“Oh you’re..talk to us.” Pfannee said, looking at Galinda before chuckling. “I mean uhh..what do you uhh..need?”

That night was the dance, and you had zero fashion sense. You needed serious fashion help.

Despite him being a total asshole, Pfannee was amazing at making outfits. That was something he was good at.

“…a new suit-dress? Should we help them, girls?” He rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses up with his ring finger. “Ugh, fine, come on.”