"Cut the crap Trouty," Santana hissed.

"What?" Sam asked, startled at the sudden outburst.

"Wow, you're a horrible actor. How the hell did you get cast in a damn play?" She laughed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Santana," he tried to play coy.

"Berry is a horrible liar and the Hobbit that you call a best friend has been at the loft an awful lot lately," Santana explained and shook a breadstick in Sam's direction.

"Kurt's back in Lima for the remainder of the summer so Blaine feels safe going over," he tried to cover up.

"Today is my birthday and those two turds are planning something for me," she told him. "They're using you as a decoy because you're the only person in this entire city that I would want to spend my birthday dinner with."

"I'm touched, I think," Sam raised an eyebrow as he spoke. "But honestly San, they aren't planning anything. Blaine honestly just wants to spend time with Rachel without the awkwardness of Kurt being around."

"Yep," she nodded proud of herself. "You still are a terrible liar. I can see through all your bull Trouts."

"Whatever Santana," he rolled his eyes at the birthday girl. "I invited you to the Olive Garden because it's the classiest thing I can afford right now and this is the thanks I get."

"Fine," she sighed giving in. "Let's enjoy this meal and I promise to practice my surprised face before we head to my party."

"That's all I ask," Sam replied as Santana laughed.

An hour later the ex couple arrived at the loft and like she promised Santana pretend to act surprised when everyone jumped out and welcomed her to the party. Sam was proud of himself, no one knew that Santana knew all along about the party. He was a little preoccupied anyway, his eyes immediately fell on the blonde who was standing by the couch. It came as a surprise to no one when Santana quickly said hello to everyone and shuffled over to Brittany.

"How you doing man?" Artie asked.

Sam finally tore his eyes away from his ex. "She looks good. Healthy, happy actually."

"She's really enjoying Boston," Artie filled him in. Sam looked down at his friend a confused look obvious on his features. "We talk from time to time."

"So, she's happy and enjoying college?" He asked which got a quick nod as an answer. "Good. H-how are you man? We haven't spoken much since Kitty visited. Everything good back in Lima?"

"Everything's fine. Unique and Sugar are leaving for California next week and Joe is heading to Nashville at the end of the month," Artie informed him. "The rest are gearing up for senior year."

"Good," Sam nodded clearly not really paying attention to his friend. "I'm gonna grab something to drink."

"You do that," Artie laughed at how distracted Sam seemed. "Go talk to her dude."

"What?"

"Go talk to her," he repeated slower. "She won't bite, unless you ask her to of course."

Sam shook his head and patted Artie on the back and he walked into the kitchen to pour himself a drink.

"You doing okay in here Sam?"

Sam stopped pouring vodka in his glass and nodded at Tina. "Yea, just distracted."

"Okay," she sighed. "Rachel's insisting that we gather around the karaoke machine even though Santana has already threatened her with bodily harm."

"Seems pretty normal," Sam laughed and took a extra long sip of his drink as Brittany walked into the kitchen to grab something from the fridge.

"Hey Tina, Sam," she greeted them with her famous wide smile.

"Hey Brit," Tina smiled at the blonde and wrapped her into a quick hug.

"I'm so glad that you made it, I'm pretty sure that's the only surprise she didn't see coming."

"What!" Sam exclaimed as the girls looked over at him with grins on their faces. "I didn't spoil the party, she already knew. It's the damn Mexican third eye that she keeps taking about."

"How are you doing Sam?" Brittany finally asked and closed the gap between the two of them. She hesitantly grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. "I've missed you."

"Missed you too," he whispered in her ear and took in a deep breathe to inhale her scent. She always smelt like bubble gum and cherries. It was a smell that was both intoxicating and comforting.

Tina slipped back into the living area to give them space and privacy but she didn't dare tare her eyes from them. Someone had to watch over Sam and she made it her job to do so.

"Your hair looks good," Brittany broke away from the hug and ran her fingers through his hair. "You look good."

"Boston is agreeing with you," he sighed and moved into her touch as she brought her hand to his hip.

"I like college," she admitted with a smile. "The city is great too. I'm thriving in a big city. There's so many things to do and see."

Tina winced as she watched the couple in the kitchen. They were so perfect together. She knew that all through out senior year but to see it again made her jealous. They just fit well together, like Barbie and Ken dolls.

"Stop staring at them!"

"Ow Santana," Tina winced when a egg roll was thrown at her head.

"Leave them be," she repeated harshly.

Tina sighed in defeat and turned to her friend. "How is that not upsetting you?"

"Because I've moved on," Santana answered. "We've both moved on and got our ending."

"Well, from the looks of it she's not over Sam," Tina told her rather rudely.

"She was forced to break up with him. Just cause you don't date someone anymore doesn't mean the feelings go away just because the person does," she enlightened her.

"It's sickening," Tina grumbled and looked back into the kitchen. She huffed in frustration as the ex couple were still standing close to each other. "He was fine until she was mentioned."

"Give Brit a break," Santana tried to reason with her. "We both know how Trouty loves and never really let's go."

"It's been over a year!" Tina exclaimed and stopped herself from hitting someone or something in frustration. She grabbed the drink out of Santana's hand and downed it. "Fuck it, I'm getting drunk."

"That's what I wanna hear!" Santana clapped excitingly.

During her sophomore year of high school Tina was dubbed alongside Mercedes as the happy girl drink. Well, times surely does change things. With the guidance of Santana she turned into angry girl drunk. She didn't even know what she was drinking but whatever it was it was certainly doing it's job. She refused to feel anything every time she saw Brittany and Sam either together or by themselves. Blaine and Artie were a little concerned over her actions but she kept reassuring them that she was fine and just trying to loosen up and enjoy the party like Santana requested.

"Tina you're up!" Rachel called to her from the karaoke machine.

Tina stumbled her way to the machine and looked around the room to see all eyes on her. "Sorry to be a buzzkill but I'm gonna slow it down for a bit here."

Blaine's eyes grew wide as he heard the opening chords to the song she was getting ready to sing. No one seemed to notice his reaction or really understood his reaction anyway. He looked over at Sam who once again was attached to Brittany. Was he clueless or just too enthralled with the idea of his ex all over him?

"Dreaming of the day when you wake up and find what you've been looking for has been here the whole time," Tina belted out and looked directly in Sam's direction. No she wasn't being obvious at all. Damn vodka.

"How long has she been swooning over Lisa Rinna?"

Blaine rolled his eyes at the comment. "Santana."

"What," she defended herself. "It doesn't take a brain surgeon to realize that she's crushing hard on him."

"Just last week she was still on the fence about her feelings," Blaine confessed and looked over at Tina who was still belting out the song and looking directly at Sam who was whispering to a beaming Brittany.

"She's a woman scorned," Santana laughed and followed Blaine's movement. "You don't see me belting out a love song about how she's decided to crawl back to him after all this time."

Blaine turned to face Santana and raised his eyebrows at her comment. "And why is that?"

"She was my first love and I'll always love her for that reason," she sighed at the memory. "But I'm not in high school anymore and neither is Brit. I'm in New York living my life and she's up in Boston doing the same."

"I completely understand," Blaine nodded in agreement.

"You belong with me," Tina whispered the ending of the song and hopped off the stage and walked right past Blaine and Santana.

"Let her sleep it off," Santana resumed her conversation with Blaine. "Hopefully she drank enough that she'll forget about what just happened."

a/n: song credit You Belong With Me-Taylor Swift