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BroadwayBerry: that is the cutest thing I've ever seen!! 😵
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PghShann: @dancerboiGabe omg!!  Fetus us!! #👶🏻 my mom still carries around that picture on her keychain!!  miss you too!! Come Visit Me!!!!!!  #pumpkin&twink #💃🏻🕺❤️ @Bastian17 💙 @hjclarington 💚 you boys sure know how to flatter a girl.
AuntieSnixx: @PghShann please explain that ^^^ 😒
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After the girls questions I feel like I dodged a bullet.  So things go easy until glee club at the end of the day.  Mr Schuester is trying to plan out a set list for Regionals.  It is hard to believe that it is already a month away.  This year has just flown by.

Eepp.... That just makes me think, prom will be in a few months too.  That is going to be really, really awkward.  It is times like this that I wish we all went to the same school.  Or that my life could be simple, you know where I didn't have feelings for two really great, really sweet guys.

"So girls group number, big group number with Rachel on the lead.  Shannon since you did so well with that duet at Sectionals would you like to take ownership of a solo for Regionals?"

I shake my head slightly, blinking out of my thoughts at that.  Softly I call out, "Sure....  Um, let me think of a few song ideas."  Mr Schue nods my way and then starts chatting with Mike about choreography options for whatever other numbers he came up with.

Rachel is at my side as the bell rings, hooking her arm through mine. "Hey if you need a sounding board for song ideas let me know.  I have a whole case of sheet music."  I give her a smile as we reach my locker. "Thanks Rach. That's sweet. Have fun with Finn tonight." She smiles and gives me a quick hug, "Won't you miss Seb tonight though?" I can't help the disappointed sigh that I give. "Of course I will. Who knows, maybe I'll FaceTime him later. And Friday isn't really that far away." She gives a small, wary smile my way and then hurries off to her own locker.

I'm getting the books I need out of my locker when I hear the words that cause my blood to run cold.

"That kiss was insane....  Is that the real reason you're not seeing Smythe tonight?  Because you're hooking up with your dance partner."

My eyes go wide and it honestly feels like I've been slapped in the face. Slowly I turn to face the person who made that statement. I come face to face with Puck.

Softly I breathe out, "You remember?? I, I thought everyone was drunk." He laughs, shoving his hands into the pockets of his letterman jacket. "Anderson babe, the Puckerman is an experienced drinker. Trust me I remember everything. That game was sick and twisted for sure. But you kissing the new kid.... Even from where I was sitting that looked really real. Like sparks and shit." I look nervously down the hallway and then back up to his face. "Who else remembers any of this?"

His jaw drops, clearly he was expecting me to deny his accusations.  "Wow....  So you have been hooking up with your dance partner?" I shut my locker and lean against it, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Please, Puck just answer my question. I need to know so I can talk to Sebastian and Hunter about any sort of damage control."  He shakes his head and laughs softly, "Damn....  This is a lot to take in Shann, you realize that.  But I think you're safe, no one else has mentioned anything about what happened.  If someone like Santana remembers you would know it for sure."

He is right. If someone like Santana had even the sneaking suspicion of anything I would probably be lying in the middle of the hallway a bloody mess. I'm nibbling on my lower lip as I push off my locker, messenger bag on my shoulder. Quickly I look up at Puck, "Please don't say anything to anyone about what you know." He nods, "I'm not the one to out other people's secrets. But I speak from experience, as the guy who knocked up his best friend's girlfriend, things like this have the tendency to come out eventually." I nod as we both start walking towards the parking lot.

I'm speaking softer now, since we're moving and people could be around. "Trust me I know.   It kinda did on Saturday night, which is why I needed to know if anyone else remembered."  By this time we've reached my car.  He replies just as softly, "I ask this out of morbid curiosity but what is going on?  You still with Smythe?"  I nod. He looks confused and speaks again.  "What about the new kid?"  I finally say the words out loud that I've only been really thinking.  "Hunter.  His name is Hunter.  And I'm dating him too.  I feel horrible about all of this, but he's really sweet and it sort of just happened..."

He lets out a lower whistle.  "Damn Anderson.  If I knew you were up for dating two guys at once I would've taken a shot at you." I give him a look and then turn to get in my car. "It isn't like that at all. I didn't plan on being that kind of girl, it just happened.... So please save your criticism Puckerman. This is a hard enough situation. I don't need anyone else's opinions."  He starts heading towards his car but calls back as I slip into my car, "No worries.  No judgement.  But I'll let you know if anyone mentions something."  I nod his way and start my car up.

But I don't leave right away.  Instead I pull my phone out of my purse.  It is probably best to use the privacy of my car to make this phone call.  Quickly I search through my contact list and press on the appropriate name.

He picks up right away...

Hello?  I didn't think I would hear from you today....