Finn took a deep breath, looking down at the large, heavy ball he held just below his chin. Swallowing hard, he pulled his arm down, trying to smooth himself before pulling his arm back, and then forward, releasing the ball down the lane. Everyone remained silent as they watched it roll, almost dramatically, to the end of the lane, where it crashed into seven out of the ten pins. The boys cheered, pumping their fist into the air; while the ladies rolls their eyes, sighing.

"And that would put the guys in the lead," Arties states, doing his best to sound not too in-your-face-ish as he looked up at the scoreboard.

"Just great," Santana muttered, leaning back in her seat.

"Its okay guys. The game isn't over yet." Brittany says aloud, hoping to raise spirits.

"David is up next, and aside from Blaine, he's the best player. Unless he strikes out, they're gonna keep getting ahead." Kurt told them. "You'd think Finn wouldn't be that good."

"Team, I have a plan." Rachel piped in. "We need to use our female anatomy to our advantage if we want to win." Rachel looked to Santana, her eyes shining. "Seeing as you're dating David, you know his weakness. Its up to you to make him miss if we want to get back into the game."

Santana smirked, rolling her head along her shoulders as she stood. "No problem." She says, walking to the lane beside their own. In the corner of her eye, she watched as David lined up his ball, getting ready to bowl. Yawning, Santana began to stretch; bending this way and that way. She was well aware of David's eyes on her; but that was the plan. And just as he shoot his head, getting ready to release the ball, Santana leaned forward, showing off her best . . . asset. Distracted, David missed his shot, guttering his ball.

Smiling innocent, Santana reached for her ball, taking it from the holder.

"That was a dirty trick, Tana." He says as she passes.

Santana gives no response; instead she blew him a simply kiss before bowling perfecting, getting the girls back into first place.

"Really? You go down that easy?" Finn breathes tiredly, tossing his bowling glove to the floor.

"Can't really blame him. A person ass is like a master peace." All turned to glare at Blaine, who was mindlessly gazing at his boyfriends bottom from across the way.

Kurt notices this, and smirked. "Like what you see, Blaine?"

"What?" Blaine sat up, blushing greatly.

"Keep looking at me like that, we might have a replay of last nights activities."

Santana and Brittany giggled, exchanging looks as Blaine nervously began to cough.

"That's my boy, Kurt." Santana murmurs, sitting lazily along David's lap.

Wrapping his arms around her, David pulled his girlfriend close, speaking softly. "I thought I was your boy?"

Santana purred, leaning in close. "Kurt is my boy. You, my dear, are my man. Very big difference."

"Hmm and you're my baby." Grasping her neck softly, David pulled her lips down to his, kissing her deeply.

Pulling away, David looked into her eyes, loving how the dark brown color of her eyes seemed to swirl around her iris. Santana bit her lip, smiling coyly. A spark went off inside his head, and he knew.

"Hey!" Finn's voice broke out, stopping the translation. "Can we get back to the game?"

Kurt stood, running his fingers along Blaine's shoulders. "Watch and learn boys." He announced, picking up his ball and getting into position. And then Blaine was gone, having fallen off the bend as he tried to lean forward, and get a better look.