7.

Santana spends most of Spring Break at Brittany’s. Her dad keeps asking her if she’s okay and offering to take her out for ice cream, while her mother flits about making her favorite dishes and Blaine plays her favorite songs on the piano.

They’re all maddening, so here she is, sitting on Brittany’s bed, watching the girl with fond eyes as she paints Santana’s nails. Brittany sticks her tongue out and frowns in concentration as she dabs bright red polish onto Santana’s thumb.

Santana is sort of mesmerized by Brittany’s tongue and she flushes at the thought of how it would feel sliding across her own.

Brittany glances up, smiles brightly at her and pecks her on her cheek before returning to her task.

It is getting harder and harder each day for Santana to stop thinking about Brittany like this. Brittany is her best friend, not – not her lover or girlfriend.

She sighs, pets Lord Tubbington when he ambles over towards her.

Maybe if she hooks up with one of those football jerks it’ll be easier to stop thinking about Brittany.

It’s worth a try.

-

Kurt cannot believe he let Brittany drag him to this stupid party. He only really agreed because of those puppy dog eyes Brittany pulled and because he thought he might be able to corner Santana and get her to talk to him.

He rolls his eyes as Puck moves past him, carrying a keg. At least he has Mercedes to keep him company. They’re both sharing a drink so that they don’t get too drunk. Kurt can’t even think of what his father would say if he came home stumbling and muttering nonsense and he knows Mercedes fears the wrath of her mother.

Mercedes wraps her arm around his, swaying into his side to the beat of the music. He smiles thinly down at her and grabs the red cup from her to take a swig. He’s gotten used to the burn down his throat and doesn’t even wince as he drinks (he thinks Santana would be proud).

“Why so quiet, boo?” Mercedes asks, a slight slur to her voice.

Kurt laughs shortly, twirling her quickly and bringing her back into his side. “I don’t know, I’m just – not feeling this party I guess.”

Mercedes pouts, reaching for the cup and drinking before she speaks. “Do you wanna find Quinn and go? We can go if you want.”

He shakes his head, maneuvers them through the throng of bodies and towards the kitchen. “No, it’s okay. Stay here, I’m just going to get some air, ‘kay?”

Mercedes nods, her lips already around the straw in their cup. Kurt makes his way back out of the kitchen, looking back to find Mercedes laughing loudly with Mike and Quinn. When he makes it outside he breathes in deeply. There’s no one out here, much to Kurt’s relief. He just needed to get away from all those people, needed some peace and quiet just for a few moments.

He remembers when he was a scared little boy that first week of school, getting thrown into dumpsters and slushied everyday. He’d felt so lost back then, wondering if that was how he was going to spend the rest of his high school career, getting taunted and ridiculed.

Back then he never would have thought that the same people who ruined his precious Vivienne Westwood jacket would be high fiving him and inviting him to parties, laughing with him instead of at him and filling up his drinks for him.

It’s hard for him to become close to them, the people who made him so sad and isolated.

Kurt bites his lip, leans against the porch railing.

He just wants to be himself, find himself, and isn’t that what high school is for? Not to run and hide behind some uniform just so he can breathe, but to embrace himself and make mistakes, learn from them and move on.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Kurt startles, his hand coming up to rest at his beating heart at the voice speaking to him. He turns in the direction of the boy’s voice and finds bright green eyes staring back at him, lips curved in amusement, blonde hair shaggy and mussed beneath a blue beanie.

The boy laughs at Kurt’s wide eyed expression, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips, catching on a metal ring.

“Sorry, I uh, I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Cash. And you’re Kurt.”

Kurt raises his eyebrow; hip cocked as he studies Cash. He doesn’t seem like the type to frequent these parties. He’s too much misfit and not enough jock.

“Cash? What is that, some nickname given to you by your gang leader or something?”

Cash moves closer as he laughs loud and uninhibited, his hand resting in the pockets of his faded blue jeans.

“Uh, no. My first name is Willard and it’s sort of embarrassing. Last name’s Cashion, so I got it from that. But thanks for that, it really lifts my spirits to know my bad boy persona is really working.”

Kurt blushes, stammers out an apology, but Cash waves it away.

“Hey you uh, you wanna get out of here?”

Kurt takes a deep breath, looks at Cash’s genuine smile, and nods.

-

Despite what everyone thinks, Santana is not drunk.

She’s already hooked up with Puck tonight, and she really needs to get the taste of his lips out of her mouth – and the feeling of his too large hands and hard body out of her head - so she grabs Brittany from the makeshift dance floor and drags her out the door. Brittany goes with her willingly, bouncing in place and dancing along to music that only she can hear.

Brittany laughs gleefully into the night air, pointing at something across the street. Santana glances to where Brittany is staring, because she’s always interested in anything that makes Brittany happy. Across the street she sees Kurt balancing himself on the front handlebars of some punk’s bike.

She frowns, watches with narrowed eyes as the boy pedals quickly and Kurt laughs, says something and then they’re off, disappearing down the street.

“Kurt found a pretty boy, ‘Tana! Isn’t that nice? Now we just need to find Blaine a pretty boy.”

Santana laughs, her frown receding to be replaced by a serene smile.

“Come on Brit Brit, let’s go to your house.”

Brittany nods, hugging Santana around her waist. They set off in the opposite direction of where Kurt went, and Santana takes a deep breath before linking their fingers together, Brittany’s skin pleasantly warm against her own.

-

Brittany puts on Rilo Kiley to ‘set the mood’ as she says. Santana’s not too sure what to say to that, so instead she lets her lips answer for her. And god, Brittany’s lips taste ten times better than Puckerman’s. She carefully rests one of her hands on Brittany’s shoulder, the other tangling in blonde locks.

As ‘but just being around you offers me another form of relief’ pours out of the speakers, Brittany suddenly pushes Santana onto the bed, her long form covering Santana from head to toe. Everything feels so right here, surrounded by Brittany’s soft body and sweet scent, as opposed to how bored and disinterested she had felt with Puck. Sure it had felt okay, sometimes nice even. But here, as Brittany’s hand creeps up Santana’s shirt, she doesn’t just feel okay or nice – there’s definitely no bored or disinterested either – she feels downright loved and euphoric.

Santana sighs, bares her neck for Brittany and lets the music and the sensations carry her away.

-

Cash parks by the bridge, helps Kurt off of his bike with surprisingly gentle hands. Kurt watches as Cash jumps up onto the ledge, his arms spread wide for balance.

Kurt walks next to him on the ground, side eyeing Cash and wondering what he’s gotten himself into.

“My therapist says I need to make friends,” he says, pointing his foot in front of him and smiling over at Kurt.

“You’re… okay, so you saw me standing out there and what? Decided I was going to be your friend?”

Cash shrugs, his grin turning sheepish. “Is that so bad? See I go to this group and I met some guys there too, totally messed up like me. And it’s not like they’re not cool, ‘cause they totally are. But, I don’t know… I guess I just wanted someone normal, someone not – is crazy the right word? Unstable?”

“How do you know I’m not crazy?”

Cash jumps down off the ledge, landing right in front of Kurt. His eyes are dark in the night sky, his hands hanging limp by his sides.

“Do you think you’re crazy?”

Kurt moves his gaze to the side, staring down the deserted road as he answers. “No, not crazy. Lost, maybe. Can you use a lost friend?”

Cash bites his lip, nods and leans down slowly to wrap his arms around Kurt, his breath coming out in whispers when he speaks. “Mm, I could. I like you, Lost Boy.”

-

Santana smiles as she snuggles back into Brittany’s body. She can’t remember feeling so happy and yet so conflicted at the same time. Being with Brittany, sharing her body and soul and being so vulnerable and intimate with her had been amazing, breathtaking. She can’t imagine anything else she’d rather do than be with Brittany for the rest of her days.

But then she thinks about going to school on Monday and kissing Brittany for the entire world to see, thinks about being ridiculed and beaten down by words.

She thinks about Blaine and Kurt and Brittany, sweet, innocent Brittany, who she never wants to see hurt and she knows, knows that what she and Brittany have can’t be ruined.

So Santana resolves to tell Brittany that what they do in private is special and just for them, that no one can ever know. She plans to call Puck up and tell him they’re dating. Its protection, not just for her, but for Brittany, and Kurt too.

But for now, she tightens her hold on Brittany’s hand, breathes in against Brittany’s pillow and savors this moment, keeps it locked away, precious and special, for when she needs it most.

This is her new shield, she thinks, Brittany’s love and her love for Brittany.

-

In hindsight, Kurt should have realized that the way to get information was through Brittany.

He texts her and asks where Santana lives when he and Cash have a discussion about the situation with Santana. Cash says that if Kurt is really Santana’s friend, he’ll find where she’s at and be her friend.

It is early in the morning when Brittany finally texts him back.

‘by the big purple tree next to the park also there is a magical gnome & a sunflower chime & who was that pretty boy on the bike? did u hook up kurt? & can u pck up some tobacco 4 lrd tubb? i ran out’

Kurt is pretty confident in his directional skills despite the lack of an actual address from Brittany, so he sets out on his moped after leaving out a packed lunch for his father and makes his way towards the park, keeping a close eye out for a tree with purple leaves.

It doesn’t take him as long as he feared it would and soon he’s putting the kickstand up on his scooter and fixing his hair after removing his helmet.

There are no cars in the driveway, but Kurt figures Santana’s parents are at work and she’s sleeping off the effects of the party. He steels himself and walks up the long drive, chuckling to himself when he spots the lawn gnome and sunflower wind chimes that Brittany had mentioned in her text.

Kurt raps his knuckles on the white door three times and waits, hoping that Santana doesn’t just peek through the window blinds and ignore him.

He taps his foot and purses his lips as he waits, determined to stay here on this front porch until Santana opens the door and talks to him. Kurt is just about to knock on the door again when he hears a shuffling the other side. He can’t tell if it’s Santana or not, and he’s just about to call out a greeting when a muffled voice drifts through the wood.

“Um, who is it?”

Huh.

Kurt tilts his head. The voice is male, slightly shaky, and a bit raspy. He suddenly wonders if he has the right house after all, but then he remembers how Santana has a brother. Maybe he is at the right place after all.

“I’m a friend of Santana’s. My name’s Kurt. Do I have the right house? Brit sort of gave me odd directions.”

He hears a low laugh from the other side and then the sound of the lock clicking back into its slot. Kurt waits patiently while the door is slowly opened.

The door eases in and slowly reveals a sleepy looking boy. He’s Kurt’s age, with curly hair peeking out from a slouchy beanie. He’s wearing a very soft looking green sweater, which Kurt notices with blush, hangs off his shoulder a bit, letting his bare skin peek through. The boy’s eyes are wide and Kurt notices that his hands are shaking.

“Hi. Um. Santana’s not back yet, but she should be here soon. She just called to let me know she was on her way. If you want you can wait for her.”

“Oh! Yeah, yeah, if that’s not a problem, I’d love to.”

The boy smiles briefly and carefully moves back two paces, letting Kurt slip in past him and into the house. Kurt looks around, taking in the entry hall as the boy – Santana’s brother, Kurt thinks, this is so weird – closes the door quietly.

They stand there in awkward silence for a moment until the boy speaks, slightly embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself. I’m Blaine, Santana’s brother – well, step-brother.”

Blaine extends his hand, cautiously, Kurt notices, and Kurt takes it. Blaine has rather soft hands, but Kurt notices how some of the tips of his fingers are rougher.

He hides his smile when he sees Blaine blush as their hands drop.

“If you want you can wait in the living room, or in Santana’s room. She’d hate it, but to be honest I think it’d be pretty funny.”

Blaine still has a hint of nervousness in his voice, though Kurt can’t understand why. He chuckles at Blaine’s statement though, trying to somehow ease his tension.

“I think I’ll stick to living room, if that’s alright.”

Blaine ducks his head and smiles, leads Kurt down the hall to the right. The living room is rather big, the couches comfy looking and formed around the television, which is currently muted, though Kurt can tell that whatever is on is definitely a novella. There are books scattered on the coffee table and a knitted blanket thrown across one of the seats.

Kurt sits down on the space next the where the blanket is and watches as Blaine slowly sits down as well, tugging the blanket from underneath him to rest on his legs.

Blaine reaches for the remote and offers it to Kurt, holding it above his lap.

“You can pick something to watch if you want. I was just listening every now and then, really. Novellas are sort of my guilty pleasure.” He says with a sheepish smile, his head tilted low so that Kurt can’t see his eyes.

Kurt smiles – tries really hard not to think about the heat in his belly as Blaine’s tongue curls around the l’s of the word - and takes the remote, thanks Blaine quietly.

They sit there silently as Kurt surfs through channels and Blaine picks up one of the books, turning pages until he finds the one he left off on.

Kurt can’t really stand it though, him sitting here so casually with Santana’s brother – who, Kurt thinks with a deep blush, is unfairly attractive, and adorable – as they wait for Santana to come back.

“So…” He starts, elongating the ‘o’, so that it hangs nervously in the air.

Blaine starts, blinking up from his book, which is angled so that Kurt can’t make out any words and frowns in Kurt’s direction.

“So?”

Kurt huffs out a breath, annoyed at himself and tries to start again. “So you’re Santana’s brother.”

Blaine closes his book and sets it next to him, straightens his back and turns in Kurt’s direction.

“Are you like – trying to ask me permission to date her or something, because I don’t think that’s really going to work-“

“What? No! No, no, no. I mean – you know, not that Santana isn’t beautiful, because she is, but no. God no, I mean I’m g- no. I only – um, I – I just asked because she’s never really mentioned you and-“

“What?”

“Um. What?”

Blaine frowns, his hands clenched in his lap.

“You said – you said she’s never mentioned me. To… anyone?”

Oh.

Oh, no.

Kurt should have never opened his big mouth.

“Well, I mean. I’m sure she talks to people about you, I mean Brit’s mentioned you-“

“We know each other; of course she’s mentioned me.”

“Right. Well, um. It’s just, I mean me and Santana we’re not – I mean we aren’t close. I’d like us to be, but um. I keep making this worse don’t I?”

Blaine’s mouth opens and closes, like he’s wanting to say something, but the words just keep getting lost in the air.

“I can’t believe this.” He whispers, his voice sad and defeated.

“I’m sure she has a good reason.”

Blaine scoffs, and Kurt frowns at how bitter it sounds.

“I’m sure she does. She has enough shit to deal with already without talking about her pathetic excuse of a brother, right?”

“No, no, Blaine I don’t-“

They’re interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing, and then Santana’s low tones carrying down the hall. Kurt’s momentarily awed at how Santana sounds. He’s never imagined her to have such a beautiful singing voice.

But then the moment is broken when she turns the corner and sees them.

Santana is smiling, a peaceful look on her face one second and then when she looks up and spots Kurt and Blaine, her face drops and the color drains from her cheeks.

Blaine slowly stands, biting his lip harshly. Kurt gulps at the look on Santana’s face. She looks terrified, and Kurt just doesn’t understand why.

“Kurt, what – what are you doing here?” She asks slowly, her voice barely there, trembling with every word whispered through her lips.

“Brit told me where you live. I – I just wanted to talk.”

Santana nods at him, but Kurt can tell that she probably hasn’t heard a word he’s said. She stares intently at her brother, her eyes dimmed with sadness. Kurt feels like he’s missing something here, but as much as he wants to know what it is, he knows he should just leave.

Blaine finally speaks, in his quiet voice, though this time he isn’t nervous or shaking. “I left you a pastry this morning, did you eat it?”

Santana’s head snaps up, her eyes wide and she stares at Blaine with just a hint of anger in her eyes. “What? Why would you-“

“It was your favorite. If you didn’t eat it then it’s probably still on the table. You should eat it or else dad will steal it.”

“Blaine-“

“I’m tired; I’m just going to go take a nap. It was nice meeting you, Kurt.”

Kurt nods wordlessly and watches as Blaine sluggishly makes his way towards the entryway where Santana is standing. Santana steps in front of him, halting Blaine with hands on his arms and Blaine stumbles, as if he didn’t even see her.

Kurt frowns, feeling so out of place, but he can’t really make himself leave now. The entryway is his only way out and now it just feels like he’s stuck staring as this train wreck unfolds.

“Blaine, wait, please, just-“

Blaine leans against the archway, his jaw clenched and he asks Santana, “Just – just tell me why. Was it because I’m gay? Is that why you didn’t tell anyone about me, or-“

“No! Blaine, god how can you even think that-“

“Or, is it because I got the shit kicked out me? ‘Cause now I can’t see? Or, no, I know – it’s because I’m a fucking mess, isn’t it? Can’t even leave Blaine alone with the sharp objects, huh? Poor, pathetic Blaine can’t even go to the store without freaking out, of course you wouldn’t-“

“Stop, stop! That’s not true-“

“No, I get it, its okay. You don’t have to make excuses, ‘Tana! Fuck, you have your own problems to deal with, I get it, okay? You want just one thing without me ruining-“

“It would make it real!”

Santana screaming at the top of her lungs is what finally makes Blaine stop. Santana is gasping for air, tears streaming down her face and she grips Blaine’s arms so tight Kurt is about ready to intervene.

“If – if I talked about you, it would make everything real. At school it’s easier to pretend that everything is okay. Q and Brit know, but – but it’s like we’re in our own world. All this horrible shit that’s happened this year, it’s like – like if I don’t mention it and if I don’t talk about my amazing, courageous little fuck of a brother, then everything is okay.”

Santana takes in a shuddering breath, loosens her grip on Blaine. “I just – I needed some time, B. This shit it – it was horrible on you, of course it was, but – but it was really hard on me too. And me and you, we’ve always been a team and we’ve always had each other’s backs and lately I just – I feel like we aren’t a team anymore. Blainey, I – I don’t know, okay? I just – I don’t know.”

Kurt steps forward lightly, holding tight to his elbows as he sees Santana crumble. Blaine is there to catch her though, easing them down to the floor. Blaine runs a hand over Santana’s hair, whispering to her as he rocks her back and forth.

Hesitating for a moment, Kurt finally walks towards them and sits down in front of them, reaching for Santana’s hand. She grips it within her own and they sit there, him and Blaine, holding onto her and hushing her.

-

Eventually, Blaine and Kurt manage to get Santana to calm down. Kurt leads her to the couch and she gives him a small, grateful smile. Kurt looks back to where Blaine is still sitting on the floor. He sees Blaine breathe in deep and then lift himself up, walking towards the couch with a hand held in front of him to guide himself.

Kurt takes a breath and sits down next to Santana, watches Blaine out of the corner of his eye. He can feel Santana eyeing him, waiting for him to jump up and help Blaine or try to weasel himself out of the house.

But Kurt remembers the conversation he had with Cash, how he had told him that if he really wanted to be Santana’s friend, then he has to find her and be there for her, no matter what.

Finally, they are all sitting, staring blankly at the television.

Santana clears her throat. “So, Kurt this is Blaine, my brother. Blaine this is Kurt Hummel, my – my friend.”

Blaine smiles, links his fingers with his sisters and squeezes lightly. Santana squeezes back.

“Kurt I’m – I’m sorry for shutting you out – Mercedes too, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Kurt bumps his shoulder against hers, grins at her and shrugs.

“It’s okay. Really. Mercedes and I – we could tell something was wrong, but we didn’t want to pry. We figured if you wanted us to know, then we would. But then you never did tell us and I guess I got a bit restless. And then Brit mentioned Blaine and I didn’t know who he was and – it was just – just a mess.”

She sighs, nods her head and leans into her brother, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Believe it or not, you guys did help. I know I may have never shown it, but just knowing that you guys were there for me was really, really great.”

Kurt smiles at her, letting the silence that lingers after she speaks wash over him. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable or awkward this time around, it just feels… nice.

He leans back into the couch cushions, relaxing his muscles and tries to sort through all of the things he’s heard today. When he looks over at Blaine, he has to stifle a laugh. Santana senses his amusement and lifts her head to look at Blaine, smiling softly when she sees that he has fallen asleep. She reaches for the blanket slowly so that she doesn’t disturb Blaine and then tucks it around him, watching him fondly as he snuggles into it.

“I guess he wasn’t lying about being tired, huh?” Kurt says, his voice low and hushed.

Santana strokes her thumb over the soft skin of Blaine hand, glancing over at Kurt briefly before returning her gaze to Blaine.

“Yeah, he – he gets tired a lot, lately.”

“I’ve never seen him at McKinley, where does-“

“My mom home schools him now, but – he used to go to North Lima.”

“Used to? Why’d he leave? Is it… because he’s… blind?”

The bitter laugh that escapes Santana’s mouth surprises Kurt and he frowns as he waits for her to speak.

“No. No he left because – because these three assholes beat the shit out of him and made him lose his sight.”

Kurt closes his eyes, breathes in deep and prepares himself to ask his next question, even though he’s sure he already knows the answer.

“Why did they-“

“Because he’s gay and they’re homophobic dicks, Kurt.”

Kurt lets out a long breath of air, his body sinking down heavily into the cushions and he clenches his jaw, blinking rapidly to try and combat his tears.

Santana grabs his hand and squeezes, doesn’t make a remark when Kurt’s tears fall.

-

Blaine’s fingers gently hold onto Santana’s elbow, letting her guide him into the building. He can tell that she’s nervous, so he rubs his thumb soothingly, trying to comfort her. They take their seats and she immediately grabs his hand tightly.

“’Tana, its going to be okay. She’s really great, I promise. And I’ll be here waiting for you.”

Santana nods, her grip on Blaine’s hand unrelenting.

“And she’s not allowed to tell anyone what I say, right?”

“Not unless you’re a danger to yourself or someone else - her words, not mine. But you’ll be fine, San, and I can promise you that whatever you say, she won’t judge you.”

Santana breathes in and out shakily, leans toward Blaine after a moment.

“Can I tell you something first? Something that – that I’m scared and happy about?”

Blaine frowns, but nods at her. “’Course you can, ‘Tana.”

Her voice drops to a whisper, shaky and excited. “I – I’m in love with Brit and I think… I think she loves me too, B.”

Blaine’s frown drops and a toothy grin takes its place. He laughs happily and tugs Santana forward into his arms, hugging her tightly.

“That’s so great, ‘Tana, I’m so happy for you.”

She laughs into his neck, her smile wide. It is simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating to admit it out loud, and she can’t think of a better person to tell it to than Blaine.

They sit there holding onto each other for a moment, and then Santana pulls back, rests her hands on Blaine’s shoulders and tells him, “But you – you cant tell anyone else, B, not yet. I’m just – I’m not ready. Please?”

Blaine sighs and smiles sadly. “I won’t say anything, I promise. But if – if you ever need to talk about it, come to me, okay? I know it’s scary, but I don’t want you to go through this by yourself.”

Santana leans on him, her hold on his hand loosens and she sighs contently when he brushes back her hair.

“Thanks, Blainey. Love you, dork.”

He laughs, his chin coming to rest atop her head.

Dr. Fletcher walks around the corner, smiling when she spots the two siblings.

“Santana Lopez?”

Santana lifts her head, casting a nervous glance towards the woman. Blaine squeezes her and gently removes his hand from her grip, pushing her forward.

“I’ll be right here, ‘Tana.”

She nods, determined, and gets up, walking toward the doctor with only slightly shaking hands.

-

Weeks later, Blaine walks between Quinn and a boy named Mike – who he’d met just two weeks prior and quickly developed a close friendship with.

They are making their way to Brittany’s house for a movie marathon and Blaine is both excited and nervous.

Other people will be there - he knows for a fact that Kurt will be there and a girl named Mercedes as well – that he’s never met and he’s terrified, but it isn’t the kind of fear he’s been used to these past few months.

He’s getting better, day by day, and he’s even been talking to his parents about returning to school – though he won’t go back to North Lima, and his parents wholeheartedly agree that they’ll never send him back there either.

It’s getting closer to summer every day, which means Santana’s birthday is coming up. She doesn’t know it yet, but Blaine has already procured tickets to a Fiona Apple concert for her.

He smiles, shakes his head when Quinn makes an inquisitive sound at him.

He’s happy, and that hasn’t really been a feeling he’s had for a while.

When they enter Brittany’s home, Blaine breathes in deep as he introduces himself to Mercedes, Finn, Puck, and Matt.

Brittany hugs him tight when she sees him and twirls him around. He laughs as she spins him and smiles gratefully when she sets him back in the direction he was before. Santana grins happily when she spots him and leads him over to the couch. He sits down next to Kurt and smiles in his direction, listening with amusement as Quinn and Mike argue their case to watch Starship Troopers against Puck and Finn, who want to watch the newest zombie flick.

“It’s good to see you again,” Kurt says.

Blaine ducks his head, blushing, and replies, “You too, Kurt.”

Santana glances over and nudges Quinn, grinning at her as they both spot Blaine and Kurt talking and laughing, Blaine blushing furiously as he listens to Kurt speak.

She and Quinn share a mischievous smile and Santana just knows that they are definitely going to words about this later.