Kurt was nervous as he stood outside his apartment door with the keys resting in the lock. He had known Santana for years and he was sure he knew exactly how she was going to react when he told her his news. She was not going to take it well. He contemplated turning around and leaving the building, then calling her from the park or somewhere so he didn’t have to do it face to face. Unfortunately, the choice was taken out of his hands when the door swung open.

Santana stood there smirking. “Are you going to stand there all day or do you need an invitation? You do realize you live here right?”

“Of course I know I live here.” He grabbed his keys out of the lock and set them on the table by the door as he walked past her, before heading into the kitchen to start dinner. It couldn’t hurt to try and get on her good side.

“I thought it was my night to cook.” She said, sounding confused.

“I know. I just thought I’d be nice.” Kurt shrugged.

“Okay, something’s definitely up with you. You don’t just volunteer to cook on your night off. Did something happen today?”

“Of course not!” Kurt exclaimed. “Why do you ask?”

“Your voice just got higher for one, so I know you’re nervous. Second, you turned on the wrong burner on the stove, which means you’re distracted. So tell me what’s going on now before you accidentally burn down out apartment.”

“Okay. So you remember that guy I was with the other night?” Kurt began hesitantly.

“The bad fuck who wanted to marry you?”

“He wasn’t a bad- You know what? That’s not the point. The point is that I saw him again today. We had coffee.”

“Oh god, you went on a date with this creep? Please tell me he was just as creepy as he was the other day and that you left him in that coffee shop.”

“Actually, we had coffee and we walked around the park for a while afterwards. He was nice.”

“What is wrong with you? You know this guy is just some loser who’s so lonely that he’ll agree to marry any guy that crosses his path just so he won’t die alone.”

Kurt spoke after a moment of silence for his dignity, “I’m going to do it.”

“Do what?”

“Marry him.”

There was a long stretch of silence before,“I… How…” It was official. Kurt Hummel had officially rendered Santana Lopez speechless.

“He needs a green card to stay in the country, so I’m going to marry him and after a few years and a U.S. citizenship we’ll get divorced. We talked about everything this marriage entails today and I think it could work.”

“But… I don’t…”

“And I’d like your permission before officially inviting him to live with us because I like to believe I’m not a terrible roommate. Here, have some wine.” He quickly grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and poured some of their not-so-cheap wine. She needed it. ‘I wonder what we would do in times of crisis without her fake ID.’

She took a few sips of her wine (she may have been in a state of shock but she knew not to waste the good stuff) before speaking. “So you’re asking my permission to move in your fiancé who you’ve known for less than 72 hours?”

“Yes… Yes I am.”

She took another sip. “I guess I would have to say okay. I mean I wouldn’t even have a place to stay in New York if it weren’t for you. And I mean, I’ve done stupid shit too and you’ve supported me through that. So I guess it’s only fair that I support you in what might be the stupidest thing known to man. And I hope you don’t live to regret it.”

“I’ll ignore the insult and take your blessing. Thank you, Santana.”

“Whatever. This just means my rent got cheaper. He’s paying rent, right?”

“Yeah, of course. After he gets a work visa. I’m going to go call him, alright? He’s living in a hotel and I don’t want him to have to pay for more nights if he’s going to have to start paying rent. Also, do you think you can finish up dinner?” Kurt said as he turned to leave for some privacy. “It is your night after all.” He practically ran to his room to avoid any protestations on her part.

“I’m regretting this already!” She yelled after him.

Kurt made quick work of dialing Blaine’s number as soon as he had the door securely shut behind him.

“Hey Blaine. Yeah, it’s me. So do you think you’ll be okay to check out tomorrow morning?

…

Yeah, she said it was okay. You are going to help pay rent right?

…

Just checking.

…

Okay. I’ll text you the address when I hang up. See you tomorrow.”

The morning found Santana awakening to a loud knock on the apartment door. The apartment wasn’t so big, but it echoed. She buried her head in her pillows and hoped Kurt was already on it.

Another echoing knock. No such luck.

As she walked to the door she stopped at Kurt’s room with the intent of barging in and shaking him awake, but his door was open and his bed was made.

‘Maybe he went out and left his keys.’ When she opened the door, however, it was not Kurt. It was a rather short, curly-haired boy.

“Who are you and what do you want, hobbit?”

“I am Blaine. Kurt told me to come. You are Santana?”

“Oh my god. Are you his fiancé?”

“Yes, I am.” He seemed rather proud of that fact.

“Of course you are. Come in I guess. Though I have no idea where Kurt is. Maybe he had second thoughts and went back to Ohio.”

“Okay. Where do you want my stuff?” Blaine asked as he picked up one of his boxes and walked into the apartment.

“I don’t want your stuff anywhere. Put it all in Kurt’s room. It’s right there.” She pointed to the door closest to her. She stumbled into the kitchen where, thankfully, there was a pot of coffee. She added her creamer as she watched Blaine haul his stuff from the hallway into his new apartment. She took this time to observe her new roommate. He wasn’t that bad looking, and Kurt could do worse. She just really hoped this wouldn’t blow up in all their faces.

“Hey! Why is this door open? Oh. Hi Blaine.” Kurt seemed shocked to see Blaine in his apartment.

“Your fiancé, I swear I will never get used to saying that, came and woke me up at the crack of dawn with his obnoxious knocking.”

“Santana, it’s 10 o’clock. Anyway, do you need some help, Blaine?”

“No thank you, Kurt. I am almost done with boxes.”

“Well I got breakfast for everyone. I thought it would be nice to have something fancy for our first day living together, all three of us.”

“Oh happy day.” Santana drawled.

“Don’t ruin this Satan.”

Breakfast was eaten in silence; everything felt a little awkward between the three. Kurt made a gesture towards Santana that she interpreted as ‘talk to him please’. She rolled her eyes at his attempt to get them talking.

“So Blaine, where are you from?” Blaine looked genuinely surprised that she was acknowledging him. But he answered nonetheless, “Moscow. I lived there all my life until I come here for school.”

“So you go to school in New York?”

“No. I dropped out because I did not like it very much. That is why I need help getting green card. If I went to school then I would have visa for four years. But not anymore. Luckily I have Kurt to help me, right?” Kurt had to admit he liked it when Blaine smiled at him like that.

“So when’s the joyous day when you both commit a federal crime?”

“We were thinking in a few weeks when it cools down a little. We talked about it and decided we didn’t want some quick city hall thing, plus we have to make it look real. So we should probably invite people other than you.”

“Just for the record I think this entire thing is ridiculous.”

“I think I lot of what you do is ridiculous but I keep my mouth shut.” Blaine was a little overwhelmed sitting at the table watching the two friends go at it. He felt very out of place, but he could only hope that it would get easier. “Excuse me, where is bathroom please?”

“It’s down the hall, first door on your right.”

As Blaine was walking back down the hallway towards the living/dining room, he stopped to admire the pictures of Kurt and Santana’s friends and family on the wall. He stopped at what he assumed was a picture of a younger Kurt and his parents. The three of them looked so happy, especially Kurt. He hoped that one day Kurt would smile at him like that. They might have been entering a fake marriage, but Blaine wanted to make Kurt happy for real.