Blaine and Kurt never made it to lunch with Santana.

After they limped back to Blaine's bedroom they both collapsed onto the bed and passed out. When Blaine woke up hours later he couldn't remember if Santana had come barging in and tried to order them up, but his stomach rumbled loudly as Kurt's warm body shifted beneath him. It wasn't as weird as it had been that morning, but it was definitely a first for him. He'd never had a one night fling amount to something like this – had never wanted to keep the other man around after the fucking was over.

But Kurt felt nice pressed against him. Solid and warm and almost comforting in a way he couldn't quite place. As Kurt continued to sleep, Blaine rolled off of his chest, and gingerly moved to his back. The ache that flared across his ass cheeks had dulled some, but it still hurt terribly. He glanced at the clock on the night- stand. 4:29 P.M. They'd slept for a good six hours then, but no wonder he was starving.

Blaine looked back over to Kurt, brushing his fingers over Kurt's cheek.

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered, prodding the other man in the shoulder. "Kurt, I'm hungry. Get up."

Kurt grunted loudly as Blaine continued to nudge and poke him. "Hmm? Go 'way, Rachel."

Blaine raised an eyebrow and rolled back onto his side, purposefully digging his elbow into Kurt's stomach. Kurt's body jerked and he winced. "Who's Rachel?"

"My own personal Santana," Kurt quipped, yawning loudly and opening his eyes. "What time is it?" he muttered, shifting over the tackled sheets and closing his eyes again.

"Dinner just started on-campus," Blaine informed him, laying back down and looking over at Kurt again. For some reason he couldn't bring himself to stop staring. It was like having a weird itch in his eyeballs that only stopped when he allowed himself to look at Kurt. At the soft curve of his cheeks, and the sharp definition of his jaw, at the sparkling eyes that had been the first thing to capture his attention all those months ago. His stomach gave a funny jolt at the thought, and Blaine forced himself to look away.

"Food sounds good," Kurt murmured, rolling towards him and pressing his face against Blaine's neck. Instinctively Blaine curled his right arm around his back and tangled his fingers into Kurt's messy hair. This entire moment felt too natural for him, too simple and easy compared to any other man he'd dated or fucked around with.

Blaine made a soft noise of agreement and added, "I think we deserve it after attempting to break the world record for orgasms."

Kurt snorted lightly, and Blaine felt him smile against his neck. His stomach twisted oddly again. "Attempt? I'm pretty sure we succeeded. We're both lucky to still be alive after that, I think."

"There's, um, there's a bus in twenty minutes that'll drop us by the Commons," Blaine said quietly. He suddenly felt nervous about this whole situation. They'd spent the night, and most of today, having unbelievable sex, but what were they supposed to do now? Were they going to sit through an awkward dinner together and then go their own ways or say their uncomfortable goodbyes on the bus and go to different dinner halls?

Last night Blaine had wanted a simple fuck, just something to relieve the tension he'd had building for months, but he'd seen more of Kurt than he'd thought existed over the past twenty-four hours. He almost couldn't bring himself to think that maybe there was hope that something more could come from this, but he knew he didn't like the idea of saying goodbye permanently.

Before Kurt managed to sit up all the way, the door to Blaine's room was flung open and Santana strolled in, stopping at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips. Blaine raised his head enough to see the offended look on her face as she eyed their naked bodies.

"You two are coming to dinner," Santana said severely, soundly slightly out of breath. Blaine let his head drop back down onto his pillow. "I don't care how much you two want to eat each other– "

"We're not cannibals," Kurt snapped.

"Whatever, lady lips," Santana continued. "I'm not having baby Blainers collapsing on my watch. Cooper will– "

"Oh, shut up," Blaine groaned. "Cooper would refuse me food until he was allowed to video tape us."

"Santana, where are y–"

Anna appeared in the doorway, sounding winded, her hair tangled and frizzy as though she'd run all the way from the bus stop. She immediately shielded her eyes from the bed and smacked Santana on the shoulder. "I told you to leave them alone!"

"I'm making sure they don't starve– "

"You're being a pervert!"

"It's not my fault they fucked in the kitchen and made me want more," Santana nearly purred, shooting the two men a devilish smile.

Anna's hand fell away from her face, and even though she was blushing Blaine knew that most of the red flooding her cheeks was now from fury. At least he knew how his weekend was going to go. He was going to have a date in the kitchen with a lot of disinfectant and bleach.

"You what?" Anna shrieked. "Your dick was where I make my lunch!"

"It was not!" Blaine denied vehemently, sitting up to glare at his flatmate. With a quick glance at Kurt he decided not to add that just because his hadn't been against the counter that didn't mean that Kurt's hadn't. Unfortunately, Santana had no problem saying exactly what he was thinking.

"That's because yours was in Kurt's ass," Santana said happily as Anna groaned in despair. "Kurt's dick was the one trying to fuck the counter top."

"Oh. My. God," Anna choked out. "I hate both of you."

She grabbed a handful of Santana's hair and yanked hard. Santana cried out in pain and started shouting about Lima Heights as she was dragged from the room. "Get dressed," Anna told them. "We're leaving in ten for dinner."

With those parting words the door was slammed shut and Blaine listened to his flatmates bicker loudly for a few moments before he swung his legs over the side of the bed. After a few moments of silence, Blaine stood up and glanced around to see where their clothes had ended up. He tried to ignore the way his ass throbbed from the movement.

A low whistle came from behind him. "Damn, you should see the bruises on your ass," Kurt told him, sounding pleased.

Blaine tried to twist his upper body enough to catch sight of his backside, but the smallest movement in that direction made him wince. Kurt shifted around on the bed behind him and suddenly a pair of arms were wrapped loosely around his waist, pushing at his hips until he turned around to face the other man.

Kurt's smile grew mischievous as he blew some air over Blaine's cock. "Think we have time for a quick blowjob?"

"If you're trying to kill me," Blaine replied lightly as Kurt bent his head forward and let his tongue run over Blaine's soft cock.

"You're quite the grower, aren't you?" Kurt acknowledged, tightening his arms and tugging Blaine in closer.

"Blaine Xavier Anderson, keep your dick out of his mouth!"

"But it's so warm and inviting," Santana's voice rang out after Anna's shout. "Just let Kurt blow him– "

"I'm not having my best friend of seven years die from too many orgasms, Santana!"

"No wonder Blaine never gets any good dick," Santana said snarkily, this time closer to the doorway. "You're his own personal seven years of bad luck."

Anna's tangled mane of brown curls appeared in the doorway again. "Put your dick away and get dressed."

With an irritated sigh, Blaine pulled himself free of Kurt's arms and shuffled over to his dresser, trying not to limp as he covered the short distance. The walk from the bus stop to the dining hall was going to be hell if it hurt that much to walk three feet.

They both dressed quickly, Blaine giving Kurt a clean pair of boxer-briefs to wear since he'd torn Kurt's in half last night. The walk to the bus stop was terrible. Both men were limping so badly they ended up holding onto each other for support, exchanging a few shy smiles. Everything seemed very different and much more embarrassing now that they were dressed again. They'd been as close as physically possible last night, had literally been inside each other, but it was only now that they were in a more social setting that Blaine was realizing how little they knew about each other. They were especially strangers who'd had a nice of fantastic sex together. He'd never expected it to be a problem since they'd only wanted to fuck, but it was. Last night and this morning had been more than just one of his usual flings. Blaine just didn't know what to call it yet.

As Anna helped Blaine down the bus stairs, she asked, "Which hall do you want to go to tonight?"

"Whatever's closer," Blaine and Kurt said simultaneously. Santana grinned widely from where she was supporting Kurt on the sidewalk.

"Damn, you two are going to have a rough time sitting down to eat," Santana said happily.

"Shut up," Blaine grumbled as Kurt caught him around the waist and they started stumbling towards the Commons, which as just around the corner.

Santana and Anna headed in the same direction, quickly overtaking them and disappearing amongst the crowd of students. Kurt gave him another shy smile as they both stumbled, one of his jacket's straps catching on Blaine's coat. He was nothing like the asshole that had been pursuing Blaine for the past few months at that moment. It was unnerving and strange for Blaine to realize he knew nothing about the man he'd spent the last day with. Well, he knew he was fantastic with his dick, but Blaine didn't think that counted. He knew nothing substantial about Kurt, no talking points or interests. Hell, he only reason he knew Kurt's last name was because he had to scan his student ID so that Kurt could check out books at the library.

"So... "Blaine began without any real idea of what he was going to say. He wanted to know more about Kurt, but what if Kurt didn't want to know him? Blaine thought he might, since he was being so nice all of a sudden. He hadn't reverted back to the cocky jerk that had made Blaine grind his teeth, but that didn't mean he was necessarily interested in continuing... whatever this was. Maybe it his gentility was Kurt's way of thanking him for a fantastic little fling. But as they both paused to wait for a large group of students to pass their eyes met once more. That bashful little grin pulled at Kurt's lips and Blaine returned it full force.

"It's uh, it's a lot warmer tonight," Blaine stammered as they started walking again. Mentally he cursed himself. Of all the things he could choose to talk about he was talking about the weather. Since when did he have trouble being charming around a man who had caught his interest? Normally it took fifteen minutes of smooth talking to get that dopey, giddy grin on a guy's face. Right now he might as well stick his whole leg in his mouth.

"Really, Blaine?" Kurt laughed. "You spent all morning fucking me in the ass and now you want to chat about the weather?"

"You can shut up, too," Blaine pouted, face flushing in embarrassment as they reached the dining hall. A group of girls rushed past them and a roar of music, and talking students greeted their ears before the door snapped shut again.

"You're cute when you blush," Kurt told him.

Before Blaine could respond Kurt pulled away from his side and opened the door, motioning him through the door and into the swell of noise. As he passed by Kurt's hand tugged at his ass and Blaine yelped loudly. The girl working the front counter stared at him as he dug out his ID card and handed it to her to swipe. Kurt handed his off as well, then proceeded to loop his arms around Blaine's waist as they headed to the tray and silverware carts.

"Your hands should be otherwise occupied with eating utensils," Blaine murmured, grabbing his own tray, knife, and fork. His stomach rumbled painfully. God, he was so hungry.

"Sorry," Kurt apologized, retracting his arms quickly and fumbling for a tray. "I just... um... "

"You like touching my beautiful body," Blaine supplied. "If you want to keep touching it you should take care of your own for the time being so you don't collapse."

Blaine wandered off to the various lines around the hall to see what was being serving, not noticing the hopefully look that came over Kurt's face. After he made his rounds, grabbing a two burgers, three plates of food, and some nachos, Blaine headed for the drink station and ran into Kurt once more.

"You- you want to- "Kurt stammered, setting down his shaking tray on the counter as Blaine filled his cup with root beer.

Blaine glanced over at Kurt, feeling nervous at the look he might find, only to see Kurt looking just as scared as he was about what might be happening with them.

"I'd– "

"Hey, dolphins," Santana greeted, slinging an arm over each of their shoulders. "We're in the back right at one of the booths."

Blaine rolled his eyes at the nickname. He'd heard it a hundred times over the last three years, had even met the girl responsible for it at one point, but he still didn't understand how she'd come to that conclusion. Much to his surprise Kurt didn't seemed confused by the comment. In fact –

"I can't believe you still call gay men that," Kurt said in annoyance. "As if Brittany is a reliable– "

But he stopped right there and Blaine's stomach jolted. He'd been right! Santana and Kurt did know each other. Much better than he'd guessed apparently if he knew Brittany, too.

"I knew you'd been giving Kurt my work schedule," Blaine accused as Santana took them both by their elbows and steered them towards their table.

"Oh, hush, Blainers," Santana nearly cooed. "You needed a good dick to ride and Kurt's little accidental presentation at Britt's pool party this summer made him ideal."

"I – I– "Kurt stuttered, looking horribly stunned at being caught. "It's not... um... "

"At least you picked someone who wasn't a pile of muscles oozing testosterone," Blaine sighed. He couldn't explain why it didn't bug him that much, but it didn't. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he'd already figured it out himself and he'd only been waiting for one of them to come clean, but he shrugged it off. He'd wanted a good fuck, not honesty last night. He'd expected nothing from Kurt but that, and he realized it wasn't fair to get upset over it.

Santana went first through a tight space between two tables to where Anna was sitting, but Blaine and Kurt hung back.

"You aren't mad?" Kurt whispered anxiously.

"No," Blaine said slowly. God, Kurt was nothing like he'd been before they'd had sex, except for that brief moment at the door just now. He didn't understand it at all. It still felt like Kurt was floating between two personalities. The same way Santana had done for weeks on end last semester as practice for her acting cl– Holy shit. What if Kurt was a theatre major, too, and it had been an act? It would make sense then. The asshole was a facade and the personality he liked was real. Because the man standing before him seemed so different, so simple, and pure it was difficult for him to imagine that this Kurt wasn't the real Kurt.

"What's up with you?" Blaine asked softly as he edged through the tables. "You've stopped being an asshole."

At his words, Kurt blanched and his cocky smirk pulled up the left side of his mouth. The look wasn't the same, though. There was no fire or lust behind it, just a small twinge of worry.

"What are you talking about, sweetheart?" Kurt practically purred in his ear as he pushed through the tables after him. "I've got food on my mind. I'll pound your ass all night again if you really want."

"No, I think I'll focus on food and letting my ass get better," Blaine said flatly. There was a coldness in his tone he hadn't expected, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was right. This whole pursuit of him had been an acting exercise for Kurt and he wouldn't even admit to it. For some reason this annoyed him so much more than the schedule giving had. Most of that had probably been Santana stapling it all over Kurt's door and sending countless texts until he couldn't help but have it memorized.

But this, he almost felt used. Even thinking the thought made him feel stupid. They'd both used each other last night for pleasure and sex and a good time, but it didn't change the anger swirling in the pit of his stomach. Kurt was lying to him right now. It usually came hand and hand with one night stands, but they were moving into new territory now, or at least it seemed that way to Blaine. How could he attempt to take that next step if Kurt was already lying to him? If it was lying. He still wasn't sure about that, but he was going to find out.

Blaine dropped down into the seat next to Anna, wincing loudly as his ass throbbed painfully. In his moment of anger he'd completely forgotten to be careful.

"But... I thought we were going to... "Kurt trailed off as he sat down next to him. Santana and Anna were staring at them, looking confused.

"I'd rather eat right now," Blaine said simply. "You know, act like I'm civilized instead of the guy who was fucked raw last night."

Kurt's brow scrunched up in confusion, but Santana twitched, and her leg kicked under the table and bumped Blaine's. He was right then. God damnit, and Kurt was playing stupid. Or hadn't realized he'd figured it out. Whatever. Blaine shot Santana a furious glare, because he'd had hopes of something more twenty minutes ago, but if Kurt was going to keep lying to him then how was that ever going to work? Now he really had no idea who the man he'd slept with was. Just that he lied a lot and was most likely a theatre major. Great.

Blaine stabbed his salad angrily and started eating. He tried not to think about the thoughts that had been running through his head ever since he'd woken up an hour ago. A hope that maybe Kurt was perfect for him in more than just a physical way, but no. At Santana's whim he was still pretending to be – what, a bad boy or something? He didn't care. He didn't.

Santana and Anna attempted to keep up an awkward conversation, but it barely lasted five minutes. Kurt ate quickly, looking embarrassed and uncomfortable, but right now Blaine didn't care. It was a one night stand. They were done now. It didn't matter how Kurt felt because after this they'd go their own ways and never see each other again. Kurt was just some guy who'd shown him a good time. At least that's what he kept telling himself.

As Kurt finished his dinner he wiped his mouth and hands, then stood up quickly. "I should go, I've got... things to do," Kurt said rather lamely. He glanced over at Blaine. "I guess I'll see you guys around?"

His hopeful tone cut right through Blaine like a hot knife, but he didn't flinch. "You know where I work," Blaine said formally. "I imagine I'll see you there at some point."

Kurt nodded, biting his lower lip. "Right, sure."

With a small wave Kurt picked up his tray and left. Blaine watched him dump the tray and then head out the door.

"Normally I'd ask what crawled up your ask and died, but I'm pretty sure it's Kurt's c– "

"Fuck off, Santana," Blaine snapped. "It was your idea, wasn't it?"

"You already know I was giving him your sch– "

"No," Blaine cut in harshly. "Using this – using me for an acting exercise. That's why he was acting like a dick all the time, and then at points last night and earlier he was– he wasn't... "

Santana whistled, looking pleasantly surprised. "Damn, you're getting really good at figuring my schemes out."

"Santana," Anna warned, fixing the other girl with an angry glare. "Did you really tell Kurt to do that?"

Santana shrugged, unfazed. "What? I told him Blaine is into bad boys and it'd be a good chance for sex and an acting exercise. So what? You both needed to get laid."

"So what?" Blaine echoed in disbelief. "I hate bad boys and pricks like that. Maybe it escaped your notice, but those moments when Kurt was actual Kurt he was exactly the kind of guy I'd– that I've been look– whatever. Just whatever. It's all tainted now because of you."

"Blaine, what– "Santana began, but the words Blaine had been trying to prevent himself from saying ripped themselves out of his throat.

"He's exactly the kind of guy I could see myself having something with when he's not pretending to be something he's not, but you convinced him he has to be that person to keep my interest," Blaine snapped. "So thanks for that. The one gay man on this campus you already knew, and you couldn't just introduce us without all of this shit getting in the way." He stood up abruptly and grabbed his half-empty tray. "I'll see you back at home."

Blaine was only a few steps out the door when Anna caught up with him.

"Blaine, wait! Please, stop," Anna called, catching him by the elbow. His steps faltered, more because of the pain shooting across his ass and up his lower back than because of her. He was so furious right now, so disappointed in something he felt naive for thinking in the first place. Why had he let his hopes get so high when he'd known nothing about Kurt? Why did he have to be so stupid?

"You are not stupid, Blaine," Anna said sternly, wrapping him up in a tight embrace. "Come on. Let's go home and let Santana figure out how stupid she's been, okay?"

Blaine nodded, and took a shaky breath as Anna led him towards the bus stop. It was a lot more difficult to walk with her support. She couldn't take his weight as much as Kurt could, and leaning down that much made his ass throb more. If only K– no. He'd been stupid, and he didn't even understand why he felt like this. He'd had one- night stands before and he'd never had this problem. Why did he feel so lousy now?

By the time they reached the front door of their apartment twenty minutes later, Blaine wanted to sob. His ass was aching so badly he was limping and shuffling his feet to prevent his legs from moving too much. He felt even worse because every angry flare of pain just reminded him of Kurt. It was humiliating to even think about the other man. He shouldn't have snapped at him like that. Kurt had just been going along with the typical one night stand etiquette: flirt, fuck, farewell. At least that's the one Blaine always went by, sometimes replacing "farewell" with "flee". Their encounter had definitely prolonged the middle part of that mantra, but everything else should have remained the same. Only Blaine wasn't sure he wanted it to now.

He didn't know. It was all too hard to think about when he was in so much pain, not to mention the problem with the fake personality Kurt had been acting out at Santana's whim. Blaine didn't know what to do with that either. Or why he was even dwelling on any of this. What did it matter to him if Kurt had lied about himself? He'd done it before with different men, and it shouldn't matter. They'd only wanted to fuck, Blaine reminded himself. That was it.

It didn't feel that way anymore. Not when he recalled that beautiful toothy smile, or the soft caress of Kurt's hand. Just thinking about it made his skin tingle pleasantly. God, fuck. This made no sense.

With Anna's help he made it to his room, and started tugging his jacket and shirt off. She dropped down onto the bed, silently watching him undress so that he could crawl back into bed and–

His foot snagged on the remains of Kurt's shredded boxer- briefs, an ache unlike anything he'd felt before forming in his chest. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Blaine," Anna began softly, soothingly. It was the same tone she'd used all those years ago when his parents had gotten divorced. "A– "

"I'm fine," Blaine said vehemently, bracing his hands on the dresser so that he could kick his boots off.

"You are not," Anna snapped.

"I am," Blaine argued, grimacing as he struggled out of his jeans.

"Blaine," Anna said sternly. She stood up as he whimpered and started helping him out of his jeans. "You are not fine."

"I'm... "Blaine started, getting ready to once again deny her words, but he just didn't have the strength to right now. He was tired, in pain, and his chest felt tight and constricted like it did when he used to get the wind knocked out of him during a boxing match. Nothing feel normal or right at the moment. "I'm just being stupid," he grumbled as he gingerly stepped out of his pant legs.

"No, you aren't," Anna said gently, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You're acting like someone trying not to get their heart broken while they're falling in love."

Blaine jerked his head up so fast he overbalanced and tumbled into the wall. What? That wasn't– there was no way– he didn't even know Kurt. Not really, anyway, regardless of whether or not he wanted to now.

"What? Anna, that's– I'm not– "

Before Anna said anything or cut off his mindlessly babbling she helped him over to the bed, crawling onto it herself and pulling him into her arms. They settled down against his pillows, his cheek resting on her chest as she stroked his hair softly.

"I'm not in l– "Blaine swallowed his own words, because he couldn't even say it. The idea was too ridiculous, especially for him.

"Please, with the way you were looking at him earlier?" Anna paused and shifted some under him for a moment. "Blaine, just... you've always been the heart breaker, ever since high school. You're the guy that messes around for a night or a few days or months. That boy who swore he'd never fall in love after what happened with his parents, you're still him in so many ways even if you don't see it. But Kurt got to you," she whispered gently. "Long before last night, too."

Blaine stayed silent, trying to process her words but not quite managing it. He couldn't be in love. He didn't want to be in love. Being in love meant pain and heartache. It meant fights and bitterness stemming from what had once been beautiful happiness. Love been shouting matches at three in the morning or three in the afternoon, it meant ending up hating each other when it all fell apart. Because it would fall apart. It did for his parents, his friends, and his brother. There was no reason to think he might be the exception to what he considered a rule.

Some part of him realized there was a little truth to Anna's words. He'd been fighting off Kurt's advances for months and not knowing why he was. If it had been any other guy he wouldn't have hesitated, but there had been something about Kurt that had stopped him in his tracks. It wasn't the cockiness either, even though it had irritated him to no end. He'd learned to match that with his own wit over the past few years with other guys, but why would that bother him if he'd only had to deal with it for a few hours at most?

No, there was something more he hadn't caught on to, something within himself he hadn't wanted to admit.

"You should talk to him," Anna encouraged when he didn't break the silence. "Make him come clean about his act. Or just keep fucking him and see where it goes."

Blaine snorted, and turned his face into the pillows at her words. Then the scent of sex, sweat, vanilla, and jasmine hit his nostrils and he jerked his face back around and pressed his cheek against Anna's breasts. They made better pillows than something that smell like him anyway.

"Did you, Miss 'monogamous, committed relationship', just tell me to make him my fuck buddy?" Blaine asked her cheekily.

"I wasn't always so committed, if you'll recall high school," Anna retorted, poking him in the ribs. Blaine couldn't stop the little giggle that bubbled up in his throat as he squirmed. Both Anna and Santana knew all of his ticklish spots and used them against him regularly. Anna had definitely messed around a lot in their last two years of high school, even dated extensively her freshman year of college. But by the time Blaine had arrived for his own freshman year the following year she'd been head over heels for Louis. Not much had changed on that front since then.

"Just, take a shot with him again," Anna begged. "Please, I know this is all kind of a mess right now, but if he's anything like the guy I saw with you earlier this could be really great."

Unless I fall in love. Because he wasn't already falling, no matter what Anna seemed to think. Blaine had seen love destroy his parents' relationship and it wasn't going to do that with him, no matter who the guy was.

The door creaked open behind him, and a few tentative foot falls followed.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Blaine," Santana said simply. Coming from Santana this meant a lot. Usually an apology from her came in the form of a well thought out insult.

The bed dipped behind him, and then Santana was spooning up against him. A happy little hum started in his chest, because he loved being the little spoon. Loved curling up with his girls and just laying there chatting for hours together. Part of him was still mad at Santana for all of this, but at the same time he'd said yes to Kurt. Kurt had said yes to her idea, even if he'd eventually caved in to her, which Blaine could picture much more easily than him being eager to agree. And he'd already had some revenge even if Santana didn't realize it yet. That broken chair wasn't getting blamed on him after all.

"I'll talk to Kurt if you want," Santana offered.

Blaine shook his head, though. "No." At Anna's upset noise he added, "If he's interested in getting this ass again he'll make a move."

"Blaine," Anna said in exasperation.

"You better advertise it well then," Santana told him.

"Shut up and spoon with me," Blaine demanded, snuggling up against Anna, and closing his eyes.

"Cuddle whore," Santana shot back as she moved closer and rested her cheek on his ear.

Anna's chest rose and fell as she sighed loudly. "Why do you always have to use my boobs as pillows? Santana has boobs, too."

"Yours are bigger," Blaine murmured sleepily.

Santana snickered in his ear as he enjoyed the familiar warmth of being sandwiched between them. As he was drifting off he heard Anna grumble just loud enough for him to hear. "I still hate both of you."