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Sam wasn’t sure why he signed up for the dance. He didn’t know about the blind date, or at least he missed that part. He got dressed and decided to put n some slacks a black shirt and a blazer. He didn’t have many things to dress up in and he rather be comfortable. He combed his hair and shaved a bit. Things that he rarely had time for with his hectic schedule. He took one last look in the mirror before heading out to meet Viktoriya.

Mason clenched to the bunch of flowers with his right hand, and with his left steadied himself against the edge of the table, leaning against it slightly. It felt strange being so…covered…in the little Hawaiian themed restaurant, usually he’d just be in a pair of shorts with some trainers on his feet. But hey, no-one liked to dress up real fancy more than Mason did. Earlier in the day he would have been lying if someone had asked if he was nervous and he replied with a ‘no’ because he woke up, nervous as hell. Mainly because he never really understood who came up with the events that Hazel Run came up with and it’d just be his luck that he’d get lumbered with someone freaky. But his experience with blind dates weren’t exactly bad, so what did he have to lose? Except for maybe his wallet or something… But the name that he had got ‘lumbered’ with made Mason very happy indeed. Quinn Fabray, score!