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"𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏?" Quinn said sympathetically as she rubbed Aerin's shoulder. Word had gotten out at McKinley like a rapid fire. Everyone had found out about Aerin and Santana's first kiss, something so passionate, had now turned into dirty gossip.

People stared at her whenever she passed them, they'd insult her with slurs, and some, like Karofsky, would say they only did it for male attention. Aerin takes off her backpack, "Not the best," she mumbled as she took out her Spanish textbooks.

The two were suddenly interrupted by Jacob Ben Israel and his delinquent camera crew. Shoving his gigantic microphone in her personal space, he interrogates, "Aerin Cline, you haven't even been in this school for a year and you're already swapping spit with our resident hot girl. How do you respond to rumours that you and Miss Lopez are a item?"

Aerin slams her locker, she turns to look at the boy. "That is none of your business" she hissed, holding her spanish books tight.

"On the contrary actually, your steamy same-sex love affair is the new hot topic here at McKinley. And we want the scoop, the details, every single fact. Now tell me when did this romance start?" Jacob questioned as he waited for his answer.

Aerin pushes his mic away, "It was just a kiss, a stupid drunken kiss.  People do stupid stuff when they're intoxicated. Besides,  you should know what happened JBI, you practically watched us kiss, pervert" she scoffs.

Aerin rolls her eyes soon after, her and Quinn begin to walk towards their class. But JBI dosen't give up, he follows the two down the hallway, "One more question, just one more question !"

Quinn stopped dead in her tracks, she moves towards the curly haired nuisance and she holds him from the front of his shirt. "Go bother someone else, JBI. She dosen't want to answer your stupid, unessecary questions." she demands, letting go.

Jacob fixes his glasses and his collar as he nervously turned to the camera " We'll be right back folks" he quivered slightly.

Quinn walks back over to a impressed Aerin, "I never knew you had it in you," Aerin compliments.

Quinn smiles as she picks up her bag, "I'm a girl of many talents," she said suavely.

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍. Some were filled with judgement and some filled with worry. Aerin puts her head down as she walks quickly to the back of the room, taking the desk chair next to Matt Rutherford.

Matt smiles over at the girl awkwardly , " I don't judge, I think it's cool you know, the whole gay thing."

"I'm not gay-" she replied firmly. She takes in a sharp intake of breath, as she tries to start her sentence again, "I don't know what I am Rutherford, I like people, I just like people," she tucks her hair behind her ear as she looks down again.

"Hola class, how was everybody's weekend ?" Mr Schuester enters the room joyfully as he puts down his briefcase.

The room went silent, the whole class stared at the over enthusiastic teacher with no emotion. He scratches the back of his head, "Hey, I know Mondays are tough people but we can't start off this week on a bad note. Okay, how about we go around the room and tell each other one thing about our weekend ?"

Puck raises his hand, "Do we have to participate, because I have better places to be Mr Shue ! "

Mr Schue straightens his tie as he looks at Puckerman with slight confusion, "Yes, Puck you do, all of you do,"

He claps his hands, "I'll go first, set up the scene," he smiles. He leans on his desk, "On the weekend, me and a certain teacher had a special night in-"

" Wanky" Santana smirked, cutting off the sweater vest teacher.

Mr.Shuester clears his throat, he looks over at the girl. "Santana, your go, what did you do on the weekend ?" he called.

This stunned Santana, she sat up in her desk chair as she fixed her ponytail. Everyone waited for her answer, they all looked at each other, would she really spill about the party?.

"Look Schuester, I don't want too." she countered hesitantly.

Mr Schue slowly walks towards Santana's desk, " Santana, I asked you a question. I'd really appreciate it if you would respond-"

Aerin felt herself getting mad at her teacher, she didn't like the way he was treating her. It bothered her greatly, it was obvious she didn't want to answer his question, why couldn't he just move on and ask someone else.

Santana gave Aerin a quick look from the side of her eye, she then looks back at Mr Schuester, "Fine, you want an answer i'll give you one. I got my period yesterday, yep, my period. Is that good enough for you Mr Schue, does that fill your little sweater loving heart with joy?"

The room soon filled with snickers, everyone was stunned. Mr Schuester hitches his breath as he awkwardly presses his lips together in a straight line, he sighs, "Uh, let's just start the lesson. Open your books to page 25," he said as he turned back around to write on the board.

Aerin tries to hold in her laugh, she felt a smile form on her face as she drew hearts on the front cover of her notebook.

Aerin turns back, she felt the heat rise to her cheeks as Santana looked in her direction. Santana grinned and Aerin snapped her head away, knowing that if she continued to stare she would get lost in her big brown eyes. she could feel her eyes still on her, she silently inhaled and exhaled, hoping that his thoughts about her were good.

◜     -ˋˏ  𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙀'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 ! ˎˊ- ◝

hey besties, I hope you guys enjoyed the new chapter.

this chapter is dedicated to my favourite gel-haired, cronut loving, chaotic warbler

happy birthday darren criss <3

i hope you guys have a great weekend !