Dear Journal, 

Santana needs to shut the fuck up and keep her nose out of my business. I swear to god, if she ever pulls a stunt like that again, I won’t be held responsible for what I’ll do.  

So what if I pulled Blaine into the alley behind the diner and made out with him? I was on my lunch break and well out of sight of anyone. 

I don’t know what I was expecting, exactly, but ever since Blaine moved in, quality time together has been harder to come by than ever before. The girls keep barging in unannounced in the mornings, we’re out during the day, and at night, we’re usually either out with friends, or too tired to do anything other than pass out. 

It’s been over two weeks since we had an unscheduled make out session, never mind anything more than that and I’m getting antsy. I know Blaine’s been having a hard time with it as well, so I really don’t think we can be blamed for taking any opportunity that we’re presented with.  

Yeah, sure, I could have given her a heads up when she and Dani were making out in the kitchen and Gunther came back early, but I was working, damn it! That absolutely does not give her the right to rat out Blaine and I just because she’s crabby. 

Friday really can’t come soon enough. Both the girls will be away for the weekend, where I don’t know. I’m sure they mentioned it, but I looked over at Blaine as soon as I heard the words ‘away all weekend’, and I swear it was like he could read my mind. 

We’ll both still have to go into work Saturday morning, but that door is getting locked as soon as we get home. I have 24 hours alone with my hot fiancé, and I intend to make the most of it.

~ Kurt