“Really?  You’re the first person that’s said that.  Thank you, Elle.”  Blaine hooked his thumbs under the hem of his sweater pulling it out a bit so he could stare down the length of his torso at the intricate pattern the yarn made.  “Someone tried to tell me I look like the stuck up jock who’s secretly hiding a dozen rich family problems that turned him into a douche in a John Hughes movie.”  Oddly specific insults were Santana’s soup du jour and it was his day to be first on the receiving end.  “You have no idea how awkward I’ve felt since.”  Yeah, he was a little self conscious since.  Which really sucked because he was out of time to go change and had to rush out the door.