcefully, and she shot him a glaring look.
"At least you have the angered girlfriend look all sorted," he teased.
She flashed it to him again, then laughed.
Hey honey, I'm done, you coming round?
Quinn's face lit up as she read her phone. Blaine watched her, and could only wish that his own boyfriend had that effect on him.
"I have to run," she said, "but tomorrow?"
"You want to do it again?"
She smiled.
"I think we need a pretend date," she decided, sticking her tongue out to him.
"You need a lot of practice," Quinn continued.
He laughed. But apparently you don't, Blaine thought as she ran to the car.
So, sorry if you think that it is very slow, but since Blaine believes he's gay, it'll take a while! :P
Hope you're enjoying it, keep reviewing! :D
