Santana plopped down onto the couch as she lazily filed her nails. She called Kurt earlier this morning asking for a favor, and Kurt, who just found out about her and David's break up an hour before she called, thanks to Blaine, rushed right over. Of course, he expected it to be something rash. A sexy-guy movie marathon, some ice cream to scarf down, and maybe a shoulder to cry on. Instead Santana opened the door, looking as gorgeous as she always did, and asked Kurt if he could kindly (though not kindly) give David his things back.

"This is all of it?" Kurt questioned, glancing down at the two paper bags and one cardboard box sitting on the floor against the wall. "You've been broken up for three days and you've already packed up his things?"

Santana shrugged. "Might as well get it over with. I mean, I'm gonna be busy all next week at the club so we can break the new guy in; that is, whenever he shows up. Besides, there really isn't that much. Just junk lying around."

"Santana, this entire bag is full of jewelry!" Kurt lifted the bag to test the weight. "It weights a ton! Its gonna break the bag; jeez, how much did he buy for you!"

"Irrelevant. Just get it out of my sight."

Looking through the other bag, Kurt found several dresses and skirts; more things David had brought for Santana.

"So, Blaine says the entire break up is based off of you not wanting to stop doing anything sexual at the club. Care to elaborate?"

Rolling her eyes, Santana got up from her seat and went to the kitchen, where she picked up her glass of wine, swirling it boringly. "What can I say? I have needs and David didn't wanna play the game anymore. I expected this for a while; I'm honestly surprised we lasted this long."

Kurt stared at his friend, trying to find some speck of sadness or regret. He saw nothing but boredom and annoyance. "You were together for almost a year. How are you not crying your eyes out or breaking anything? You act like you don't even care."

"To be perfectly honest Kurt, I don't. David was great. He was funny, and sweet, and the sex was incredible. But as I said from the beginning: I wasn't looking for a boyfriend or someone to spend the rest of my life with. I wanted to have fun. And so did David, up until a couple days ago. Will I miss him? Sure. But we gotta move on. I mean, what else is there to do? Get married and have tons of little brats to run around the house? Yeah, right." Santana sipped down her wine, and then turned to place the glass into the sink. "It's better this way, Kurt." She added. "Trust me."

Having nothing left to see nor say, Kurt took hold of box and bags and left the apartment.

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On the fourth day of their break up, David was finally seen around the apartment. He Didn't stay long; he was caught up with writing and working at the office (he had been staying there during the nights), and he merely stopped by to pick up his laptop.

"Hey, David." Blaine eased.

"Hey, man." A simple reply.

Blaine looked to Kurt, who urged him to continue talking. "Sooo, how's writing coming along?"

"Huh? Oh! It's great. I think I'm finally on to something."

"Really? Care to give us a little sneak peak?"

"I'd love to, but you know, top secret. I just came to get my computer and bring it back to the office."

"Spending the night again?" Kurt piped in.

"Yeah. I hate nights like these, but it's easier to get it together there, and if I keep going, I can have it in by the end of the week and published by Monday morning." Going in and out of his room in a flash, David tossed his case over his shoulder and headed for the door. "I'll see you guys later."

David was out with a slam of the door before either men could give their goodbyes. Both Kurt and Blaine remained silent for several minutes, thinking everything over.

"So . . . neither of them are really reacting over the break up." Blaine stated. "Santana is basically uncaring towards the whole thing."

"And David's only thought is about writing."

The men looked at each other. "Weirdest. Couple. Ever." They said in unison.

"Such a shame though," Blaine sighed. "They seemed so happy."

"They usually do on the outside. But Santana had his stuff packed within three days of the break up. When Finn and Rachel first broken up, it took almost every Judy Garland and Barbra Streisand film before she could even find a box to put all his things in."

"Some people are different I guess. I mean, David hasn't touched a thing, so we know he hasn't been packing. It's like he doesn't even care if she gets her stuff or not."

"Whatever is going on with these two, it just doesn't seem right. This isn't normal break up behavior. I mean, even if you hate the person your with, you're gonna have some kind of reaction. But with them . . . it's like nothing."

Taking Blaine's hand, Kurt smiled hopefully. "Hey, let's not fret over this, alright? How about some hot chocolate."

"That sounds delightful." Blaine answered cheerfully, following Kurt back into the kitchen.