A/N: Thanks for the lovely reviews, guys! I just wanted to say: I ship Klaine. Always have, always will. They are completely adorable - possibly one of the best pairings on Glee. So, this isn't like ... Dissing them, or anything. Just saying(:

"Santana Lopez?" I force that fake smile before turning to see Jack standing behind my register.

"Yes boss?" I suppress a sigh. I still have an hour of my shift left and it's going slow. There's a bead of sweat trickling down my boss's ugly bald head.

"Can I have a word?" He says gruffly.

I stand up straighter, pushing my hair out of my eyes. Maybe he'll tell me to go home early. "Sure, what's up?"

He shakes his head. "In the office. I'll put Casey on this register to take your spot."

I frown and my heart rate quickens. He better not be firing me. "Why can't we just - "

"I'll be out in a few minutes." He cuts me off.

I stalk passed him and towards the office. God, I hate this job ...

I'm examining a disgustingly sexist calendar when Jack shuffles into the office. He's short and overweight - he's only in his late twenties, but he looks much older.

"Look boss, if you're going to fire me - "

"I'm not firing you, Santana." He clears his throat. "Just take a seat."

I slump into the cushioned office chair, thankful to be sitting down. After the five hour shift, my feet are beginning to ache.

"Now, I'd like to say, you're one of my most valued workers, Miss Lopez." Jack meets my eyes directly. "You've put in a lot of hard work for the store - it means a lot to ... Me."

I look away, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. "Uh, yeah. Thanks ... "

I didn't realize it before, but I notice now that Jack's left eye twitches before he talks. "You must've been a popular girl in high school," He says slowly. "You know, you're a beautiful girl, Santana."

Underneath the desk, Jack's legs bump mine. I suppress my cringe - he's such a perve. "Right. Thanks. Look, I have to go home soon – I'm actually not feeling well." I look down at my hands. "Is there anything you actually wanted?"

"You." He says hoarsely.

I spring to my feet. "Excuse me?"

Jack pulls himself to his feet too. "You heard me, Santana." He says dryly. "Don't deny it; you've been flirting with me for weeks now."

He reaches forward to place a hand on my cheek and I smack him away, horrified. "You're kidding yourself! Might I remind you that this is completely unprofessional!"

He steps closer, pressing his sweaty body against mine. "Well, I think we both know that you're not exactly the most professional woman in our staff. I know you were hooking up with Donnie behind the freezer. We have security cameras here, you know."

I jump away from him. "Oh my god! Are you fucking kidding with me? That was months ago, you filthy perve!"

Jack shrugs. "I've heard what the other workers say about you - you're easy. They say you're a slut." He shrugs his hefty shoulders. "I'm pretty much just doing you a favour by letting you keep this job."

I let out a frustrated yell, and rip the stupid orange vest off my shoulders. "You know what? You can shove your job, you dirty hobo! Fuck you."

I throw the vest at him and storm out of the office.

Fuck.

I storm home in a blind rage. Fuck. I always knew he was a filthy perve, but Jesus. I needed that job. Without it, I'm not going to be able to pay for rent - or anything else.

I slam the front door and stomp across the lounge room. Through my anger, I think I hear Blaine shuffling around in his bedroom - sure enough, he emerges in front of me a few minutes later.

"You slammed the door," He says bluntly.

"Yeah, I did. Problem?" I raise a challenging eyebrow at him.

"You shouldn't slam doors, it's rude."

I stare at him. "Look, if it wasn't for my disgusting pervert manager, I wouldn't be - " I narrow my eyes at him. "Have you been crying?"

He shuffles uncomfortably. "No, I'm ... Getting sick, or something." He mumbles.

"Or something." I stand up, meeting his gaze. "What happened, Blaine?"

He rubs his temples. "What do you think happened?" He asks. "I broke up with Kurt."

"Oh ... " I breathe, unsure of what to say.

"Look, it had to happen. But, you know how Kurt is ... " His voice trails off, and I nod. "I mean, I just ... I wasn't expecting it to be so hard."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Of course it was hard," I say softly."He was your boyfriend, you loved him."

Blaine leans forward and presses his lips just gently against mine. I sigh happily as I enjoy the feelings of his kiss.

"That's not why it was hard," He murmurs. I pull away and look at him questionably. "It was hard, because ... It was so easy. Does that make sense?" He frowns and I shake my head. "What I'm trying to say, is ... I was okay with it. I didn't mind breaking up with Kurt, because ... " He pauses to kiss me again. "I think I'm falling for you, Santana."