Santana tried staying away and giving Blaine some space, she really did, but he wasn't answering and that really worried her. She walked into his apartment like usual and was aimed right towards the bedroom when she heard a noise she didn't expect to hear. Blaine was singing... In the kitchen... "Wait, what?"

Blaine stopped dancing around the kitchen in his apron, a big smile on his lips. "Hi, Tana!"

Santana stood frozen, watching a bit shocked and stuttering as she pointed down the hall. "You're... You're not curled in a ball o-or crying or... What did you do with Blaine?"

"What are you talking about?" Blaine asked, coming over with a plate of food for himself and one he'd put together for Santana. "I'm right here." Santana edged cautiously over towards the table and sat down but her eyes never left Blaine. Or at least, what looked like Blaine. "No you're not.." she whispered.

Blaine glanced up to look at her and the eye contact they made was a bit uncomfortable before Blaine chuckled and shook his head. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked curiously, stabbing the food on his plate a bit hard and sighing.

"Oh, I'm fine, and I know very well that you're not." Santana stated seriously, bringing her hands onto the table. "Now, talk to me."

Blaine looked back down and forced a little smile. "You know, I'm fine, whether you believe me or not. If you think that thing with Kyle-"

"Kurt."

"Right, Kurt, whatever. If you think that bothered me, then you're just overreacting, alright? We just hooked up and it's obvious he doesn't want to see me again and frankly I could care less if I ever see him again."

Santana glared at Blaine and let out a little huff. "You know, you frustrate me so much sometimes. My shrink always asks, what stresses you out and every single time, right at the top of the list, is you."

"Well then maybe you should just leave."

Santana sat still and watched Blaine jump up and take both plates towards the sink and toss them in with a big smash. She stood silently and looked down at her the table that had half the plate sprawled over it.

"Next time you need help, don't even think about coming to me, got it? This is the last time I let you bully me just because I'm trying to be a good friend." Santana said. She caught one last glance of the back of Blaine's head before she was out the door and down the steps so far that he couldn't catch her if he tried. But he didn't. He just stood at counter with his fingers tight around the edge and his breath coming out a bit shaky. "Why did he run away?" he whispered brokenly. No one could hear him, and he knew that, but he just needed to know so badly.

***
Kurt Hummel was having the worst day of his life. Almost everything made him jumpy, even the bell on the door. Scratch that, especially the bell on the door. The restaurant was busy, which had always thrown Kurt off, but it was so busy he couldn't even look up and check everyone that came in. With Blaine knowing Santana and Santana knowing very well where he lived and worked and hung out, it was dangerous. He couldn't let Blaine find him, he just couldn't, not after he ran away because of the fact tha-

"Excuse me?"

Kurt let out a little squeak and jumped up higher than he'd like to admit he had. He spun so quick he almost kept going, but he managed to haul himself to a stop to look eye to eye with none other than Santana Lopez herself.

"Jesus, woman, you just terrified me." Kurt breathed out with a sigh. "I'm a bit busy, if you haven't noticed, so unless you're here to buy today's special, which by the way is a nice hot turkey sandwich meal, then I suggest you leave."

Santana rolled her eyes and tugged on Kurt's sleeve until he moved off to the side with her.

"Santana, this is a des-"

"Designer shirt, yeah, whatever, I'll buy you a new one sometime, now shut up."

Kurt had a little almost hurt look on his face but he did as he was told and stopped talking, opting to cross his arms and look pouty instead. "Is this going to take long, the others can only cover for me for so long."

"I don't know, if you cooperate, this won't take long at all." Santana stated with her hands on her hips. "You're going to stand here and tell me what the hell happened the other day when you ditched my bitch in the park."

Kurt pulled a confused look and raised an eyebrow. "Ditched your bitch?"

"Yeah, Blaine's my bitch, Seriously, he'll do anything I say. Except now because you messed him up so bad he's in denial."

Kurt rolled his eyes and chuckled humourlessly, almost a bit madly. "Come on, Santana, we had a one night affair."

"That lasted all the next day?"

"Oh please, it was only.. a few more times."

"So why did you leave?"

"I told you, it wasn't anything serious. We were drunk, that was it, alright?"

"No, it's not alright. I know when you're lying, when he's lying, I could probably even tell when Berry's lying if I could bring myself to look at her."

Kurt rubbed his temples gently as he heard James starting to yell at one of the other waiters and he just sighed a bit. "I've got to go. I'm sorry, I just have to."

"You better not hurt him like this. Please.. I worry about him enough as it is, I don't want to have to add this to the list of things." Santana said under her breath.

Kurt whipped around to look at her as his curiosity spiked. "Why do you worry about him so much?"

Santana sighed a bit and shrugged. "I suppose you'll have to get to know him to find out." she stated, holding out a paper and biting her lips gently. "I'll see you later."

Kurt watched Santana walk away and flipped up the paper. "555-1397..." he whispered with a sigh. "Blaine Anderson, you are going to be the death of me."

***

In a small cafe near the edge of the city, Blaine was sitting on a piano bench and letting his fingers dance across the keys. He wasn't quite sure how he forced himself out of the apartment. Maybe it was the fact he really did need to move on, maybe it was the fact he knew Santana was always right, maybe it was the fact his boss threatened to fire him. Probably the last one, but if a memoir was ever written about him he'd pick one of the first two.

There was a soft murmur of voices around him but all he was focused on was the piano in front of him. He wondered if Kurt liked simple piano songs? Or if he'd think Blaine was any good. Or if he'd be able to sing like Santana said he could.. He got so lost in his thoughts his fingers just started pressing random keys and everyone turned to glare. He had to admit, he was mildly surprised they had even noticed. What snapped him back to reality was the little ringing of his phone in his pocket. He finished the song quickly and got up, hurrying off to the side and answering it.
"Santana, I am so freaking sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to be such a prick to you, I mean it. I was just... God, I was just so angry at myself, I don't know why I took it out on you.. You've been such a good friend to me over the past couple years and you always care so much, I would never mean to hurt you." Blaine rushed out quietly, pausing and nibbling on his lip. "Santana? Please say something.."

"I.. Hi."

Blaine's eyes grew and he got so shocked his hands went numb and his phone went crashing to the floor. He picked it up in a spin and mouthed an apology to everyone around him, holding the phone close. "K-Kurt?"

"Yeah.."

"Wow.. Uh.. Hi.."

"Can we talk?"

"I think we should.."

"Okay.. I'll start..."