“I really don’t understand how I’m considered a proper judge for this sort of thing. In case you forgot –”
“Yeah, yeah, you love dick, I know, but come on. I can’t ask the other guys because they’d slobber all over this hot ass in lingerie; Hummel would probably claw his eyes out if he saw more of my boobs than he does at school; there’s no way I’m getting Berry’s opinion on anything regarding fashion since she wears animal sweaters; Quinn’s too busy trying to steal a baby. So that leaves you.”
“But what about Tina and Mercedes? I’m sure they’d love to help you,” he says, getting more desperate as they get closer to Victoria’s Secret.
“We have clashing styles.”
“But they’re girls,” he practically squeaks.
Santana rolls her eyes and stops walking in front of the store. “Look – you’re attached to Hummel, so you must’ve picked up a think or two about fashion despite your aversion to wearing anything that doesn’t include a bowtie, and you’re not going to pop a boner if I flash a nipple. You’re sadly the best I have.”
He sighs, biting his bottom lip briefly before saying, “Fine. But please try not to flash me.”
“I can’t make any promises,” Santana says as she takes Blaine’s wrist and leads him inside.
The fact that I was in ANY WAY responsible for this makes me VERY HAPPY. Missus, this was fabulous :)