Thinking about the cost of his lies distracted Blaine, and he didn't notice how Santana crossed her arms over her chest and looked straight at him and Kurt. The young teacher noticed though. He had never seen that look on Santana either, but he knew that crossed arms couldn't be a good sign. And while he was desperately trying to not look scared and stay strong for Blaine, he couldn't deny that he feared "cosas malas".
Santana spoke several minutes later, still trying to put her thoughts in order but finally breaking the awkward and uncomfortable silence that filled the room after Blaine's confession.

"Can we talk in private, Blaine?" Santana asked. She usually called him hobbit or Blainey; when she didn't do that, Blaine got a little worried.

"Sure. Can you give us a moment?" Blaine asked, turning to face his boyfriend before give him a reassuring squeeze on his hand and whispering "It's okay, you can go. I need talk with Santana alone."

Kurt quietly whispered, "Are you sure?" and after receiving an affirmative answer, went to his room. He didn't want to, but he understood that Blaine and Santana needed to talk, so he managed to ignore his urges to stay at Blaine's side and defend him from all the pain and suffering that Blaine could face.

...

"So since when?" Santana asked Blaine with an inquiring look, pointing to Kurt's room after the young teacher closed his door.

"Since when am I with Kurt?" Blaine asked nervously, looking to his best friend for an answer.

With a quiet yes, she sat on the couch and placed her cup of warm milk on the coffee table between them.

"Well… technically we had our first date yesterday." Blaine answered apprehensively, rubbing his nape.

Santana's eyebrows twisted, and shot up in surprise.

"Oh my god! So you were Kurt's 1 am hook up?" Santana gasped, feeling kind of proud of Kurt. She thought he had spent the night before with one of the decadent forty year old closeted guys that frequented Lima's gay bar, not with a gorgeous man like Blaine.

"Wait we d-didn't do that, I wasn't his hook up…we just talked!" Blaine said, blushing furiously, his face turning deep crimson just with the thought of doing something more than kiss Kurt.

"Yeah, right! You two just talked the whole night. Is that why Kurt was shining like a freaking Tinkerbell this morning? Without saying a word, he was screaming 'I got some last night'" Santana said with a mocking tone, remembering her talk with Kurt and how he looked like he just had the most amazing night of his life when she talked with him.

"I swear we just kissed! Our hands didn't travel south of the equator!" Blaine gasped, feeling his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

The thought of being intimate with Kurt had certainly already crossed the veteran's mind, especially after Blaine noticed how much skin Kurt's outfits showed and how tight Kurt's jeans were. But talking out loud about it still made Blaine feel like a teen girl blushing furiously with embarrassment at his own thoughts.

"South of the equator? What are you, a high school girl? You can't even say it!" Santana mocked laughing. She couldn't help it; the look on Blaine face was too hilarious for the Latina girl to handle. The way he was blushing and stuttering was too much; she had to mock him.

"I am not like a high school girl! I am a veteran of war and you should show some respect to me!" Blaine said trying to stop Santana's laughing and hiding his embarrassment, but of course he didn't; Santana knew him too well and she could see his awkwardness even behind his grown man/veteran of war act. Blaine could try pulling that act however many times he wanted to, he could be gay, bi, purple, or green and Santana still would see the small town boy that he was.
No matter who he was, the Latina girl would always see him as the short boy that defended her on their first day of school when some bully mocked her for talking Spanish with her mom. Since that day, he became not only her friend, but her best friend.

"Yeah a veteran that cannot say the word sex, hand job or blowjob. I bet you can't even say blowjob, can you Blainey?" Santana said, playfully raising an eyebrow and mocking her best friend like she did in the old times, way before he became shattered by the war, before James turned his life into a hell and forced him to run away, in the days where no lies existed between them and Blaine always smiled like he really meant it.
Seeing his best friend mocking her in that way, Blaine knew everything was fine, the unreadable expression was gone, his best friend's playfull smile was back. He knew he wouldn't lose her now.

"Blow job! Blow job! See? I can say it!" Blaine said poking his best friend while he sat beside her on the couch. He laid his head on the old couch and turned his face to Santana, watching her features glow as she laughed and showed her white polished teeth. He couldn't help the tears that were forming in his eyes uponseeing that smile.

The veteran couldn't even put into words how much he had missed her. Though they had reunited days ago after years without see each other, in this moment, on that couch laughing and being embarrassed about sex, they really found each other again.

The other times they shared had left a bittersweet taste behind, and it was so great to be together again; they could hug and talk like old times, but at the same time, things weren't like old times; there was something between them, something that they couldn't put a finger on, but that had kept them apart.

The unspoken guilt in their hearts prevented their relationship from being like it used to be. Both Santana and Blaine regretted things in their past, but they never had talked about it; the memories of their friendship had been connected to a trap of "what ifs", "I should have" and a lot of "could have been".

"What if I had told to Santana? What if I hadn't gone to the war and left her behind, and could hug her without feeling guilty now?" Blaine had thought.

Santana had tortured herself, lost in thoughts of "I could had prevented him from being injured and traumatized if I had tried stop him from enlisting?" or "I should have asked him why he was so desperate to leave his town; why I just didn't call the police when I saw the first bruises on him and Sarah?"

But finally they were no longer trapped in those lies and regrets anymore, because in that moment they once more were just two best friends sat in a couch mocking each other and having fun. After all those years fearing the lost her best friend in the battle field Santana could finally understand the reasons why Blaine had gone to the war as the hazel eyed veteran finally could be truthful with his best friend about himself.

"I missed you" Blaine whispered lacing his fingers with Santana. He looked at her smile and felt his eyes water. Her dark brown eyes were full of warmth, just the eyes of the little Latina girl that Blaine had saved from the bullies in kindergarten, the eyes he played with and shared secrets with.

"I missed you too hobbit," she said with her voice cracking as she wrapped her long arms around Blaine's shoulders and pull him into a hug, whispering "You have no idea how much."

"But, one quick thing!" Santana said, breaking their hug and giving Blaine a serious look.

"Don't you dare hurt Kurt; do you understand me Hobbit? Don't hurt that boy." Santana said raising a finger and doing her badass Lima Height's pose.

"I wouldn't. I know that I told you that I just went on a date with him last night, but he already helped me so much and I really like him a lot. I would even use the L world if I didn't know that it's insane say something like that after one date." Blaine said. He couldn't still understand how Kurt didn't give up of him after this afternoon or after hearing his dad's words, but knew that their relationship was his chance for happiness and he would try his hardest not to mess up everything.

"Wow the L word? We are talking about licking, or lemonade right? You can't be talking about you know…" Santana said, making a little mimic to illustrate what she meant.

"Love? Yes Santana, I am talking about love, but at same time I am not, okay? It is too soon and I don't want scare Kurt or rush him or anything. I am kind of new to dating guys and it's better I don't screw up everything by rushing things" Blaine said seriously before a teasing smile crossed his face and he spoke again.

"Are you kidding me? Licking? That was the first word that you thought with L?" the veteran said, mocking his best friend and making her laugh again.

"There were a lot of guys out there that would enjoy my line of thought very much!" Santana grinned before give Blaine a fake superior look.

"Now go back to the elf upstairs; he probably is thinking that I making "cosas malas" with you," the Latina girl said, giving emphasis to "cosas malas" with her infamous killer look.

"You would do such thing with me?" Blaine cried, winking before getting up off the couch.

"Yeah keep thinking in that way, it makes it easier for me to attack you while you are sleeping," the Latina girl said smirking.
Blaine laughed in response and started to climb the stairs going to Kurt's room. Blaine was so happy; he had so much to tell to Kurt, so much to celebrate about that his excitement almost made him miss his best friend talking to him once more.

"Hey Blaine, you know what?" Santana said before the curly head went to Kurt's room.

"What?" Blaine answered, looking to the thoughtful look on his best friend face.

"Now that I think about it, it makes total sense that you're gay, you know. Being friends with a hot girl like me all those years without try anything never made any sense, just being gay, like very, very gay."