"I'm not telling you about that Santana and that's final." Blaine said, for what felt like the fiftieth time in a week. He switched the bag of groceries from his right hand to his left, as he fished in his pant pocket for the key to the loft.

"Oh COME ON hobbit, I asked nicely the first few times! I only get bitchy when people refuse. The longer you refuse, the bitchier I'll get. You know this already." Santana huffed, unable to make her usual hand gestures as, Blaine had insisted since she had insisted on coming with him to the store, she was carrying four bags herself.

" I'm sorry but 'Yo, white boy, Imma ask you something and you better answer or I'll put dye in your shampoo.' is not asking nicely."

"You white boys and your hair. Well, no, you're more weird about it than Kurt, and that's saying something." Santana went inside as soon as Blaine had the door open, Blaine trailing after her.

"I'm half Filipino you know." Blaine says, indignant, although he was unsure why.

"Yes, but you are also half white boy, so I hold to my original name. I've met your parents remember? I went to your grad party." Santana rebutted, starting to put things away in the refrigerator.

"Regardless of my parentage, I'm not telling." Blaine said, putting the cereal away in the cupboard.

"But why?" Santana asked, sitting at the table in their little makeshift kitchen.

"Because it's personal Santana. Something we agreed would be between the two of us. Why do you even care?" Blaine inquired, putting the last of the groceries away.

"I was under the impression we were friends." The response surprised Blaine and made him turn from the stove, where he'd began to get a pot of water going for the pasta he and Santana had planned for dinner that night. Her face, to his surprise, held no malice or humor, nothing but a genuine look of interest, and maybe a little bit of a hurt expression.

"We are." he replied.

"Look, I know I have an attitude and I am often a little...brash, shall we say? But I do care about my friends, a lot. Even though I do tend to show it in weird way. I consider you to be a close friend, and I just..." she sighed and played with the placemat in front of her on the table. "Kurt...I mean you know his story before he met you, what he dealt with. I've always actually been really fond with him, and he's one of my best friends now." Santana looked up at Blaine and smiled, one that he returned. "I consider you to be one of my best friends too. Thank you, by the way, for not telling anyone what I did after me and Brit...you know." Blaine nodded and moved to sit with her. "I mean, I've always liked you, ever since Hummel introduced you to us back when you were with gay Hogwarts." Blaine laughed at that, and Santana smiled again. "Even though I didn't show it. I have a weird way of showing affection for my friends, you know that. And I've always liked you and Kurt together. Even when Monty Python was around I pretty much didn't shut up about you two." Blaine quirked an eyebrow at that comment and Santana rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that look Mr. Anderson. Anyone with eyes and a brain knew you and Kurt were meant for each other. Shit, even Doctor Who questioned Kurt a lot over whether or not he was over you. He was even the one to...oh shit, I promised Kurt I wouldn't tell you that." Santana said, mildly horrified. Blaine choked on his own spit. "Okay, okay, in his defense, Kurt was going to break up with him, but the guy just opened his mouth and talked faster so...dammit, don't tell him I told you. He like, literally came into the loft and said 'Look, it's very clear you still aren't over this Blaine guy, especially since you've accidentally called me Blaine more times than I can be comfortable with.' AH! Yes! Kurt had that look on his face too! Surprise! Deer in the headlights! Anyway, he says 'I know you still love him, and I don't think you are over him. I don't think you'll ever be over him. So I'm going to let you go so, when you go back to Lima for your dad's appointment, you can get him back.' Except, you know, in a British accent."

"Wow." Blaine sat back in the chair, his arms folded, looking at her. "Yeah, Kurt didn't tell me about that. He said they just mutually broke up."

"Oh they did, cuz right after his little speech, Kurt blurted out 'Blaine, love, can't date you anymore, gotta practice.' whatever that meant." Blaine blushed and Santana's eyes widened. "No shit! You kinky little bastards, was that like, your code word at Dalton or something? Oh my GOD." Santana chuckled. "Anyway! Anyway, I was kinda waiting to get a call from Kurt saying you were back together when he was back in Lima for his dad's appointment. I badgered him into agreeing to it, because man, if you two don't end up together, if you don't work? What hope is there for any of us?" Blaine could see the blush in her cheeks. Wow, today was full of surprises. "Finally, you know, I couldn't take it anymore, and even though I was in Lima too, I called him, cuz you two sorta disappeared during the celebration for Mr. and Mrs. Schue."

"I remember." Blaine said, smiling. Santana smiled back.

"Anyway, he just said he was busy and we'd talk later, and I let it go, even though I didn't really want to . And then, a few days later, you two do your little performances , God you guys are so cheesy and so sweet you could cause cavities." Blaine blushed. "BUT, even though I know that part, I don't know the other. I want to know about the conversation you guys had, in private. How you guys worked things out." Blaine smiled sadly at her, knowing now why she was so curious.

"I was going to propose to him." Blaine says bluntly, causing Santana's head, which she'd pressed on the table, to shoot up. " I bought a ring and everything. I still have it. I was desperate. I thought, if the gesture was grand enough, maybe I could win him back. I went to Burt, to ask him for his permission. He said no, and pointed out that we were teenagers and it was too soon. He's right of course but I just felt so...hopeless. Then he asked me if I truly loved his son, and I said yes, and he asked if I believed we were meant to be together, which, obviously I also said yes to, and then he said we'd be okay. And when I asked him how he knew that, he said to me 'Because when two people love each other like you two do, everything works out.' . And he was right. But I, like an idiot, decided to try anyway. I kinda chickened out last minute, but hey, we ended up together again. It worked out. I'm sure you and Brittany will find a way to work too."

"How did...no, you know what, it's probably some magic hobbit power or something." Santana rested her head on her folded arms again and sighed. Blaine frowned and then got up, going over to the cabin where they hid the wine and getting a bottle, an opener, and a glass, before putting them in front of her. She peeked up from her arms and smiled. "Forget what I said earlier, you are my best friend, period. For real." Santana got back up and opened the bottle, nodding at the line of glasses in the cabinet. "Join me?"

"Ah...only a little. You remember how I am drunk."

"Yeah, fucking hilarious and without any of your stellar dance moves. A little won't kill you." Blaine laughed and nodded, walking over to the cabinet and grabbing another glass. "Oh, get two instead of one." Santana said absentmindedly, pouring the wine into her glass.

"What, why?" Blaine asked, turning to her.

"Cuz Elf Boy walked in about ten minutes ago and is frozen to the spot at the door. He'll need some too." Santana commented, as if it were nothing. Slowly, she picked up her glass and walked over to Blaine, giving him a hug and whispering "Thank you, seriously, you did make me feel better." before disappearing behind her curtains. Blaine turned, slowly, to face his boyfriend, who was indeed standing by the door, seemingly in shock, his messenger bag still in his hand.

"K-Kurt!" Blaine stuttered "I... I can explain, I mean...I..."

"You were going to propose?" Kurt finally managed to say, the shock slowly wearing down.

"Y-yes, but Kurt, I talked to your dad and then I began to realize it was silly, and then I was going to do it at the Schue's wedding after Regionals, and..."

"You had the ring at the wedding?" Kurt asked, sucking in a breath.

"Yes."

"You still have the ring?"

"Yes." Blaine replied, hesitant and worried that he might have screwed things up and freaked Kurt out.

"Where is it?" Kurt asked, startling his boyfriend. Always zigging when he thought he'd zag.

"Kurt, I..."

"Where's the ring Blaine?"

"Kurt..."

"Night stand? It's in your nightstand yes? More specifically..." Kurt walked towards Blaine slowly, a smirk/smile forming on his lips. "hidden in the pocket of that one Dalton sweater you don't know I steal some mornings when I wake up before you and I know I'll miss you so I wear it on my way to Vogue and then keep it in my desk?" Kurt had backed Blaine up against the counter by the stove, his right hand on Blaine's chest, the other, Blaine saw the glint of silver on his hand, cupping his cheek. "I found it this morning." Kurt answered the unasked question. "Isabelle loved it, she thought it was very classy. She wants to be the one to throw our engagement party. When we're ready of course. I told her we'd probably wait a few years. Sound good?" Blaine nodded, still stunned. Kurt laughed and kissed him before putting his forehead on Blaine's. "Hi."

"Hi." Blaine replied.

"Are you mad that I found the ring, stole it, and then flaunted it around work telling a couple of the newbies they could suck it?" Kurt asked, getting a laugh out of Blaine.

"No. So I take this as a yes?"

"Yes."

"If you're gonna do it, use protection!" Santana called from her room.

"SHUT UP SANTANA!" They yelled together, only getting a laugh as a response.

The End