Shawn's POV:
I was in the Lima Bean with Rachel and Finn. He asked us to meet him here.
"Thanks for coming guys." He says and we both nod.
"Rachel, I half-thought that Brody guy was gonna be with you, and I didn't think you'd want to spend your first Valentine's Day apart." Finn tells Rachel.
"Yeah, it's actually a little bit of a point of contention between the two of us. He was... I don't know, weirded out, about going to a strangers wedding," Rachel started. Yeah, Mr. Shue and Ms. Pillsbury are getting married on Valentine's Day. Which is cute. "And so I..." Rachel gets cut of by Finn.
"Okay. Cool cool. So I-I don't really need to hear about your new boyfriend that your living with, alright?" Finn states.
"Can you tell me why you brought us here?" I asked getting irritated.
"Oh Shawn. I heard your dating someone. Who's the lucky lady?" Rachel asked me.
"Her name is Angel." I say smiling. "She's cool, pretty, funny." I sigh happily.
"Seems like your in love." Rachel drags out love. I shake my head.
"I'm not in love with her. We just started dating. It's too soon for that. I'm not even sure I love her." I admit. She nods.
She turns to Finn and says "Finn, what's going on right now? You look like you slept in those clothes. And you won't even look at me." Rachel holds his face.
"Yeah, what's up dude?" I asked drinking an apple juice.
"I kissed Miss Pillsbury." He admits and I choke on my apple juice. I start coughing repeatedly. Rachel let's go of his face.
"You what? You do know her wedding is a week away right?" I tell him, clearing my throat.
"Did she kiss you back?" Rachel asked.
"No, she was totally freaked out by it." Finn says.
"Why did you kiss her?" I asked.
"I don't know. I don't even know how it happened. We've been spending all this time together, and then... she was there, and I just felt the need to..." Finn tries to find the right words to say. "And I kissed her, and I..."
"Does Mr. Shue know?" Rachel asked calmly.
"I don't... I don't think so." Finn answered quickly "I don't think she'd tell him, but... maybe I should." Finn states.
"Don't. Just... don't." Rachel states and I look at her shock.
"Okay? Remember how you felt about Puck when you found out about him and Quinn? You kicked a garbage can." Rachel says.
"I'm the worst person in the world!" Finn shouts throwing his hands up. Way to get everyone's attention.
"No your not." Rachel tells him.
"Yeah, you fuck up a lot, but your not the worst person in the world. There are worse people than you out there." I tell him and he gives me a wtf look.
"What you did, it wasn't great, but I get it. Your confused, and... and lonely. I'm sure that... just knowing about Brody and I living together, it-it sets you off." Rachel says and I roll my eyes and groan.
"Come on Rachel. It's not always about you." I tell her.
"Not everything has to do with you." Finn stated, his voice kind of raised. Rachel nodded her head slowly and softly.
"Look, I don't know what to do." Finn says, he looks tired as hell.
"Well, I think you should tell Mr. Shue. Even though it will hurt him, he deserves to know. Just like you deserved to know that Quinn's baby was actually Pucks. Cause if you didn't know, you would be raising a child that isn't yours, which is bad." I state then think. "Although, I could've had a niece that I thought was my niece." I put my hand on my chin and squint my eyes thinking about it.
Rachel scoffs and says "No, don't listen to Shawn. You cannot tell him." I roll my eyes. She sighs before continuing. "You always wanted to be an actor, right? So here's your chance to play the role of the supportive best man." She said.
"That kissed the bride." I add shrugging. Rachel flicked my head. "Hey what the hell?" I rub my head.
She stands up and leaves. I turn to Finn.
"Look, you decide what you want to do, okay? But I suggest you talk to Ms. Pillsbury, tell her your intentions for the kiss." I start then realize something. "What actually were your intentions?"
"She was freaking out so I kissed her to calm her down." He admits. I make an ohh face. Everything makes so much more sense now.
"Now this makes so much more sense. Just explain to her that you were trying to calm down. I think she'll understand." I tell him. "Just talk to her."
"Okay. I hope she'll let me explain." She says I nod. We sit in the Lima Bean for 20 more minutes until it's time for school.
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Santana's POV:
"Lady Hummel!" I yell from the living room.
"What is it Santana?" He asked. He was wearing leopard print pajamas.
"Wtf are you wearing?" I asked laughing
"It's silk. Jaguar print." He gestures to it.
"Anyways," I shake my head laughing. "Help me unpack." I tell him.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because I have too much stuff to unpack and I can't do it alone. Just help me lady lips." I say putting my pants away and Kurt looks at my bad with wide eyes.
"Ugh fine." He says with an eye roll and I smirk as he starts helping me. "Why do you have so much spy equipment?" Kurt asked as he pointed to my bad that is mixed with my clothes and spy equipment.
"You never know when it might come in handy." I say with a smirk and Kurt rolls his eyes and takes out one of my shirts. He folds it and places it on the bed. I take out one of my jeans and place it on my bed. This is gonna take a long time.
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Shawn's POV:
Glee Club!!" Mr. Shue says as he walks in the choir room. We all applaud, cheer and whistle. I go up to him and hug him.
"Mr. Shue, how was D.C?" Artie asked.
"D.C was great, but now I am back to stay." He says.
"Holla!" Artie yells.
"Did you meet the president?" I asked excitedly.
"Sadly no Shawn." He says with a chuckle and pats my shoulder. "And so, for my first order of business, I want to give a big shout-out to the guy who made sure I had something to come back to— Mr. Finn Hudson." Mr. Shue states and we clap. I see the nervous look on Finns face.
"Now... for this week's assignment..." Mr. Shue starts and opens a marker.
"I hope it's Britney again." Brittany says calmly.
"Brittany 3.0?" I turn and look at her.
"You know it." She says smiling.
"Ohhhh!!" Everyone drums on the piano and makes a beat.
"Wedding!!" I yell as he write it on the board.
"Ha, ha, ha!" Mr. Shue laughs. "Ms. Pillsbury and I are finally getting married. Which make me the happiest, luckiest man alive." He says and close the marker. I see Finn looking nervous. He glanced at me.
"Tell him." I mouth to him.
"What?" He mouths back confused.
"Tell him. Tell him about how you." I do a kissing face while hugging myself. "Ms. Pillsbury."
"Shawn, you okay?" Mr. Shue asked giving me a weird look.
"Yeah, I was just practicing kissing with the air." I make up. Everyone laughs.
"But you know how to kiss." Brittany states. "You've had like 3 girlfriends."
"You can always get better." I say.
"Anyways," Mr. Shue shakes his head with a smile. "Now, Emma has been handling all the prep, so to help out, I thought I'd take charge of the entertainment for the reception. And though this goes against tradition, it would mean the world to me and to Emma if, instead of giving your best mans speech Finn, you sing for us." Mr. Shue says looking at Finn. "What do you think?"
"Uh... uh, yeah, of course." Finn says unsure and stuttering.
"Perfect." Mr. Shue chuckles. "For everyone else who isn't out with Asian bird flu..."
"It wasn't me." Tina says as Jake stares at her. I laugh at this.
"... it's a Valentine's Day wedding, which means, we need some great romantic love songs at the reception." Mr. Shue states.
"Wait. You want us to be your wedding singers?" Tina asked confused. "That is so..." I cut her off.
"Awesome. We'd be like your one direction. Only we are more than 5 members." I say with a smile. Mr. Shue shakes his head with a smile.
"We'd be honored." Blaine adds looking at Tina.
"Great. I have some great ideas." Mr. Shue says and walks away from us.
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I was at my locker talking with Sam and Brittany when Angel struts up to us.
"Hey love." She says and I turn to her.
"Hey bae." I notice she has a box in her hand.
"This is for you." She says with a smile.
"Aww thanks." I open it and see that it's a box of Valentine's Day chocolates. Milk chocolates. "Um, I appreciate the effort, but I don't like milk chocolate. I'm sorry but I can't eat it."
"What!! I spend 2.50 on you and you don't even take it!! You are so unappreciative!! That's the last time I buy you something!!" She yelled at me. Wtf is her problem.
"I told you I don't like milk chocolate! Many times!" I raise my voice.
"You don't even appreciate what I do for you!!" She yelled back! She takes the box away from me and stomps off.
"What did I just witness?" Sam asked baffled.
"A couple fight." Brittany nonchalantly answered him.
"What is she getting so mad for?" Sam asked me.
"I don't know. I told her I don't like milk chocolate. It's not like I didn't do she doesn't have a right to be mad at me. And we just started dating. I don't know why she is so mad." I tell him.
"Hopefully it will get better for you." Sam states.
"I don't like her." Brittany says and I furrow my eyebrows. "She's not nice."
"No Britt, she is. I guess she's just having a bad day." I say with a light smile.
"She's still shouldn't take it out on you. Your too nice and generous to be getting yelled at." She says with a pout.
"It's okay Britt, I used to get yelled at all the time by teachers, classmates, my mom and even random people I pissed off. Getting yelled at again isn't gonna hurt me." I tell her. She nods
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I was getting ready for Mr. Shue's wedding. I put on a white dress shirt, black tie, black dress jacket, and gray dress pants and black dress shoes. I put some cream in my hair and comb it so my curls are laying on my forehead. I look in the mirror and smile at myself.
"Shawn!!" I hear my mom yell.
"Coming!!" I yell back.
I put some money in my pocket and go downstairs. I see my mom, Sam, Finn and Burt standing by the door.
"Finally. You look great kiddo." Burt says and I smile.
"Yeah, you look fantastic honey." My mom adds and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "All of you do. Let's get a picture."
We all stand next to each other and take the picture. I'm standing next to Finn and Sam is on the other side.
"Okay, let's go." Finn states and we walk out the house and go in the car.
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Santana's POV:
I was walking into the wedding ceremony with Quinn. I was wearing a red dress with a black furry coat. We sit down and I place my purse on my lap.
"It is a Carrot Top convention." I say looking around the place. "I am so over this, and it hasn't even started yet." I look at Quinn and see she's putting lipstick on and checking herself with her mini mirror. "I'm clearly the hottest bitch in this lousy joint, but I'm all alone, stuck here sitting with you."
"Do you want me to slap you again?" She says and I roll my eyes. She couldn't even if she tried to.
"I hate weddings, and I hate Valentine's Day." I start as Quinn hands me her lipstick mirror to borrow. "They were invented by breeders to sell cheap chocolate and false hope." I stated fixing my lipstick.
"You didn't seem to hate it last year." She says and I sigh.
"That's because I was with someone I actually wanted to be with. Every year before that, Valentine's Day sucked. And this year is no different." I explained to her.
"Do you know what I hate? Men. Every single one of them is a pig, except for Sam, and maybe Mr. Shue and Al Roker." She says and I furrow my eyebrows. "And you know what? You were right. I do let men define me when I'm dating one, but not anymore. Like Gloria Steinem said, 'A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle'. So I'm glad I go for both."
"Al Roker is disgusting, by the way." I commented handing her the lipstick mirror back.
She scoffed "Whatever."
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Shawn's POV:
We just arrived to the chapel. Angel was coming a little late so she said she'd meet me here. We walk up to a man who is in front of the doors to the ceremony.
"Can I get your names?" He asked my mom.
"The Hudson-Hummel-Evans family." My mom tells him with a smile.
"Alright, you guys are here but your seats are separated. Sam Evans and Shawn Hudson, you guys are in the seats in the 7th row on the left side. Burt Hummel and Carole Hudson-Hummel, your in the 7th row on the right side. Finn Hudson you are the best man so you stand in the front." He tells us. We nod and walk inside. Me and Sam count the rows from the back.
"12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7. Right here." Sam tells me. We look up and see we are seated in front of Quinn and Santana.
"Hey guys." I say to them.
"Hey Shawn, hey Sam." Quinn greets us.
"Hey Quinn, hey Santana." Sam says with a smile.
"Hey bubbs, hey trouts." Santana says with a smirk and Sam rolls his eyes while I chuckle. Sam goes in first and sits in front of Quinn while I sit in front of Santana.
"Where Kurt?" Quinn asked us.
"Uh, he came with Blaine. I don't know where he is." I shrug.
"Probably getting fucked by Blaine." Santana shrugs. I turn around with wide eyes.
"No way. Could they?" I asked shocked.
"It's Blaine and Kurt. Of course they are." She tells me and I turn back around.
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Santana's POV:
"Sorry I'm late love." I hear Angel say. Ugh. Why did she have to come. She takes a seat next to Shawn and kisses her on the cheek.
"It's okay bae. You look amazing." Shawn says and Angels eyes turn red.
"That's it!!! That's all you have to say about me!!! I spent hours getting ready!!" She yelled at Shawn. Everyone looked our way. No way she spent hours on that. She looks like she did her makeup while in a coma.
"You look beautiful?" Shawn says more like a question than a statement.
"This is ridiculous. You can't even compliment me good." She adds on bitchily.
"I don't see you complimenting me. Can you not do this?" Shawn asked her. She scoffs. How is Shawn with this bitch? "Anyways, Angel, this is Quinn, you've already met Sam and Santana..." She trails off saying my name.
"Nice to meet you Quinn." She sticks out her hand to shake with a smile. Quinn shakes it with a fake ass smile. "And yes, I met them. It was nice meet one of them." She smiles bitchily at me.
"I didn't enjoy meeting you either. Not one bit. Worst day of my life. And I've been outed." I say with a smug smile. She scoffs and turns back around. That's right. Turn around. And turn that atrocious wig on the correct side too.
(Shawn is next to Sam and Angel and in front of Santana)
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Shawn's POV:
Brad starts playing the piano and we all turn around. We see Becky throwing rose petals in the floor aggressively. Someone's in a bad mood. The open the doors. I expect to see Ms. Pillsbury but instead I see Sue?? Sue?? She comes out in a wedding dress and has a bouquet of bright colored flowers in her hand.
She makes a nervous face and walks down the aisle.
She laughs menacingly and says "Oh yeah. Nice to see you all." Then she clicks her tongue.
"Hey, what do you think?" Sue does a spin. "Nice huh? Thank you for coming. Oh look, it's all the glee kids." She added.
Once she is about to pass my row I speak up. I lean over Angel.
"What the hell are you doing Sue?" I whisper shout.
"I'm saving a wedding. Now can it, you greasy, half baked potato!!" She half yells in my face. I furrow my eyebrows and sit back down. I turn around to Santana and Quinn.
"Half baked potato. What the hell does that mean?" I asked confused.
"She's referring to your skin and hair color. And your face because you have a lot of Vaseline on it." Quinn tells me and wipes my face with a tissue. I turn back around and look at my skin. I'm off white and have blonde hair. I still don't get the nickname.
"Don't touch her." Angel turned around and hissed at Quinn.
"I can touch her if I want you hideous lizard." Quinn says through gritted teeth.
"Angel chill, she was only helping me." I tell her. She rolls her eyes and turns back around and cuddled into me.
"What's up with Angel? She's being disruptive." Sam whispers to me really lowly.
"I'm not being disruptive, sausage lips." She snaps as Sam. Sam put his hands up in defense.
"I'm the only one that calls him that." Santana growled at her.
"And now your not." She adds smugly.
"Actually, she is." Sam corrects her. Angel scoffs and kisses my lips.
Sue stands next to Mr. Shue. She whispers something to him that makes his face go pale.
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Santana's POV:
I walk back inside the chapel. Apparently, Ms. Pillsbury left the building right before she was supposed to come. So the wedding got canceled. I walk up to Finn and Mr. Shue who are sitting on the steps inside the chapel.
"I have been chosen, probably because I'm numb to other people's feelings, to come here and ask what you would like to do, Mr. Shue." I straight up say.
"About what?" He asked confused. I roll my eyes.
"Uh, about the reception." I remind him of the obvious. "Miss Pillsbury's parents say they paid for the whole thing so... we might as well go ahead and have the party and... if you ask me, they seem pretty happy about what happened." I added on.
"We can't have a reception now." Finn states doing hand gestures.
Sure you can." Mr. Shue corrects him. "All of you came back, to should be together. Just because I ruined my Valentine's Day doesn't mean I have to ruin all of yours too." Mr. Shue stands up and walks past me. Then he stops. He turns halfway around and says "I'm gonna go see if I can find Emma." He walks away. Wow. That's kinda sad........ oh well. I walk back to the reception.
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Me and Quinn were dancing with Mike. Then I heard a voice I didn't want to hear.
"Come on Shawn. Let's go dance." Angel says. I turn around and see she dragged Shawn towards us and started dancing with her next to us. I scoff, roll my eyes and grab Quinn's hand and leave the dance floor.
"We all should've known that a Valentine's Day wedding was just ask sign for a disaster. Love stinks." Quinn says while we were walking to the bar.
"Sorry ladies, can I see some I.D?" The bartender asked.
I pull out the fake I.D Shawn got me.
"I'm 25. Names Rosario Cruz. I might be related to Penelope." I say fast and show him my card. "You?" I asked Quinn tilted my head towards her.
"Emily Stark. Barely legal." Quinn says sassily and I chuckle. The guy leaves and gets our drinks.
"Well, that's good, cause I hear your professors are into that." I say to her. She hums. "You know, we always were two ends of the same bitch-goddess spectrum. Maybe that's why we love each other so much." I tell Quinn. "And slap each other."
"How did you get your fake I.D?" Quinn asked me.
"Shawn made it for me when she took me to a club for my birthday." I admit and think about the memory.
"Aww that's cute." Quinn says kinda sarcastically and I roll my eyes.
"How about yours?" I questioned pointing at her fake I.D.
"Me and Sam wanted to buy some wine last year for a date so he made us fake I.D's." She tells me and I nod.
It's silent for a couple of minutes until Quinn breaks it.
"You know, I have to say, Rosario, you are killing it in that dress." Quinn compliments me and I am shocked.
"Thanks." I say with a smile. I'm kinda shocked to hear that. "You know, that's the first time you ever complimented me that I can recall."
"Well don't get used to it." She says and I playfully roll my eyes.
I look over at Shawn and Angel. Shawn has her back facing us and Angel is looking at us with an evil smile. She sticks her tongue at us. We both stick the middle finger up at her.
"How can Shawn date her? Her name may be Angel, but she's the devils child. I know it." I say to Quinn.
"Exactly. Can you believe she caused a scene because Shawn only said she looked amazing? Shawn was being nice. She looks fucking hideous." Quinn states.
"Exactly. Finn dancing is better than her dress." I say and look at her dress with a disgusted look.
"Can you believe we fought over Shawn?" Quinn asked. She pauses then continues. "Actually, I can. I mean. Look at her." She gestures to Shawn.
"Yeah. I mean who wouldn't want someone with such a sexy face, beautiful personality, amazing hot body, pillow-soft pink lips. That smile is to die for. And those luscious, sexy, adorable eyes." I say biting my lip while looking at her. I feel a wetness in my underwear just looking at her.
"Your drooling." Quinn tells me. I wipe my lip and I actually was drooling. "And you know what the crazy part is? Even after all that fighting, neither of us have her now." She gestures to Shawn dancing with Angel.
"Yeah. But you know what. Let's not talk about that hunky human being right now." I start. "Cheers to us, for behind single and not giving a fart." Me and Quinn clink glasses and take a sip.
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Shawn's POV:
I have been dancing with Angel for quite a while and I decided to take a break. I go and sit with Blaine and Kurt.
"Hey guys." I greet them.
"Hey Shawn." Kurt says smiling.
"How are you enjoying the party?" Blaine asked me smiling.
"It's nice. It kinda feels weird celebrating when the wedding didn't even happen, but I like it." I admit.
"Yeah. So, when am I gonna meet that girlfriend of yours?" Kurt teases.
"Uh, you actually can now." I say and look for Angel. I spot her my the food area. "Angel!" I call for her. She turns and looks at me. "Come here. I want you to meet someone." I yell. She comes over to me.
"Angel, this my stepbrother Kurt. And you know Blaine." I introduced her and Kurt.
"Nice to meet you Shawn has told me a lot about you." Angel shakes Kurts hand.
"Good things I hope." Kurt does a fake smile. I furrow my eyebrows.
"They were. Well, Im gonna got to make an appointment." She says and is about to leave but I grab her hand.
"What for?" I asked.
"Hair." She replies and leaves.
"Good." Kurt says with a disgusted look.
"What do you mean?" I asked puzzled.
"She's evil. I can spot a fake a mile away." Kurt looks at her disgusted.
"I think she's sweet." Blaine says.
"Thanks Blaine. Just give her a chance Kurt." I say and he rolls his eyes.
"Fine. But my instinct is never wrong." He tells me. I shake my head with a small smile.
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(Shawn is dancing with Angel)
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I just finished dancing with Angel. Again. She has been hogging me all night and I needed a breather. I go over to the bar while looking at my phone.
"Can I get some red wine?" I ask while showing him my fake I.D, not lifting up my head.
"Shaka Khan?" He asked like he doesn't believe me.
"My mom favorite singer. Had the same last name so my mom decided to name me Shaka." I say with my head still down, playing a game.
"Let me see your face." He tells me. I lift up my head. "Hmm, how old are you?"
"It's says it on my I.D. I'm 23." I state the obvious.
"Okay, I'll be right back." He walks away from me.
"Well if it isn't Shawn Hudson." I hear from behind me. I turn around to see Santana, Quinn and Brittany with drinks in their hands.
"Hey guys." I say with a smile.
"Where's the girlfriend?" Brittany asked me.
"Making a hair appointment." I tell her. They sit next to me. Quinn sitting next to me on one side, Brittany next to her, and Santana on the other side of me.
"Finally." I hear Santana say to herself.
"Huh?" I asked confused.
"She needs that hair appointment. Her hair is horrifying." Santana states. I shake my head.
"Angels been with you the whole night so it's weird to see you without her." Brittany tells me.
"Well, she has been hogging me and I wanted to get some time away from her for a little. So I came here." I tell them.
"Okay, I'm just gonna say what the three of us are thinking." Santana starts. "Why are you with her?"
"Well, I like her. She's cool and she's actually nice once you get to know her." I tell them taking my drink from the guy. I take a sip.
"She treats you like crap. She yells at you all the time. And how long have you guys been dating for?" Quinn questions me.
"About 2 weeks." I cringe at the number.
"Two weeks and she's already yelling at you?? That is crazy." Santana shakes her head.
"You need to leave her. I heard that witches will try and poison your apples." Brittany tells me serious.
"Look guys, I appreciate you looking out for me, but I'm old enough to make my own decisions." I said and took another sip of the drink. "Please, just give her a chance."
"Fine." Quinn grumbled.
"Whatever." Santana mumbles.
"Okay." Brittany says quietly.
"Thank you." I say shaking my head. I walk over to Puck and Finn.
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Santana's POV:
"We aren't giving that bitch a chance right?" Quinn asked me while facing front.
"Is that even a question? Hells no. There's something about that bitch I don't like." I state and take a sip of wine.
Sue walks on stage with the mic and says "Today is the day we honor Saint Valentine, a man publicly beheaded for defying his government, by exchanging candies and chocolates to nonsensically render the objects of our affection more fat and less attractive." Sue states and I nod "And in other nonsensical traditions, Emma left behind her bouquet as she fled the scene, leaving it to somebody else to toss these soon-to-be-dead flowers under the mythical belief that whoever catches them will magically become the next person to get married or, more than likely, to sprint from the altar." Sue added "So gather round, single ladies, and allow me to be the one to enable your false drama and ridiculous expectations." Sue says and me and Quinn walk up to the crowd. Sue turns around and everyone is cheering. She throws the bouquet and it's as if it was thrown to Rachel because she catches it perfectly.
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Shawn's POV:
"Hey bae." I say and walk up to Angel. "You wanna get a drink with me?"
"Sure love." She replies and holds my hand. We get the drinks and sit at the bar.
"How's classes?" She asked me.
"Fine. I'm passing with flying colors." I say with a small smile.
"That's amazing love. Hey can you give me some money?" She asked me.
"What for?" I asked confused.
"I need to pay for my hair appointment. It's $60." She tells me. I pull out $60.
"Okay. Here." I hand it to her.
"Thanks love." She pecks my lips.
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Santana's POV:
(Shawn is dancing with Angel)
I was dancing with Quinn while Finn and Rachel were singing.
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Shawn's POV:
When the party was over, me and Angel were in a hallway. I wasn't drunk but I was a little buzzed.
"Where are we going?" I asked squinting my eyes.
"You'll see baby." She says dragging my hand.
We enter a hotel room. She starts making out with me roughly. I don't mind the rough making out, but then she starts to take off my clothes. That's when I stop her.
"Whoa, what are you doing?" I asked pulling away.
"Come on baby. Let's do it." She says trying to take off my clothes again.
"No, I can't." I tell her moving her hands.
"Why tf not?" She asked angrily. Oh my god here we go again.
"I just can't okay?" I say getting frustrated. I sit down on the bed. She sits next to me.
"Tell me why." She growled. Tf is her problem?
"Because we just started dating??" I say rhetorically. "I don't like to rush having sex with people."
"Come on let's just do it. We've been dating for like two weeks." She tells me and starts kissing on me.
"I said no Angel." I say angrily and move her away from me.
"Ugh whatever. I'm out." She says and leaves. I shake my head and try to calm down. My chest was pumping in and out fast. I can't believe she wants to have sex after two weeks of dating.
That's not the only reason I'm not having sex with her right now. The other reason is, today is Valentine's Day. A year ago today, I lost my virginity to Santana. I can't have sex with someone else in the day that she took my virginity. I can't do it. This day is reserved for Santana and Santana only.
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Santana's POV:
I've had about 8 drinks and I was drunk. Me and Quinn were running down the hallways of the hotel laughing. Then we go into a hotel room.
The next morning:
I wake up with a huge hangover.
"Shit." I murmured. I look next to me and see Quinn. Oh no. Please tell me I did not sleep with her. I move the covers and see that Quinn is fully clothed. I look at myself and see that I'm fully clothed too. Thank god. Just then Quinn starts to wake up too. She looks at me.
"Did we..." she trails off squinting her eyes. I roll my eyes.
"No. We are fully clothed." I gesture to my clothes.
"What happened?" She asked.
"I'm guessing me just came here and fell asleep." I state then remember last night. "Wait I remember." I start restating what happened.
Flashback: Nobody's POV:
Santana and Quinn were running down the hall drunk out of their minds. Laughing and being loud. They get to a hotel room and run in.
"Shit. I need a nap." Santana slurs, falling on the bed.
"Me too." Quinn slurs as well.
"There's only one bed tho." Santana said.
"Let's share." Quinn falls next to Santana on the bed.
"Okie." Santana laughs.
"Did you know that you can get cavities from candy?" Santana asked.
"No way!!" Quinn yelled shocked.
"Yes way!!" Santana yelled.
"No way!!"
"Yes way!!"
"No way!!"
"Yes way!!"
"No way!!"
"Yes way!!"
Quinn and Santana went back and forth until they finally fell asleep an hour later.
End of Flashback: Santana's POV:
"I can't believe we went back and forth on that." Quinn says shaking her head.
"I know right. Anyways, I'm glad I didn't sleep with you. One because, eww. No offense." I scrunch up my face in disgust. I can never see myself sleeping with Quinn.
"Oh none taken, I would never sleep with you." She stated.
"Two, yesterday was Valentine's Day and that marked a year since I took Shawn's virginity." I tell her.
"Shawn was a virgin??" Quinn asked shocked. I nodded. "No wonder she didn't know any sex terms."
"Yeah. Anyways, I couldn't sleep with anybody on the day I took her virginity. That day is reserved for her and her only. Dating or not, I will never have sex with anyone else on Valentine's Day." I tell her.
"Aww that's so sweet." She mocks me.
"Shut up." I playfully shove her.
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Shawn's POV:
(Shawn is wearing the outfit as Sam)
So Shawn and Santana have reserved Valentine's Day for each other and each other only.👀