"Sold!"
"Kitty!" Blaine hissed, flushing as the other attendees of the charity auction glanced over at him as he apparently placed a winning bid for a date with Sam Evan's the star center for the Kentucky Wildcats.
Rolling her eyes, Kitty said, "Oh come on, you know you want him."
Blaine glared. "I want not to get killed by a pissed off hockey player who wanted a date with someone whose IQ is smaller than her cup size."
She raised a brow. "That analogy doesn't work and the boy isn't gonna kill you…except in the really good way. No way is he 100% straight."
Embarrassed, Blaine went up and gave Sam a tentative smile and held out his hand to shake. "Hi, uh, looks like we're having dinner. I'm…."
"Blaine," Sam piped up, plush lips forming a devastating smile. "I know. I saw you in West Side Story."
Shocked, Blaine asked, "Really? You saw it?"
Sam nodded. "Like, 4 times. You were really something."
"Thank you," Blaine replied, touched as he reminded himself to send Kitty a thank you card. From the way Sam was smiling ant him and still holding onto his hand, he was pretty sure she'd been right.
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