“Unbelievable.” Santana said, waving her arms a little dramatically. “Like getting a decent coffee in New York should be this hard.”

“What’s wrong with the one you’ve got?” Blaine said, laughing a little.

“It’s really watery. No, this is too disgusting. Swap with me.”

“What? Why would I swap with you when you just told me how disgusting yours is?”

“Blaine, be a gentleman and swap with me.” Santana ordered.

“No. Shan’t. Besides yours is some crappy decaf, skim milk nonsense. I’ll buy you another one from somewhere else.”

Santana smiled. “About time you got some manners.”

They turned into the next coffee shop they passed that had a line long enough to mean the coffee was decent, but not so long that Santana might throw a tantrum about how long it was taking.

“Blaine!” Rachel called, standing up from her table and waving.

“Who the hell is that? Oh God, she’s a hobbit.” Santana said, scrunching her nose.

“Hey Rachel” Blaine called to her before turning to Santana. “Try to be sort of nice. Just for the 5 minutes that she’ll be here. I know it’s hard for you.”

Santana huffed.

“Hi there, I’m Rachel.” Rachel held her hand to Santana who looked at incredulously before smiling a little patronizingly and shaking her hand.

“Blaine,” Rachel continued, “I had a little chat with Kurt and I’m not really impressed. I mean I know that Kurt is a great guy and everything, really wonderful and he deserves a wonderful boyfriend. I’m sure you are, a wonderful boyfriend that is, but you already have a boyfriend. I don’t appreciate you stringing Kurt along just because you can. Besides kissing Kurt, intoxicated or otherwise, is cheating on your boyfriend. Which really says a lot about your character. And I just-“

“Ok, I was going to wait for her to finish, but I began to doubt that I would outlive her speech so I’m going to have to interrupt.” Santana turned to face Blaine. “You fucking what? Blaine!”

“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. He gets it. I stopped, it was really short anyway.” Blaine tried to reason.

“SPUR OF THE MOMENT? Blaine Anderson, what the fuck is wrong with you? What if Sebastian finds out about this? What if he tells Tate?” Santana’s eyes started to well with tears.

“Calm down, San. No-one’s going to tell Tate. It’s fine. No-one’s going to find out.”

“You’re such an idiot!” Santana said, crying. She beat her clenched fists against his chest. She shoved him backwards into a bystander before pulling his close and hugging him.

Rachel stood bewildered watching the two bicker. She had the intention of making Blaine feel guilty and hopefully realize that Kurt was a better choice. Santana was behaving as if this meant that Blaine might be abducted or killed. And who was Tate?

“Sorry, but, who’s Tate? I feel like we’ve gone off topic. Can we get back to Kurt?” Rachel piped up.

Santana stopped sobbing and turned to Rachel, her eyes narrowed. “Fuck you, hobbit. Why are you still here? Acting like your pathetic friend is even important anymore. Boo hoo. He’ll dry his eyes, hopefully grow a pair and move on.”

“Santana. Stop.” Blaine warned. “Sorry, Rachel. Tell Kurt I’m sorry as well, that I would if I could. We should go.”

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“Bye, Rachel.” Blaine said softly as he walked out of the café with Santana who kept repeating “you idiot” under her breath.

As far as Rachel Berry was concerned that was definitely in her top 5 strangest interactions.

“Britt?” Santana said as they lay on the sofa in front of the TV.

“Mm?”

“You’re not going to give me back right?”

“No. Why would I do that?”

“I just wanted to make sure. If you start getting bored of me, just tell me and I’ll get better.”

“I don’t think you can get any better. Besides, yesterday Lord Tubbington told me that you scratch that spot behind his ears best. So I don’t think I’m allowed to.”

“Okay.” Santana said, breathing a sigh of relief.

How long was an acceptable amount of time to continue to swoon over one kiss that was potentially a mistake? Especially when the person you kissed said they would call and didn’t? Kurt Hummel didn’t really have an answer to that question, but he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face whenever he thought about it. Blaine had only sent him one text the next day that read:

To: Kurt

From: Blaine

I’m sorry again for last night. Hope you’re well. x

Which could have been a little more affectionate, but Kurt figured that Blaine was merely sorting through things. The fact that Blaine had a boyfriend was not lost on Kurt, but he couldn’t stop himself from hoping that Blaine would dump Sebastian and run away with Kurt instead. Kurt had kissed other people before, other boys before, but it had never felt like that. Like butterflies in your stomach for hours afterwards and tingles on your lips that almost hurt and every thought flying out of your mind because of how amazing it is that your lips can meet someone else’s and feel like that. Blaine’s lips were warm and soft; he tasted of beer, and a little of chicken, but mostly of a sweet flavor that was distinctly Blaine. 

He sent Blaine a text that he’d spent the last few hours perfecting. 

To: Blaine

From: Kurt

I’m great, and really it was fine. I was actually wondering: did you want to get lunch with me sometime? x

He twiddled his thumbs and anxiously awaited the “Yeah, sure. I’d love to. When?” that Blaine was meant to respond with. He was interrupted as he weighed the options for which place to have lunch when his phone vibrated violently to indicate he had a new message. And again. Two messages! 

To: Kurt

From: Rachel

Just ran into Blaine, I think something’s up. Be home around 5. Be there.

To: Kurt

From: Blaine

Glad to hear it. Thanks for the offer, but I’m not sure it’s such a great idea. Just a lot of stuff to deal with. Talk soon.

Well, neither of those sounded particularly comforting. For the first time in the past 2 days, Kurt allowed the smile to slip from his face.