"Ok girls, prepare for a night you will not forget!" Santana yelled as she stood, with Brittany, Rachel, Tin and Quinn in Breadstix parking lot. They were all pretty dressed up, but by command from Santana, everyone other than her had to wear plain black dresses, while she wore a bright pink dress. Rachel protested, because she claimed lilac was the only colour that enhanced and complimented her skin tone. However, after a four hour argument and a death threat from Santana, she agreed.

"And remember, tonight is about me." How could they forget? Santana had made them a birthday list, with each item highlighted in a corresponding colour of who should buy it her, made herself a banner for her locker, a sign for her car window and a gold sash to drape across her florescent (quite revealing) dress, so they were all now fully aware that it was Santana's birthday.

Santana took a deep breath, then walked into Breadstix, shortly followed by her 'possy'.

"Table for five please. Maybe six, if my friend Quinn gets lucky." Santana looked over her shoulder to see Quinn give her a cold look. "Kidding!" She laughed.

"Right this way madam," The waiter held five menus under his arm and led them all to a large, round booth.

"This is gonna be a blast." Rachel muttered sarcastically just after Santana directed them where to sit.

Predictably, Santana seated Quinn on the end of the booth, just in case she met a nice guy and wanted to dash off to the bathroom for a quickie. Santana found it hilarious, while Quinn just shot her another annoyed gaze. This was one of the reasons Quinn hated going out with her friends; they were all dating. She felt like the outcast. The one they all took pity on. But she didn't need pity, she was happy being single. They didn't believe it though, so at every opportunity, they embarrassed her in front of a cute guy, by trying to sell her off like some dying cow.

"I'll have another tray of Buffalo wings! And, don't forget, it's my birthday," Santana winked to the waiter, who was very familiar that it was her birthday, after being told several times.

"I'm having a Buffalo for Christmas." Brittany announced randomly. Everyone looked at her strangely, (except Santana, who smiled and kissed her cheek, leaving a hot sauce print on her cheek) and carried on eating.

"I'll be right back," Quinn quietly excused herself, because seeing Santana wolf down any more buffalo wings would make Quinn physically sick. No-one really acknowledged Quinn's absence, because she didn't make much effort to converse anyway.

It was strange for Quinn to be so dressed up, because if she had it her way, she would've come in joggers and an oversized hoody. But she knew even suggesting that to Santana would earn her a slap and an offensive insult. She was wearing a tight fitting black dress, which was strapless and stopped halfway up her thigh. Tina insisted on curling her hair, in another attempt to find her a boyfriend.

Quinn walked past tables of couples and sighed, as though God was sitting laughing at her forever loneliness. It seemed as though everyone was laughing at her, and pitied her lack of male attention. But no-one realised that after the uncountable number of douchebags she'd dated, she was holding out for something better. Something real.

She slightly adjusted her dress as she walked, and was stupidly looking at the floor, instead of right ahead. Within a second, she bumped into someone with such force, that if his hands didn't hold onto her arms, she would've fell over.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." She said, as she looked up. As she did, she saw a recognisable smiling face, one she'd seen a lot of recently.

"No worries, I'm just as clumsy." His smiling face replied. She was still quite shocked to see him, because she honestly never expected to see him again.

"Are you stalking me or something?" She asked, slightly giggling.

"I'd think it was the other way round, you know, since you think I'm hot, and all…" He chuckled as she blushed. "How are you? We didn't really get time to chat the other morning, 'cos you sorta ran out my apartment…"

"Oh yeah, uh, I'm sorry about that. But c'mon, were you up to an awkward conversation?"

"With you, sure."

She rolled her eyes at his charm. She was falling for his sweet lines and cute smile, but she just had to keep telling herself that he said and did the same things to a different girl every night, or at least that's what she forced herself to believe every time she thought about him.

"Look, I'm really grateful that you let me stay at yours, so, uh, can I buy you a plate of chips or something?" He chuckled at her offer, but refused.

"No, I know they've really raised the price of chips. But you can come with me to a wedding…"

"You've already planned our wedding? Wow."

"You could accompany me to my friend's wedding, but if you've considered marrying me then that's a commitment I'm not really ready for…" His voice trailed off, but it ended with a million dollar smile. His smile just made her melt. And she hated him for that.

"Uh, I'm not sure. We don't really know each other…"

"Yeah, you only stripped and stayed the night at my place," He laughed.

"Stripped? Bit of an exaggeration maybe?" She playfully punched his arm. "I've only met you like three times?"

"C'mon, I only need an excuse to leave early. I could say you're a sex addict, or something, and that I need to feed your addiction. Y'know, just a reason to leave, 'cos I hate weddings." She tried her hardest not to laugh.

"I hate weddings too,"

"So come with me, we can hate it together. C'mon, I'll buy you a McDonald's afterwards."

She thought about it for a few moments, before reluctantly agreeing. His face lit up.

"Can I have your hand a sec?" She looked confused, and looked down at her hand. "I know you're dying to hold hands with me."

He pulled a pen out of his pocket and clicked the top, The nib shot out, and he reached for her hand. His hands were large and tough, while hers were petite and soft. He wrote his number, before clicking the pen again and putting it back in his jeans pocket.

"The wedding's tomorrow, so be ready for one-ish, and call me when you're ready."

"Fine. But, why me? Haven't you got dozens of hot blonde's to take?"

"As far as hot blondes go, you're the only one I know. Plus, my mom's gonna be there and I don't want her nagging me about being single, so you're kinda gonna have to pretend to be my girlfriend, ok?"

She sighed and placed her hand on her forhead.

"Sure, anything else?" She asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, try and look hot. Although, that shouldn't be a problem for you…" He looked her up and down and winked again. She simply rolled her eyes.

"I can tell you're excited," He laughed at her blank expression.

"Well, who wouldn't be? Weddings are awesome." She muttered sarcastically.

"You know, it's strange that you'd do something like this for, practically a stranger."

"Well, you seem… interesting."

"Believe me, not as interesting as you." They looked at each other for a moment.

"Yo, Puck. C'mon man, we're goin' to the bar!" A guy shouted from the other side of the restaurant. Puck turned around and waved to his friend.

"It was nice talking to you Quinn Fabray." He put his hands in his pocket and swayed to and fro.

"You too, Noah, Puke-rman, was it?" She winked. This caused him to laugh and show his dimples again, something she was waiting for.

"Close enough. So, I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked as he began walking backwards.

"Yep, one o'clock." She repeated.

As he walked away, she finally processed what just happened.

"Do I have a date tomorrow?" She thought to herself.

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