"Wow," blinked Quinn, staring up at the glittering façade in front of her.

"Yeah," Blaine groaned, throwing her the keys to the car he'd had to help her park cautiously between two very shiny, very flash four-wheel drives.

"My family don't seem to do things by halves," he continued sourly as they walked up to the imposing front doors of the hotel.

He couldn't help laughing at the disbelief and surprise still etched on Quinn's face.

"I swear," she replied, "I never even knew this place existed."

She took his arm and placed it round her waist as they moved through the revolving doors.

"Oh yeah, a couple, got it," Blaine fumbled, awkwardly walking closer to her so that their shoulders were brushing lightly.

"It's funny how you're so clueless," Quinn smirked as they approached the counter.

A few days ago Blaine might have taken it as an insult, but as he was beginning to know her he saw the winking eye and twirling smile he just laughed. She seemed to look a little put out, as if she was used to people withering under her regard, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Blaine coughed, leaning against the counter with his free arm.

"The Anderson party please," he asked the receptionist.

Quinn was still staring in wonder at the grand entrance hall, the sweeping staircase leading up to further, much further than even her eagle eyes could see.

"Has your family seriously booked this place for a reunion?" she whispered back to him as the receptionist furiously typed away at the computer.

Blaine shrugged a little embarrassedly.

"Just the bottom floor," he replied.

Quinn gave an exasperated little sigh, pulling her hand through her hair.

"Stop doing that," Blaine rebuked gently, grabbing her arm, "your hair looks fine."

"Wow," Quinn retorted, "that sounded almost boyfriend-like. You're learning fast."

She flashed her eyebrows up wickedly as he turned away, trying to restrain the broad grin on his face.

"Just go on through," the receptionist chirped, "everyone's out in the garden at the moment."

"Here goes nothing," Blaine breathed, leading Quinn across the entrance hall and through another set of double doors.

"Just remember everything I've told you," she murmured into his ear as they descended the stairs to garden.

Blaine looked up into her twinkling eyes.

"It'll be fine," she reassured him, "don't worry."

They were walking out across the lawn, towards the tables and people and noise, but she nervously took his hand, squeezing it for good luck.

"Blaine!"

"My Aunt Gemma," he quickly whispered into Quinn ear as they were approached by a voluptuous woman in a large and garishly flowery hat.

"How are you my boy?" exclaimed the rich fruity voice of the women, catching him in a backbreaking hug.

"Good, fine thanks," Blaine spluttered as she let him free, "umm Aunt Gemma this is my girlfriend."

Quinn smiled awkwardly as the old woman surveyed her up and down then, seemingly pleased, she gave a curt nod.

"And does she have a name?" Aunt Gemma demanded, looking exasperatedly at her nephew.

"Quinn," Blaine blurted a second before Quinn herself.

Seemingly satisfied, the old women flounced off across the lawn, vaguely indicating by her gestures for them to follow her.

"Well that was nice," hissed Quinn as they followed, "forgetting to give me a name."

"I'm sorry," he exclaimed back, steering her out of the way of a patio chair, "like I said I'm new to all of this!"

Quinn shot his a look which seemed half disgusted.

"Even Sam can remember to introduce me by my name," she retorted as they approached a large clump of people lounging round a table.

"Well I'm not exactly trying to be your perfect boyfriend now, am I?"

She stopped. Even Blaine seemed surprised by his outburst and was looking at her with wild eyes.

"I'm sorry," he rushed, "I have no idea why-"

"It's fine," she sighed, shaking her head as if trying to forget what had just happened.

As Blaine introduced her to his parents – by name this time – she smiled benignly, laughed at the tables jokes, snuggled closer to Blaine on his chair, twirled her hair and flashed her smile just as was required of her. It felt odd, acting this way around someone who wasn't Sam, but in some way she didn't feel guilty. Probably because she knew Blaine was gay, or at least that's what she was hoping it was. Leaving her to finish the lunch they'd been served, Blaine went to talk to his cousins, greeting them with the usual manly fist bumps.

"Dude," said one of them, "how come you got a girl like that?"

He gestured to Quinn who was now on the phone, leaning back in her chair with a small smile.

Blaine laughed.

"What do you mean?"

The other cousin tore his eyes away from her reluctantly.

"You've never had a girlfriend and then you manage to get…her?" he groaned.

"Just lucky I guess," replied Blaine, sensing that it was time to quickly leave.

"You ok?" he asked as he came back to the table, addressing Quinn as he sat down next to her.

"Yeah," she said, "your family's really nice."

Blaine gave a snort.

"Thanks for putting up with them; they seem to really like you too."

"Well then," Quinn muttered, leaning forward, "Operation Jetset is completed."

"I'm sorry?" Blaine asked, giving a sort of confused lopsided grin.

"Remember," she pressed, "in the café you wanted this 'mission' to have a name…"

"Oh! Actually, I think it was Operation Jetslam."

Quinn groaned, pursing her lips into a wicked smile as she leant back into her chair.

"Whatever."

There was an uproar from the large crowd in the middle of the lawn where there was music and couples dancing.

"Come on," Blaine said instinctively, pulling her up from the chair, "let's dance."

It didn't seem like she had any choice as he swept her into his arms and they were swaying to the music.

"Umm you should know I'm not a very good dancer," she murmured uncomfortably, looking round at the rather wild moves from some of his relatives dancing near them.

"Oh come on," Blaine grinned, "you can't be awful. You're a cheerleader right?"

"Yeah, but that's quite different-"

She didn't have time to finish her sentence because he spun her under his arm and she was forced to play along.

"Wow," she said, a little breathless when he got her back in hold, "you're not bad."

"Gay asset," Blaine grinned.

Quinn laughed, properly for once it seemed, an arpeggio of laughter that floated across the open air as they spun again and her hair flew out in wild curls.

"Sam can definitely not dance like this," she exclaimed as they darted quickly out of the way of some more experimental dance moves.

Instantly she regretted mentioning her boyfriend's name. She didn't know why, but Quinn felt as if she had just ruined some gentle, comforting atmosphere they had just created.

"Sorry," she whispered as the music slowed and she came to a halt, standing still in the middle of the dancing area.

"For what?" Blaine asked, looking down at her obliviously, only wondering why she had stopped dancing.

"Oh. Nothing."

She suddenly became aware that they were standing stationary in the middle of the grass. Blaine seemed to feel it too and there was a faint red flush crawling up his neck as he realised that most eyes were on them. Particularly the smirks and tittering of his cousins.

"I think they want us to kiss," he murmured awkwardly.

"What? Blaine, I have a boyfriend, and you never said anything-"

"Please?"

There was a desperation in his voice that seemed to melt her heart a little and she gave a frustrated little nod.

"Fine."

Quinn thought that, as for everything else, she would have to lead but to her surprise Blaine pulled her in to his chest, pressing his lips softly against hers. She could hear a little cheering and wolf whistles from his family as they broke apart, and couldn't help but break into a small smile as she looked into his eyes.

"What?" he laughed, as the dancing continued and they were swallowed back into the crowd of people.

Quinn just shook her head.

"I should call Sam," she said slowly, "that was him before-"

She trailed off as she went to fetch her back.

Blaine shrugged to himself as he met the eyes of his cousins and gave an awkward sort of celebratory gesture. That seemed to satisfy them and he made to get out of the dancing crowd. Something inside him told him that he'd just seen his first genuine smile in Quinn Fabray but that was quickly put aside as his own phone went off.

He checked it quickly then, scanning the lawn hastily, bounded back towards the inside of the hotel. Blaine rushed through the front doors until he reached the car park, trying to make sure no one had followed or seen him.

"Hey."

Kurt smiled awkwardly from the bonnet of the car he was sitting on. Blaine slowed his pace, walking across towards him, thrusting his hands deeper into his pockets.

"Hi."

There was a silence before Kurt jumped down and approached him.

"I'm sorry I got annoyed at you," he offered slowly, fidgeting with his jacket.

"No," rushed Blaine, "I'm sorry about not telling you. Or having the courage to actually tell them…"

He gestured towards the hotel. Kurt smiled.

"It's ok, I understand."

"Right."

"Yeah."

"Cool."

Kurt went back to sit on the car, grasping Blaine hand so that he had to follow. Something within Blaine wanted to point out that this was Quinn's car and he didn't really think she would appreciate it, but he thought this might not go down well.

Instead Kurt drew in for a kiss and Blaine relented, smiling slightly.

Up in the lobby, Quinn leant on one of the cool panes of glass as she listened to another account of Sam's football exploits. Although she often pretended to no care, she couldn't help smiling at the enthusiasm with which he was detailing their latest win. Her gaze wandered absentmindedly towards the car park.

She wasn't too sure what she more annoyed about. That they were sitting on her car, or that they were kissing.