Summary: "No she hasn't been here all day Mason." A deep voice came outta nowhere. Whirling around towards the mustang Blaine had finally come outta hiding. I thought Mason was handsome but, Blaine. He looked sexy dangerous and handsome. He had short black hair tousled up to look like he just got outta bed. Deep Green eyes strong jawed. His skin was tan like maybe he had some Italian in him. He was lean and muscled. His shirt clung to every muscle and showed its defined shape. He was tall like Mason and broad shoulders. His jeans road low on his hips and his lips.... defiantly kissable. Had I now been shocked at the fact he came out from beneath the car my jaw would have hit the floor. Why did I dress like crap today. The day two total hotties come into play. Mason took a few steps into the room. His eyes roaming over my body and face. I blushed as he spoke to me. "Hello, You must be Vasleina. Jason talks a lot about you." "H-hello." I stammered. Blaine was looking at me two but not like the way mason was. He looked at me and took in my nervous expression and his eyes soffend a bit. I relaxed slowly as he gave me a slight nod. Mason came across the room and stuck out his hand. "Mason, Mason Marks. Pleasure to meet you Vasleina." Blaine rolled his eyes at his formality. Jazz just sat back watching the three of us smiling at my dumbfounded expression. Blaine's eyes went to my hand still in Mason's and he cleared his throat. "Your girlfriend, As you can see mason is not here. I won’t have you bursting into my place scarring the women and making things uncomfortable. So I'm goanna ask you once to leave." Mason as if pulled out of a trance straightened. "Look Blaine I know since you moved up in the ranks Cornelia has been over here a lot you stay away from my girl stone." Mason said turning to Blaine. Tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. "Why would I want your girl she obviously has no taste." Warning bells went off in my head that this was goanna get ugly. Jazz spoke up. "Look Mason just let her go she's not here." He turned his gaze on us. Jazz froze under his stare. A hard male body stepped between me and Jazz and Mason. "I'm not asking Mason. I'm telling. Leave now and leave the girls alone." Blaines voice became rougher and darker. Mason glared at him turning on his heel and left.