Santana watched Kurt as he was around the apartment the next few days. She didn't know exactly what happened between Kurt, Adam and Blaine since Rachel dragged her out that night, making up some excuse about buying groceries. But she could tell that it wasn't good since Doctor Who hasn't been in their apartment since the night and Kurt was looking confused and torn with himself. Santana could've sworn she heard him muttering to himself as he walked around. And since Hobbit wasn't at the apartment when they got back, Santana knew that he left too. So what the hell happened? Santana knew that she wouldn't get answers from Kurt so she picked up her phone and called Blaine.

"Santana, why are you calling me? And don't tell me that Kurt needs me. You tricked me."

Santana smiled devilishly and said, "No, I didn't trick you, Hobbit. Kurt needed you all right. He needed you to save him from his hell date with Ringo Starr. You should've seen him, moping about the apartment before his date. It was obvious that he wanted you here." There was silence on the other line. Santana smirked. She got Blainers with that one.

"What do you want?" Blaine said, harshly once he got his voice back.

"Oh, I just wanted to know what happened between you and Porcelain. Did you guys have wild make-up sex?" Blaine shook his head. Santana was really something.

"No." Blaine sighed and decided to give Santana what she wanted. He was tired of keeping it locked up anyway. "I got there but Kurt yelled out that he loved me to his boyfriend. His boyfriend ran out of the apartment and when Kurt went chasing after him, he ran into me. He talked to me afterwards and I took the next flight out of New York." Santana was quiet for a moment

"Wow. That's intense. No wonder Porcelain has been driving himself crazy all week." Blaine perked up at the sound of Kurt's nickname.

"And ummm, how is he?"

"Driving himself insane, muttering and pacing around the house. Staring at his phone almost every five seconds." Blaine could scarcely breathe.

"And does he say anything?"

"Nope. Quiet as someone's who gagged and bound to a headboard."

Blaine groaned, knowing Santana couldn't keep the conversation up for long. "Ok. You got the information you wanted? Just don't tell Kurt I told you. I don't think he wanted that broadcasted to everyone."

Santana smiled and said, "Don't worry. I'll be subtle."

Blaine sighed and said, "Santana, don't-" But he was interrupted by the click on the other line, signaling that the call was over. Blaine put his phone down and ran his hands through his hair. Why does he feel like he'll pay for that later?