So, here's the start of my new story. I've planned it out and it'll go way smoother than the gymnastics story ever would have. Pregnancy is one thing I know a lot about because I'm hoping to go to med school and eventually become a OBGYN. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this!

"So, you work at a paper company?" Blaine asked as he looked at the man across the table. The man sniffed and pushed his square glasses up on his nose.

"Oh yes," the man replied. "We make all kinds of paper; construction paper; computer paper; fancy paper;"

"That's really interesting." Blaine lied through his teeth.

"So…" The man began. "What do you do?"

'Oh, I'm a kindergarten teacher." Blaine replied with a smile. "I work at New York Elementary School. It's really great. The kids are so much fun."

"Oh...I don't really like kids." the man replied. "Their germy and they just waste paper. They just scribble on it! That's a waste." Blaine nodded his head like he was listening and tried to zone the man out. After this date was over, he was done with online dating. Every single date that he had been out on was worse than the last. While the man was talking, the waitress walked over to the table.

"Can I get you two a dessert menu?" She asked a smile on her face.

"No" "Yes" Blaine and the man said at the same time. Blaine leaned over and gently placed his hand on top of the other man's. "I'm just not feeling so well. I have a pretty bad headache." Blaine told him.
"Oh, okay," the man replied. "Then, just the check, please" he told the waitress." She nodded and then grabbed the check from her apron and set it on the table. The man instantly picked up the check. Well, that was better than most of the other dates Blaine had been on. After paying, they walked out of the restaurant together.

"Do you need me to help get you home?" He asked. "I mean with your headache and everything."

"Oh no, I'm fine." Blaine replied. "I had a really nice time tonight though."

"Ummm should I call you?" he asked.

"I'll call you." Blaine added quickly. The man's face lit up and he rustled through his pocket and grabbed his complimentary company travel pack of paper and wrote down his number before handing it to Blaine.

"I'll be waiting for your call." He added with a hopeful smile. Blaine just smiled and then began walking the other way. God, he was never going to call that guy again. He took the subway home and made it to his apartment. When he went inside, he went into his roommate, Santana's bedroom and flopped down onto her purple comforter, his face plummeting into the bed.

"I take it the date didn't go very well." Santana said not bothering to look up from her magazine.

" I got stuck with some nerdy guy who works a paper company and hates kids because their germy and they waste paper." Blaine replied. "How do you think it went?"

:"Sounds lovely to me." Santana replied sarcastically.

"Shut up." Blaine retorted. "I'm done with dating, San."
"So you say." Santana replied setting down her magazine and standing up.

"Oh god, San, would it kill you to put on pants?" Blaine grimaced.

"Last time I checked, you were in my room." Santana retorted.

'Yeah, but come on. You're like my sister. I don't want to see my sister in her underwear." Blaine explained.

"And the whole liking guys thing." Santana added.

"That too." Blaine replied. "But, I'm serious about this no more dating thing. I'm moving on...to my back-up plan. If you're ready to do it with me?"

"Wait really?" Santana asked. "Right now?"
"Well, if that's okay with you." Blaine told her. "I'm not getting any younger and neither are you."

"Excuse you." Santana retorted. "I'm am still plenty young. But...I'm not doing anything important." Santana replied. "So, let's make an appointment and go knock me up. Then, your back-up plan can officially start." She said with a smile. Blaine lunged in and hugged his best friend. He couldn't believe this was really happening.