"Soo, guess who finally got into Noah Pukerman's pants at the weekend?!" Santana whispered to me, Britt and Quinn.

"Rachel Berry?" Brittany said with her usual dumb tone in her voice.

"No, stupid! Me, d'uh!" Santana exclaimed.

"Yeah, her! D'uh!" Quinn chimed in. I always think of Quinn as Gretchen Weiner from Mean Girls. She's such a nice person when she isn't around Santana. She kinda worships her.

"How'd you do it?" I wondered, "I thought the Wombats had a football game that day."

"Okay, there are so many wrong things you just said in that one sentence. Firstly, I can do anything. And secondly, it's baseball, not football. Besides, it's soccer. We're not in England." Santana bitched.

"Whatever, you know I don't care about sports and crap like that. Isn't he really high in demand?"

"Yeah, like on Sky! Movies on demand, right?" Britt attempted to be clever; it failed, as always.

"No, Britt. He means that Puck's really popular at the moment and he's surprised that Leanna could ever get into his pants. But, as always,Santana's amazing body, face and personality has outsmarted us all." Quinn said. Yep, I'm pretty sure she's in love with Santana. Well, can you blame her? She is gorgeous.

"Exactly." Santana smiled.

"Okay...anyway, Kurt, you know about that tutor, I think I've found the perfect person!" Fuck.

"What? You never told us you needed, a tutor!" Santana exclaimed. Loud. Everyone turned around to face me.

"Huh? I have nooo idea what you're talking about!" I said, trying to keep my  cool.

"Yeah, you do! In the music room you told me you got 12% on that Math test! Haha, and they call me dumb!" Britt carried on.

Yes, that's because you are DUMB!

I turned away from the nerdy, staring crowd. Why was this happening to me? My whole reputation will be ruined!

I started to run towards the boys bathroom, when I hit into some guy who walked into. Just my fucking luck.