Santana Lopez sat at her usual table, tableau in her favori restaurant, Breadstix. Earlier that jour she had asked the dorky, idiotic- and clearly gay- Blaine Anderson to meet her here. She had a master plan and she knew Blaine would agree to it and call it brilliant, like she already knew it was.
"Hey Santana," came Blaine's voice, he still had his Dalton uniform on; he must have just gotten back from school. "I'm so sorry I'm late it's just I got all involved in-"
Santana held up a hand, "Save it. We have business to take care of." Blaine gave her a confused glance but then slid into the bench of the...
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