"I can't believe I'm letting you go on a date with this guy," grumbled Sam.

He swung his lunch tray down on the table, quickly pulling back Quinn's chair for her before he sat down.

"Pretend date," emphasised his girlfriend, giving him a playful smile as she sat down beside him.

Sam pulled a face, twirling the pasta moodily around on his plate.

"I still don't like other people thinking you're his girlfriend…"

"Look at you," Quinn murmured, "being all jealous and overprotective."

He looked up from his sulk, protesting, jabbing the fork viciously in the air but before he could find words she had clasped her hand on the back of his neck and pressed her lips onto his. Sam didn't even care that they were in the middle of the lunch hall as his fork happily clattered to the table.

"There," said Quinn, drawing back from the kiss and returning to her lunch as if nothing had happened, "nothing to be jealous of."

Sam just smiled, dazed.

To be honest, he wouldn't have entirely been surprised if she hadn't turned up. The little he knew about Quinn Fabray proved to Blaine that wasn't a straight forward sort of girl, but she intrigued him. He could see there was so much more to her than just the cheerleader, if only he could crack the icy front she presented and unearth the mystery within. Yes, Quinn Fabray was an intriguing person and Blaine was glad he had asked her to pretend to be his girlfriend. The whole thing seemed oddly normal to him, although he couldn't mask the guilt he felt at lying to Kurt. He was ashamed at having to hide his relationship with Kurt to his family, hiding his family's prejudices from Kurt, even hiding the whole scheme from him. But that was just something which had to be done.

He saw her pausing at the glass door, see him, and push it open.

"What is this place?" Quinn asked as she reached him, looking round the building, her eyebrows pointed.

"It's bowling," laughed Blaine.

"Don't say you've never been bowling!" He continued with disbelief.

Quinn snorted, quelling him with a look.

"Of course I have," she retorted, "just, not in a long time."

Blaine passed his hand through her arm, leading her towards the counter.

"Well then it's time to reconnect with your inner ten year old," he smiled, "secret girlfriend."

She rolled her eyes, but not without letting slip a small smile. Quinn watched as he paid and sorted them a lane, smoothing the creases in her skirt.

"I'm glad you paid for the both of us," she whispered as they walked to their lane, "that's boyfriend behaviour".

"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't be a gentlemen," replied Blaine, flinging off his blazer with a wicked smile.

"Ready for a game?"

Quinn nodded, looking around at the number of people milling around them. She wasn't sure how she felt about them thinking they were together, but she knew that her heart wasn't protesting too hard about it. Blaine looked up as he was pressing their names into the computer.

"You're not in cheerleader uniform," he noticed.

"Oh yeah," Quinn smiled, unwillingly pleased that he had seen, "I got changed."

"You look nice-"

Quinn marched forward, coming right up to him and standing opposite.

"Right," she started, "if we're on a date, we have to at least make it look like one."

He stuttered as she snaked her hand forward and grabbed his, a little smirk playing around her face.

"Umm…"

It was so odd having her hand dancing in his, swinging it slightly. Blaine blushed and stammered, not sure what to do at all. SO maybe he did need practice at this girl thing.

"Flirt with me," Quinn instructed.

He gave a sort of awkward low grunt, or cough.

"I don't think I know how to," he panicked, sending an alarmed look around him at the people milling all around.

"Oh come," hissed Quinn, twirling a strand of hair in her other hand, "it's easy to make it look like you're flirting."

"But what do I say?" he asked.

"That doesn't really matter-"

Flick of the eyelashes, swirl of the hair.

"The people here can't see what your saying," she continued, "just act a bit!"

Little pout of the lips, coy smile, shimmy closer.

"See?"

Blaine laughed.

"So I can say anything?" he ventured, trying to produce a smouldering look.

"Anything," Quinn repeated with a long drawn out whisper which sounded as if she was enthralled by his words.

"I like chicken soup."

Flash of eyes from him, bite of the lip from her.

"Especially with croutons," Blaine floundered, continuing the pretence.

Quinn gave a little giggle as if he had said something very witty, her hand brushing to her hair, flicking it back. Blaine gave a self-satisfied sort of nod to himself, what he imagined her boyfriend must do when he made her laugh.

"You're very good at this," he said, as she batted her eyes once again at him.

Quinn dropped his hand.

"I've had practice," she replied, with a secret smile.

He watched her pick up a bowling ball and hurl it down the track. It dislodged the middle section leaving the side skittles. He laughed at the absurdity of what they had just done.

"So that's you ok with flirting," Quinn decided as she came back after her second turn, "just keep acting like a boyfriend now."

"Easy said than done," laughed Blaine as he too tackled the bowling.

He scored a strike.

"YES!"

Without thinking, he punched the air and did a little wiggle dance. He stopped as he saw her face.

"Not boyfriendy?" he offered, straightening his shirt.

Quinn shook her head but couldn't conceal her small smile as she turned for her turn to bowl. This time she didn't throw it very hard and Blaine sidled up to her as she stood watching the ball wonder down the track. He stood beside her and put his hand around her waist.

"Excuse me?" she exclaimed, trying to pull away.

"What, girlfriend?" Blaine teased, keeping her in his embrace.

She gave a mock disgruntled sigh, rolling her eyes.

"Is this not boyfriendy?" he sulked, pretending to pout.

"Well yes fine," she snapped with a pretend glaring look.

Quinn scanned the lanes around them and saw a group of girls around her age in the lane next door. A few had been watching them and quickly looked away as she caught there gaze, a fleeting look of longing on their faces.

"There that's fine," she concluded, slapping his hand away, "we've made someone jealous and that's always a good sign."

"Oh yeah?"

She showed him the girls who were all giggling and quickly turning away from staring at him. For some reason Blaine broke out into a grin.

"We're convincing then!" he exclaimed.

There was some boyish glee, childhood euphoria in his voice as he turned to Quinn, eyes wide with excitement.

"Somehow," she murmured, crossing her legs with another pointed smile.

Blaine threw a ball, then another which landed in the gutter.

"Who are you texting?" he asked, sitting down next to Quinn as the skittles reset themselves.

"Sam," she replied, "he asked where we were."

"And I didn't tell him," she continued as he gave a frown.

"Why not?"

Quinn didn't really know. It just didn't seem the thing to do.

"It's none of his business," she smiled.

Blaine smiled back.

As they were leaving, Quinn nipped to the bathroom, leaving him standing patiently in the entrance.

Just as she entered the cubicle, the two girls she had spied next to them came out to the sinks, chatting and babbling to themselves.

"Urg," one was complaining, "that guy was just so cute."

"I know," agreed the other, "and his girlfriend was so pretty."

"She's so lucky."

There was a swing of the door as they left.

Quinn walked out of the cubicle, and although she tried to stop it, a small smile played upon her face.

hope you enjoyed it.

I had to get it done quite quickly so I will probably go back and redraft and fix/change things later :)

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