Blaine was spread lengthwise across the couch in his and Santana's loft, studying music sheets for his class. He was trying desperately to keep his thoughts off of the previous night's disastrous date. He couldn't wrap his mind around what it was he'd done to make Kurt leave so abruptly and, on top of that, so angrily. He'd assumed they'd made a connection and that the date was going fairly well, but apparently he was wrong. It didn't sit well with him to have bad date on his record, but of course it had happened before. At this point, giving up on love seemed to be the only logical solution.

As Santana entered the living room, Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, silently praying that she didn't ask about his date with Kurt and all that it had entailed. Please don't ask me how I managed to put my foot in my mouth again. "Hey, pretty pony!" Santana greeted him, a bit too cheerfully for that early in the morning. "How was your date? Was it as wanky as I predicted?"

Fuck. Karma's a bitch, ain't it?

If Santana was the master in sarcasm, then Blaine was the master in puppy dog eyes. Blaine sat up and looked up at Santana with his best sad eye look, hoping that would convey his message. "I don't want to talk about it."

Santana's eyebrows drooped in confusion. "What happened with Kurt - "

She was cut off unexpectedly by the opening and closing of the loft door as Rachel entered. Blaine hadn't seen her in months; she was Santana's friend from high school but he had met her before, when she and Santana had gone to Ohio for a weekend. She looked incredibly upset, and as Santana's eyes fell onto her face, she immediately tried to look less conspicuous. Blaine's eyes darted back and forth between them, realizing it was no coincidence.

Rachel gave Santana a quick peck on the cheek, ignoring Blaine in the process. "I just got off the phone with my best friend Kurt," she said, emphasizing the name and gave Blaine a look that could peel paint.

Santana's eyes widened and she started to shake a finger at Rachel. "Oh, no. No, no, no. This is not the time, Rachel."

An open mouthed Blaine looked incredulously between both of them. "What? That's - you didn't... no. You didn't do that. You didn't. No, no. You didn't. Please tell me you didn't," he protested in disbelief.

"Why yes, Blaine. It seems she fixed you up with my best friend unbeknownst to both us and, apparently, it did not... go well."

"Yeah, you could say that," Blaine choked out, his tone strained and angry. His words were directed at Rachel, but he was still shooting daggers at Santana.

Santana's look of utter confusion returned but Blaine could see there was a part of her that was trying her hardest to feign innocence. "Really? Well, what happened?"

"Hmm," Blaine grunted in response, refusing to say anything on the matter.

"I don't know. He didn't want to talk about it. Didn't want to cause trouble," Rachel replied, huffing out a sigh.

Santana threw up her hands in a defensive gesture. "Okay, look. I'm sorry, okay? But could we just table this, please?"

Rachel shook her head and rolled her eyes, beginning to make her way towards the fridge, out of their earshot. "I'm going to go get something to eat and you two can happily... strangle each other."

As Rachel walked away, Blaine continued to give the best bitch face he could muster at Santana, and Santana tried nervously to look away. "You know what?"

"No, calm down."

"No. I told you months ago I did not want to be set up, especially not with Rachel's best friend!"

"Yes, you are right."

"I am going to kill you."

"Blaine..."

"I'm going to kill you. No, I'm not. I'm beyond that, okay? You're dead to me."

"Don't you think you're being just a little over dramatic?" Santana asked, rolling her eyes.

"Uh, let's think... no!"

"Look, I'm sorry. My God. Could you please just let it go?"

"Hell no. You blithely push me into a situation where I unknowingly make a jackass of myself? Nuh uh, you don't get to tell me when to get over it."

"Well, I think you're overreacting a bit."

Rachel appeared once more, turning towards them and frowned. "I think I'm going to go. I raided your kitchen, so my work here is done."

Santana held up her hand to stop Rachel. "Wait a second. Blaine has something he wants to say."

"Me?!"

Santana rolled her eyes again at Blaine. "Well, yeah. Okay, I."

"Yeah!"

"I apologize for what I did," Santana said, in a not so sincere voice. "And tomorrow Blaine is going to call Kurt and apologize."

Rachel shook her head, her eyes landing on Blaine's honey colored eyes. "No, don't. My best friend has made it crystal clear to me that he doesn't ever want to see Blaine again and frankly, Blaine, I'm inclined to agree with him."

"Why?" Santana said slowly, focusing her eyes on Rachel this time. Blaine mentally cheered; once in a great while, Santana came to his rescue like this, defending him when she felt someone was trying to mess with him in any sort of way.

"Go ahead, Rachel. No, say it. Say how you don't think I'm good enough for him."

"Okay... I don't," Rachel said, shrugging nonchalantly, as if her words were obvious to everyone.

"Yeah," Blaine replied, and it was his turn to roll his eyes this time. It wasn't as if he hadn't heard that before. He'd been getting that his whole life.

"Okay, okay. Just a second here! My best friend Blaine is smart and good and kind and generous and thoughtful and - "

"And handsome. Don't forget handsome," Blaine interjected.

"Yes, he is handsome! And you know what? I'm sure Kurt is a very nice boy, but frankly, I think Blaine was... slumming it a bit," Santana finished, nodding her head firmly for added affect.

"Your apology is not working out very well, so I'm going to choose to ignore most of it," Rachel said, backing away to the door. "I'll see you later."

Blaine and Santana were left standing there, and for the second time in two days, Blaine was wondering what the hell had just happened.