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Chapter One:

"So, you're the famous Brittana?"

Blaine Anderson's POV

I furrowed my eyebrows because of confusion as my best friend whispered "Oh my Gaga". I stood there silently, smiling as I watched my friend's mouth wide open from shock but I immediately stopped as curiosity got the best in me and made me turn my head to see what made Kurt react like that.

Whatever got Kurt look like this is definitely something I need to remember. He looks so adorable with his mouth hanging open. I thought.

I followed Kurt's train of sight until I saw two pretty girls standing by the entrance looking at my friend in different ways.

The blonde girl looked very excited to see Kurt, since she was waving her hand so much so that Kurt could see her. The other girl was a Latina and she was looking at Kurt with a smirk, amusement written all over her face, and her arms crossed her chest.

I didn't like the way she looked at him.

Not. One. Bit.

"Dolphin!" I heard the blonde shout right at them, earning looks from the other customers but the blonde girl doesn't seem to care as she continued to wave her hand. I found it very weird for the blonde girl to call my best friend a marine mammal.

"I cannot believe they are here." I heard Kurt talk to himself, tone of disbelief. I turned my head to him.

So he knows this girls...

"You know those girls?" He asked.

Kurt, snapping from his train of thought, turned to me, looking like he forgot I was there for a second. "Um...yeah...there my friends." Kurt stuttered, earning him a confused look from me.

The only time I hear Kurt stutter is when he watches How I Met Your Mother and fans over the handsome Neil Patrick Harris.

And that's because of attraction.

Can't blame the guy though. I mean, come on, NEIL FREAKING PATRICK HARRIS!

He is very gay man's dream. He is perfection. He is...

I'm getting carried away again...

Suddenly, I watched Kurt get caught in a bear hug by the blonde girl; he let out an "oof" sound as the blonde girl hugged him.

Hard.

He stumbled out of the line. I followed, worrying about my friend's safety. The girl can really push.

"Dolphin!" The blonde girl said happily, nuzzling her nose to Kurt's neck. Kurt started to laugh, a laugh I've never heard of before, he is probably feeling ticklish from her exploring nose. "Oh Britt, you've never changed." I heard Kurt whisper lovingly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Britt...why does that sound so familiar? Where have I heard that name before?

I didn't get to answer my own question because I saw the Latina look right and at me and was walking right towards me, wearing the same smirk on her face. I turned my attention to her because this girl has the aura that made you turn your attention to her. It was scary.

Like haunted house scary.

She stopped right in front of me and eyed me up and down, like she was inspecting me. This made me feel uncomfortable, I felt like I was being judged and as a proud and out gay man, that felt insulting.

Who does this girl think she is?

"Excuse me?" Ispoke up, stopping the Latina eyeing him up. "Can I help you?" I didn't like this girl. She looks like a homophobe. And one thing I don't like are homophobes.

Homophobes can suck my ass.

No pun intended.

Santana Lopez's POV

The smirk on my face didn't left as I smiled at Lady Lips' new boy toy. I eyed prep boy up to critique Hummel's taste. It's been a long time...about two weeks...since I saw Lady Lips and the last time I spoke with him, he was talking about this gorgeous friend of his named Blaine Anderson. He made him sound like he was perfect, which to Lady Lips was true.

Now, I get to see the real deal and my conclusion.

Not bad. Hummel's taste is amazing. The way the boy's looking at me definitely excites my lady parts. That IS a plus point. It's rare to get my lady parts excited with just a glance. Score Hummel. I hope Porcelain's already tapping that... I thought.

"Who are you?" Kurt's new boy toy asked me that stopped my thoughts. I ignored his question.

I decided to annoy Porcelain's boy toy and instead of answering his question, I turned my attention to Lady Lips and Britt, who were still in each other's arms and talking about Lady Lips' life at Dalton. I knew this action would make Porcelain's boy toy angry. He seems to be a boy raised by values and morality, which means he doesn't like rude people.

Perfect. I'm so going to like him.

Blaine Anderson's POV

This is the very reason I gave up women completely.

The Latina is clearly ignoring me to annoy me. My conclusion is true.

She is a homophobe.

Why is Kurt friends a girl like this?

"Hey Lady lips!" The homophobic Latina interrupted, making Kurt and the blonde turn to her. "Don't you have any manners? Can't you hug your Auntie Tana?" She pointed out, uncrossing her arms and holding them open for Kurt.

Kurt simply smiled at her while I looked at the two in confusion.

Auntie Tana? This is his aunt? But she's our age?

A million questions went to my mind.

"I don't have all day Lady Lips!"

Kurt let go of the blonde and went to hug the Latina, wrapping his arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I missed you Lady Lips," She whispered into his ear.

Kurt chuckled, hugging her tightly. "I hate to admit it, but I miss you too Satan." Kurt said wholeheartedly.

The scene made the blonde clap her hand to her heart and smile at them. She looked at them with pure love.

This just confused me more. Who are these people?

"I love the nickname, Porcelain." the Latina said, she unwrapped her arms and put both of her hands onto Kurt's shoulders, giving them both a squeeze. "It's perfect for me." She added.

"Which is why I made it up for you," Kurt explained, pulling up one of his hands to fix the loose hair on Latina's forehead and tucking it in. the Latina rolled her eyes at the action.

Okay. I seriously cannot take this anymore. Somebody needs to explain or I'll go mad.

"Okay, can someone please tell me what is going on here?" I asked, practically pleading for an answer. This earned all three in question to turn their heads to me. I saw Kurt's eyes widen again.

Maybe he forgot I was here again.

Kurt let go of Santana and went in front of me, his face blushing. "Blaine, I'm sorry. I forgot you were there a minute." He apologized sheepishly. I simply nodded but continued to look confused because I'm really confused.

Kurt then gestured all of them with his hand. "Maybe before we get to know each other, we should grab coffee to drink first." He suggested, earning nods from all three. He turned to Brittany. "What do you want, sweetie?" He asked the innocent girl.

Sweetie! I asked myself. Since when does Kurt say "sweetie". And why of all people, he calls a GIRL "sweetie"?

At the corner of my eye, I saw the Latina frown at the endearing word.

Hmmm...wonder why...

The blonde beamed at Kurt. "Vanilla Frappuchino!" Kurt nodded, he turned to the Latina. "What do you want, Satan?"

"Non-fat mocha latte," Santana answered, looking at her nails. Kurt looked at her in awe. "Oh! We have the same coffee order."

"So?" Satan teased, smirking at him. Kurt simply rolled his eyes.

He turned to me and gave me one of his toothless smiles that makes me smile involuntarily at him again. "You heard what they said and I think you know my coffee order, right?" Kurt teased me.

Of course I knew his coffee order. I'd known his coffee order since the second time we went for coffee.

SECOND! That's how awesome I 'am to remember one's coffee order.

Though it's weird, I don't remember Wes or David's coffee order...

I smiled back at him in answer, nodding and understanding that I'm being asked to buy the coffee. I didn't mind. As long as the Latina, or Satan as Kurt referred to her which I think is appropriate, is not eyeing me up like I was about to be eaten by a starving hyena and I'm a defenseless antelope.

I left with a nod to Kurt, a smile to the blonde, and a glare to Satan.

Kurt Hummel's POV

I watched Blaine leave and buy our coffees. I noted in my mind to pay him back later at Dalton. I gestured my two friends to a table with four chairs at the back part of the coffee house. I went ahead of them and grabbed one of the chairs, pulled it back for Brittany to sit on.

A gay man as I may be, I still have manners.

Unlike some Neanderthals...

Britt looked at me in surprise for a second, it seems that she's not used to men who are actual gentlemen. She thanked me as she sat down.

Next, I went in front of Santana. I didn't know if I was imagining it or not, but I could have sworn Santana was frowning and glaring right at me.

What could I possibly have done for Satan to be like that?

"Why does she get her chair pulled yet I don't?" Santana said, faking her hurt voice, with an annoyed look to top it all off. I smiled back at her, not answering as I crossed the other side and grabbed the chair next to Santana. I gestured to the chair. "My lady," I said teasingly, earning a giggle from Britt.

Since when does Satan like to be treated like a lady? I wondered.

Santana eyed me and gave me one of her famous "bitch stare" that can make anyone crumble.

Except me.

Because I 'am the proud king of "bitch stares".

She's just the queen.

Queen beats King any day.

"If you pull the chair backward like what they do in comedies, I promise you, that chair will be shoved into your hot virgin ass." Santana threatened, complete with her bitch tone. I simply nodded, used to her.

Santana stared at me with her bitch stare one last time before she slowly sat down on the chair I pulled back for her. She looked so sure that I would do the same stunt every comedian would do that is so last 70s or 60s but I didn't.

"You should learn how to trust me, Santana; you'll learn a thing or two if you do." I pointed out, pulling the chair right next to her and sitting on it. Santana responded by rolling her eyes at me.

I turned to both Brittany and Santana. "So ladies, what brings you here?" I inquired, wrapping my fingers together and leaning against my elbows that are resting on the table.

"We're getting coffee," Brittany said. Santana nodded.

I smiled at her sweetly. "I can see that Britt but why here?" I repeated my question.

Santana scoffed at me, frowning again that confused me.

"And why not here? This coffee house isn't exclusive for you private school prep boys."

I turned my attention to her. "You're right," I said without a hint of sarcasm. "This isn't exclusive for us but isn't there a much closer coffee house in Lima?"

"Santana loves the coffee here ever since you brought her here." Brittany answered for her.

I nodded. "Santana, you didn't told me you liked the coffee here."

Santana rolled her eyes again, faking annoyance. "Do I need to tell you everything Lady Lips?"

"Not really," I answered again without a hint of sarcasm. "But I'm just wondering. You two surprised me. If McKinley students go here, who can say that Karofsky-" I suddenly stopped talking, my eyes widening as I suddenly realized what I just said.

Shit.

"Karofsky?" Santana asked. "What about that stupid Neanderthal?"

"Uh..." You are so stupid Kurt! How can you let that slip! "Nothing..."

Santana gave me the confused look before shrugging it off.

"Dolphin?" Brittany suddenly asked, making both Santana and I turn to her. "Do you know that Finn and Quinn are back together again?"

"Really?" I asked completely surprised.

"Nah, she's just kidding." Santana said with all the sarcasm she can infused in the sentence. "Of course they are Lady Lips, that's why she's telling you."

I simply rolled his eyes to her, completely used to Santana's antics. My focus remained on Brittany. "What's the gossip behind them getting back together?"

Brittany, special as she was, was good in one thing.

Getting the gossip of McKinley.

She's in the daily newspaper and is one of the lead news writer of it. She loves interviewing people and asking them questions whether they are true or false. The dirtier the questions, the better. If you wanted to know any secret of a McKinley student, ask her, she knows.

She has many ways in getting it.

And when I say ways, I mean WAYS.

"Okay" Brittany began to tell me."So, you remember the boy you crushed on before, Sam? Well he and Quinn are together..."

Blaine Anderson's POV

Who are those girls?

I kept thinking, wondering who they are and how they know my best friend. The only conclusion I could think of is that the two girls must be from McKinley and possibly, maybe in New Directions. They seem to be very close, especially Kurt and the blonde girl.

"Anderson!" The barista called from the counter, snapping me from my train of thought. I stood up from the vacant seat I sat on while waiting and walked towards the claiming area.

"I'm Anderson."

"Two non-fat mocha lattes, one vanilla frap, and a medium drip?" The barista stated the order quickly, like he was high with caffeine which I' am assuming he is since he works at a freaking coffee house.

"Yeah,"

The barista laid all of my orders onto a tray and placed it on the counter in front of me. "Enjoy, come again." The barista said just as quickly as he ran to make another order of a customer. I silently thanked him and carried the tray upward, slowly backing up from the counter and onto the tables.

I looked around for Kurt, the blonde, and the judgemental Latina. I saw them near at the end of the coffee house, looking like they were in a serious discussion until I heard Kurt say "What?" which made the two girls laugh, which made Kurt laugh.

I stood there watching them for a second, specifically I was watching Kurt with a hawk's eye.

He seems to be totally...different around them. I've never seen Kurt laugh like that before.

It was both exciting and weird to find out about this new discovery about my best friend.

Afraid that the coffee was getting cold, I walked over there with accuracy and precision, not letting a single drop fall and I smiled victoriously as I successfully placed the tray onto the table in front of the three.

"Thank you Blaine," Kurt thanked me as he grabbed his mocha latte.

"Welcome," I said as I placed my own coffee onto the table. I grabbed the vanilla frap and placed it in front of the blonde.

"For you, miss" I said politely, earning myself a teethful smile from the girl.

My expression immediately changed as I grabbed the remaining latte and placed it in front of the judgemental Latina. "That's yours," I said coldly.

I grabbed hold of the tray and turned around to place it on a vacant table and pulled myself a chair next to the blonde girl.

The Latina eyed me up again. Seriously? When is she going to stop being a judgemental?

"Hummel, you're little boy toy here hates me." She commented. "Not a surprise."

Little boy toy?

"Wait, what did you just call me?" I asked at the same time Kurt said with his eyes widened. "What?"

Satan chuckled while blonde answered for me. "She called you dolphin's little boy toy." She said with innocence. "I think it's cute." She added as she opened her frappuchino and played with the whipped cream.

I stared at the blonde in shock, still processing what she has said. Kurt rubbed his forehead and pinched the bridge of his cute nose. "Santana, please, for once stop being the satanic bitch that you are and act more like a human being. Just this once. Don't make Blaine question my sanity by being friends with you." Kurt said, pleading a little.

I turned my head towards Kurt and frowned. Kurt thinks that when I meet his friends, I'll judge him. I'm not that kind of person.

"Fine. But this is because I want you to get your Hummel on with that boy toy." Santana compromised.

"Santana!" Kurt scolded her, his cheeks burning.

My mouth went wide open. Did I just heard what I just heard or am I going insane? I heard the blonde right next to me laughed, looking right at me.

"Fine," Santana said, holding her hands in surrender. "I'll stop. I'll stop." She said sounding honestly as she opened the lid of her coffee and without blowing the steam, sipped it, letting the hot caffeinated drink burn her tongue.

"Thank you," Kurt said, sounding a little frustrated because of this embarrassment. He took off the lid of his coffee and gently blew into it, letting the steam hit his face.

Wait? So that's it? No one's going to explain anything to me here? You're all just going to leave me in the unknown.

A wave of silence fell upon them.

What the fuck?

"Okay, I'm really confused here..." I started to say but was cut off by, no surprise, the judgemental Latina.

"I thought you're sure you're gay?" She asked sarcastically, pretending to look worried for a second.

Kurt turned to her and looked at her as if to say "are you kidding me?". He then turned to me.

"Blaine, I'm really sorry for the way Satan is acting. She's always like this." He explained. I nodded, but still remained confused.

Kurt pointed to Santana. "Blaine, meet Satan...errhh...I mean Santana Lopez, the bitch of New Directions." He introduced her, blushing by his stutter.

Satan...Santana waved at me with a smirk on her face. I simply looked at her and didn't respond.

Kurt then turned his attention to Brittany and gestured to her. "Blaine, this is the lovely Brittany S. Pierce, she's also in New Directions and the best dancer there if I may add." Kurt complimented Brittany which made her smile warmly at him.

Blaine nodded understanding, and finally recognizing the two. It was like a light bulb turned on in my head.

Santana and Brittany! How could I have been so stupid?

Kurt has told me many stories about the two. I'd heard about the stories when Brittany and Kurt dated to Santana and Kurt becoming friends over their hate Rachel Berry. Though now Kurt doesn't hate Rachel.

That much now.

There's still some left.

"So, you're the famous Brittana?" I said in recognition and looking finally in the loop. I drank my coffee without the confusion I had earlier.

Brittany S. Pierce's POV

Brittana? Who's Brittana? Is she the president of catnip or something?

"Huh?" Santana asked to Dolphin's dolphin.

"Kurt talks about you two a lot. He says you two are never apart. You two are like stuck to the hip." Blaine explained, not helping Santana question. It didn't help me understand either.

Kurt turned to her as he opened his coffee. "That's your name and Britt's name combined. Since you're always together, I came up with the name. So, whenever I talked about you two, I say "Brittana" instead of "Brittany and Santana". It makes everything WAY easier when talking about you two. He explained.

Oh so...Brittany + Santana = Brittana.

That totally makes sense!

Why couldn't Math be this easy? Then I'll pass every test!

"I like it." Santana stated. Kurt smiled at her. I nodded, agreeing.

"Me too, Brittana rocks!" I made a rock sign with my hand showing it to Kurt and his dolphin.

"I hate to admit it Porcelain, but somehow in that big gay mind of yours lays a genius." Santana remarked.

I didn't get anything she said except gay. And gay means happy. So that means my dolphin's happy.

Cool.

I saw dolphin roll his eyes at San. "I'm glad you do. I 'am a genius with making-up names." Kurt said smirking and ignoring what San said.

Kurt Hummel's POV

I turned my attention to Blaine, who was trying not to smile as he looked right at me.

What? My eyes asked Blaine's.

This is how close Blaine and I are. We are at the point of our friendship where one look can make the other understand without words.

Nothing, you're just getting a big head. Blaine's look answered.

Whatever. I rolled his eyes. Yours is bigger.

Blaine made his eyes look offended. You are mean.

Yes, yes I am. I agreed.

Brittany S. Pierce's POV

I watched my dolphin and his dolphin look at each other except they look like they are talking.

Except their mouths weren't moving.

How can someone talk without their mouths?

I watched them with more focus, the focus I use when I'm trying to read Lord Tubbington's mind to find out if he is reading my diary. I saw dolphin smile a lot at his dolphin and his dolphin returned the same smiles.

It was so cute.

I hope they make baby dolphins soon.

I want to be an auntie.

Santana Lopez's POV

I watched the whole interaction between the two boys and concluded that these two are a menace to the society and possibly, the whole damn world.

Because of the utter sweetness they radiate that makes me want to go to a dentist because my teeth are rotting.

It so sweet it is sickening, sickening to the point I need to find a toilet to vomit in any minute now.

I need to stop this monstrosity or the coffee house would explode from total gay love fest.

"Hey gay boys!" I shouted to get their attention which succeeded. Kurt glared at me once more, his famous "bitch stare" activated.

"Santana, don't call us that."

"What? It's true?"

"Still doesn't give you the right to call us gay boys." He pointed out.

"San, you should call them dolphin squared." Brittany suggested out-of-the-blue. She apparently just finished her frappuchino. Also, a lot of whipped cream is all over her face.

I grabbed hold of a napkin but Lady Lips beat me to it. He offered a stack of napkins to Brittany. Brittany accepted it with a thank you and a smile; the action made me frown. I was going to do that.

"Why dolphin squared?" Boy toy asked, confused.

"Because you and dolphin are dolphins." Brittany stated as if is common sense.

"Huh?"

I watched Hummel smile at Boy toy's confusion. "Britt, maybe you should explain what's a dolphin."

Brittany smiled at this and turned in her seat so that Boy toy is in front of her.

"Did you know that dolphins are like gay sharks?" She said innocently with a smile that Boy toy reciprocated.

My eyes widened. Holy shit, what a smile.

Great. His smile is like a poster of a boy with perfect teeth in a clinic. Another score for Hummel.

"Oh..." Boy toy said, understanding. "That's nice,"

"Yeah," Brittany agreed. "Your dolphin's dolphin."

"What?" The two gay boys said at the same time.

Brittany turned to Porcelain. "Because you're my dolphin, Kurt, and Blaine is your dolphin."

"Uh...okay, now what does that mean?" Boy toy asked, confused for the hundredth time that day.

"Honestly, I have no idea." Hummel answered.

Sigh...this is the reason I'm Brittany's best friend. No matter how many times Brittany didn't made sense.

She always made sense to me.

Regardless on how weird or crazy or stupid what she says.

I understand her.

Only me.

Author's Note: I hope the chapter was satisfactory. Also, I hope I get more reviews than what I got the last chapter. That alone can be your Christmas present. :)