It was just after lunch. When Blaine walked past the girls' bathroom, the door was opened suddenly and he was pulled inside.
In the room were a whole bunch of skanks - Kurt notably absent - and Quinn was leaning over one of the sinks, applying dark lipstick as she looked into the mirror.
The other girls blocked Blaine from leaving and Quinn finally turned, looking at him. "You. Blaine."
She said the name as if it was ridiculous in and on itself. "You need to back off."
Blaine coughed on the smoke blowing in his direction and turned his head away, unsure what was happening and why he was in the girls' bathroom. Seemed like a bad move. Being a boy and all.
Defensively, Blaine held up his hands. He didn't want trouble. He never did. Why did he keep running into skanks lately?
And why was Kurt not here?
"Uh. Done. I won't bother you." He didn't even report them for skipping. He turned to exit and collided with a girl who looked like she could crush him. "I--I try to avoid you guys. Promise."
"I think you aren't listening. Come on, Blaine. You can barely count as pretty, don't be dumb." Felt like the least she could ask for. Quinn sighed and stepped closer, looking at him with what was close enough to a smile. "What do you think of Kurt? You keep staring at him, so you have to have thoughts."
"Creep," one of the girls behind Blaine suggested and some others chuckled.
"Woah, no, I haven't been. I mean, maybe I did once or twice but that's because I-I... I like his hair." Blaine lied. Well, no, he did like his hair but mostly he was staring because he was really pretty and he wanted to kiss him. Not that Kurt was so much as looking his way. He smiled sheepishly at the girls. "I'm not being a creep."
Did they know he had a crush? Was it obvious? Operation: secret homo was really going downhill this half of the semester. "We talked a few times so I was just ... looking."
"Kurt isn't into losers like you. So keep your distance or we'll turn you into a falsetto." Quinn said it sweetly and one of the girls dropped a peanut on the floor, only to then stomp on it. Clearly they had planned for this, but it certainly painted a picture. "He doesn't want problems. And you, dressing like that? You are a problem. Do you understand?"
Blaine looked at the peanut. Yeah, he didn't want to be smushed like that. Though his mind betrayed him because the way Quinn said that, his mind went a different direction. Not the expected 'I must not be a problem' and more onto the 'I am a problem?!'. A problem. How? Why? He looked down at himself, trying to work out what it was about how he dressed that was the problem.
"Um. No. I don't understand." Did Kurt think he dressed hot? Was Kurt staring too? Ha! "Is it the bowtie?" What was the hot thing?
"...I mean, the bowtie is a big part of it. You dress like a preppy nerd, what is up with that aesthetic?" Quinn did find it personally offensive. "And what is with all the colour? You look like a clown professor."
Maybe that was what he was going for, but why? "Kurt can do better than you. So knock it off."
"But I'm an option?" He was part of the 'on the table' options then cause otherwise, there wouldn't be a better. Of course, he had to school in his excitement as he looked down at the peanut and remembered that celebrating was probably not the right move here. "Okay, I won't bother him."
He would. He was gonna. He was an option. "Are we, uh, are we done? Can I go? I have math."
"Ugh, you really are a nerd. I can't believe he's into that." Quinn shook her head in disapproval, turning away to dismiss him. How was this just not too dorky to be attracted to?
"You used to date Kurt's brother, he's a dumb jock." One of the skanks felt that wasn't much better.
"Don't talk about Finn," Quinn said, while adjusting her hair. Noticing Blaine in the mirror, she frowned. "Get lost!"
Into him? Kurt was into him? Now he had it. Not that he needed it. He looked at the girls and then nodded his head sheepishly. He liked the skanks better than the jocks so far, all the violence was hypothetical. He hoped it stayed that way. "Thank you for the warning."
Awkwardly, he slipped back out of the ladies room and adjusted his bowtie. Kurt was into him. Nerd or not, he was in with a chance!
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In the room were a whole bunch of skanks - Kurt notably absent - and Quinn was leaning over one of the sinks, applying dark lipstick as she looked into the mirror.
The other girls blocked Blaine from leaving and Quinn finally turned, looking at him. "You. Blaine."
She said the name as if it was ridiculous in and on itself. "You need to back off."
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Defensively, Blaine held up his hands. He didn't want trouble. He never did. Why did he keep running into skanks lately?
And why was Kurt not here?
"Uh. Done. I won't bother you." He didn't even report them for skipping. He turned to exit and collided with a girl who looked like she could crush him. "I--I try to avoid you guys. Promise."
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"Creep," one of the girls behind Blaine suggested and some others chuckled.
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Did they know he had a crush? Was it obvious? Operation: secret homo was really going downhill this half of the semester. "We talked a few times so I was just ... looking."
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"Um. No. I don't understand." Did Kurt think he dressed hot? Was Kurt staring too? Ha! "Is it the bowtie?" What was the hot thing?
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Maybe that was what he was going for, but why? "Kurt can do better than you. So knock it off."
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He would. He was gonna. He was an option. "Are we, uh, are we done? Can I go? I have math."
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"You used to date Kurt's brother, he's a dumb jock." One of the skanks felt that wasn't much better.
"Don't talk about Finn," Quinn said, while adjusting her hair. Noticing Blaine in the mirror, she frowned. "Get lost!"
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Awkwardly, he slipped back out of the ladies room and adjusted his bowtie. Kurt was into him. Nerd or not, he was in with a chance!