santana.

Santana wouldn’t be opposed to sharing a home with Blaine at all, actually. She imagined their transition into being each other’s only roommates would be a lot smoother than hers was with Rachel and Kurt. She would never have admitted out loud, but she extremely LEFT OUT and alone when she first moved to the city, despite having two roommates. Rachel and Kurt were like a couple in their own right, and she felt like a third wheel for a lot of the time. It WAS NOT a pleasant feeling. As uncomfortable as their living situation was, Santana enjoyed having more people around who she could spend time with and almost relate to a little bit more, Blaine being one of those people. “Don’t tell anybody.” A smile crept on to her lips before she took a long, slow sip from her steaming coffee mug. Santana raised her eyebrows in surprise a Blaine’s question. She didn’t expect him to actually consider her half joking offer, but now that she began to think about it, she quite liked the idea. “Wow, you’d actually ditch Hummel? Are things that… Is everything okay with you two, seriously? I mean, I’d have no problem breaking the news, you can just sit back and RELAX. It’d sure as hell be a lot better than what we’ve got going on now. I need a bed. The amount of times I’ve been tempted to go and spoon Rachel is.. DISGUSTING.”

Blaine leaned close enough to bonk the sides of their shoulders together.  A conspiratory grin tugging one corner of his lips up.  “Not a word.  I promise.” Then sighing, he deflated back into the cushions and chewed the inside of his bottom lip as he thought of every scenario under the moon that might happen if he approached the subject.  The news could go several different ways.  Hoping for the turnout where he and Kurt could have proper alone time with one of them having an actual room–Blaine blinked at the question that cut his mulling into an immediate halt.  “No things aren’t that..  Yes.  Everything’s okay.  We’re just..in a rough patch.  Mostly from the overcrowding, I’m sure.  We haven’t been able to just be each other since I moved here.  You know?”  Scrambling to erase the notion out of her head that she should be the one to break the news, a hand came to rest on her forearm and he gave it a gentle and reassuring squeeze.  “I’ve got it.  No need for that.  I don’t think he’d appreciate secondhand talk about something as serious as me moving out.  If we’re serious about this.  Are we?”  Santana and Rachel spooning?  The image was enough to make him laugh in spite of the seriousness of their conversation.  A half-hearted smile lingered as he reached for the mug of tea he made for himself earlier.  “Disgusting?  Hey.  I have it on official knowledge that Rachel is a great snuggler.  It’s not that gross!”