Sauntering the corridors of McKinley High was normal practice for Quinn Fabray, as she came to her locker and dumped her books. Straightening her cheerleading uniform, she checked her makeup, before deciding it was time to reapply eyeliner to those signature eyes she was famous for. Her phone buzzed, which was not unusual, though this time it was not Sam, doting upon how much he loved her, or Rachel reminding her to come to Glee practice, or even a few sharp words from Santana. She registered an unknown number as she lazily scrawled to read the message.

Hi it's Blaine, Kurt gave me your number. Are we still alright about our agreement?

She sighed, her fingers already poised to reply. Although she really couldn't be bothered with his little scheme, her loyalty to Kurt decided that she was going to go along with it. And who knows, it might even be a laugh.

Yes it's fine. When do you want to meet?

How about tonight, at the café round the corner from my school?

Ok, I'll be there around half four.

Thanks

Quinn threw her phone back into her pocket just as her boyfriend popped him head from behind her open locker door. Giving him a teasing groan, she slammed it shut as he offered to carry her books which she willingly deposited in his arms.

"So tonight," started Sam as they walked off down the corridor, "got anything special that we can do?"

Quinn hesitated for a brief second before she decided to confide in him.
"I'm busy," she started, slipping her hand into his and squeezing it playfully, "I have to do a favour for Kurt."

"Oh really?" asked Sam smiling, "Does he want your opinion on the new Prada schoolbags or something?"

She pretended to shove him gently.

"Don't be an idiot," Quinn laughed softly, "no, I have to pretend to be his boyfriend's girlfriend for a weekend."

Sam stopped still in the corridor and spun round so that he was facing her.

"Well that's a sentence I never thought you'd say," he hesitated, confusion rapidly spreading over his face, "Kurt has a boyfriend?"

"Well the guy he's sort of having a thing with. We met at the party and because I'm such an amazing person I'm going along with it."

He grinned at her teasing, and placed his hands on her waist, leaning closer into her.

"I don't know if I'm cool with you going round saying you're a random guy's girl," he whispered, those big blue eyes penetrating into hers.

Quinn popped a small kiss on his lips as appeasement.

"Don't worry," she assured him, "it's just a favour for a friend."

"Well I'm coming with you, even if I have to stay in the car."

She pretended to groan, but inside a warm glow spread throughout her body as she saw how much he cared about her.

"Hey, where are you going?" cried Kurt as he watched the dark shock of hair move quickly down the stairs and towards the main door.

Blaine turned around, smiling fondly at him.

"Just grabbing a coffee with a friend from my old school," he assured him, turning to go.

"I thought you got bullied there?"

"Doesn't mean I was a loner!" he laughed back as he passed through the doors.

Although he wasn't ashamed of liking Kurt, Blaine hadn't told him about the agreement he had with Quinn. They hadn't event talked much about their families, so the problem hadn't really cropped up, and he didn't want to scare of someone that meant so much to him. So he decided to keep it quiet, the smallest tinge of guilt still creeping up on him as he tried to check that Kurt wasn't following him. He'd have thought that their passionate little escapade in the stationary cupboard would have satisfied him for now at least.

Crossing the road, he noticed an old (and quite battered) red car parked opposite the café, noticed a blonde girl talking animatedly to an equally blonde guy who didn't seem to want to let her leave. Blaine quickly entered the café as Quinn detached herself from Sam's embrace and playfully sent him an air kiss as she crossed the road. She spotted him instantly, moving through the other tables until she got to his.

"Hey," he said, getting up from the seat he had only just sat down in.

He glanced at the red car which hadn't moved.

"I take it your boyfriend isn't leaving," he laughed.

She nodded, following his gaze out of the window.

"He insisted on coming," smiled Quinn, "even though I told him why it was."

Turning back, she saw Blaine foraging in his bag for a notepad and pen, which he deposited on the table.

"What's that for?" she asked.

Blaine unscrewed the pen lid and handed it to her.

"I'm going to tell you all about myself," he explained, "you better take notes if you want to look like a real girlfriend."

She flipped over the cover and settled on one page, flicking her eyes up from the blank lines and waiting for him to begin.

"Well um, my middle name is Jeremy," he began, suddenly feeling on the spot, "and my birthday is 16th April, so that might be two basic things to remember."

Quinn nodded, scribbling away.

"Cute use of your middle name and random references to your birthday," she mused, "got it."

"Is that what you did to win round Sam's parents?" joked Blaine

Quinn hesitated and looked up from the pad.

"I haven't actually met them yet." She paused, "We're talking it slow."

He nodded awkwardly, judging the right time before he should speak again.

"So um, my favourite colour is red, which comes in handy for my school's blazers." He cracked a weak joke which made her smile a little, but mostly just raise her eyebrows. She seemed to do that often.

"And my favourite film is The Phantom of the Opera."

She stopped writing, staring at him with a secret little smile.

"Phantom of the Opera?" she mocked.

Blaine tried to defend himself against the blonde, leaning across the table.

"Yeah," he retorted with a smile, "you have to love a bit of mask and cape now and then."

She leant back in her chair, shaking her head.

"You know you could choose superman or batman," she offered grinning, "much more macho."

Blaine considered this. If he was trying to pass this girl off as his girlfriend, he might as well make an effort too.

"Alright," he conceded, watching her scribble on the pad, "batman then."

"I've written superman," she declared.

There seemed to be no arguing with that as she looked up teasingly. He smiled awkwardly as she turned the page of paper.

"How long have we been together?" she ventured, twirling the pen around her finger seemingly effortlessly, "When was our first date?"

"Umm."

She sighed in exasperation.

"Are all guys supposed to remember these sorts of things?" he asked, folding his arms as he delved into the psyche of the average Joe.

"Yes," said Quinn very definitely.

They never did though. As she considered her past relationships she concluded that Finn had often forgotten their anniversaries, and Puck had even forgotten her birthday. Memories of her previous disappointments flooded her, and she gave a quick sniff as she glanced out of the window. Sam waved at her from the car, beaming.

"Are you alright?" Blaine asked, watching her, a little concerned at the small wobble that had appeared in her lips and chin. Her eyes seemed to focus beyond him, into the void of the past which he could not discern.

"Of course," she said rapidly, "maybe we should get coffee."

And with that she sped to the counter, Blaine following swiftly behind. As she stood in line, he could admire for the first time the red and white cheerleading uniform she sported.

"Wow," he declared, "my girlfriend's a cheerleader."

She threw him look over her shoulder, a mix of such condescension and laughter that it seemed like it could come from only her.

"You know," Blaine continued as they moved further along the queue, "we should have a name."

"A name?"

"Yeah," he enthused, "like….Operation Jetslam. Or something."

There went those eyebrows again, and that playful bite of her lip. By studying her closely, Blaine could now almost foresee her expressions, and felt more and more confident that his plan would work.

"Operation Jetslam?" she repeated slowly.

"Or, something else," wavered Blaine, falling under her superior gaze, "you know, whatever."

She gave a small laugh and ordered her coffee. Blaine tried to retain how she took it, deciding that this was another of a boyfriend's jobs. To his surprise, Quinn checked her watch then ordered it to go.

"Are you leaving already?"

She smiled, but was heading for the door.

"I have to rush to my church group, but we can meet again soon," she promised.

"Remember, I still need to know all about Quinn Fabray," Blaine nodded.

"Sure."

She ran quickly out of the door, waving vaguely behind her in his direction. He chuckled, again questioning the madness of his scheme, but deciding that it was going well so far at least.

"How did you throw him off?" asked Sam, a little grumpy from his long wait with only the radio.

Quinn winked.

"The old excuse, you know church," she grinned, "which reminds me, you said you'd come with me on Sunday."

Sam sighed playfully, but started the car.

"Anything for you!" he sang, a little tunelessly.

She wacked him on the head as they drove away.

"You know I'm yours baby," Quinn said, leaning over and kissing him.

Sam relented his singing and smiled.

Tomorrow same time/place? Q

Sure :)

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