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!”
Santana wasn’t an idiot. She knew exactly what the issue was, and it was a problem that she actually shared. Overcrowding. She never thought she would miss the days when she was only being mildly annoyed by Rachel and Kurt, instead of half of the New Directions. “There’s way too many people up in here. Even if we all had two apartments it would still be hell, and I don’t know which team I’d like to go for. God knows if Britt and I were together I wouldn’t drag her into the Misfit Brady Bunch we’ve got going on. You need your own place, then you can get down and dirty as much as you like. Until then, I’d suggest our local, Bushwick sex shop. Or, if you need a break from Lady Hummel, get a place with me. You’re pretty up there on my people I can tolerate list, so I wouldn’t hate it.”
Leave it to Santana to drop advice in his lap that felt like both a slap to the back of his head and a glimmer of hope. No. They didn’t need a trip to the sex shop. What they needed was room. That was a start. However. Breaching the subject with his fiance’ was more intimidating than it should be. Therein lies the root of his mood Blaine did his best to skim past. Pretending the lack of private time was his only concern? Seemed a hell of a lot easier to deal with than the revolving door of issues Blaine felt like he was watching fill up without any clue how to empty it. Jumping onto the glimmer of hope part of their talk, Blaine’s pout turned into a warm smile. “Wow. I am,” he lightly teased with the question. “I’m honored.” A place with Santana? The idea of not running into four people before he could get a shower felt like a far away memory he left back in Ohio. One he missed more and more each morning. Appealing as it was, he bit his lip and let a heavy exhale out of his nose that could only be read as hesitation. “Any suggestions on how to bring this up? I mean. If we were going to actually do it..?”
Santana settled herself on the couch in the loft beside Blaine, with two mugs of coffee in hand that she soon placed on the table. “What is up with you? Have you and Porcelain not been getting down and dirty lately? I thought I hadn’t heard your sweaty, man grunts through the curtain. As disgusting as you both are, you still need your stress relief, Katy.” Though maybe not going about asking in the best way, she was a little concerned about Blaine and how he seemed a little down lately. / @pianokeysandbowties + sc
Not having more than a half an hour without someone coming or going in the loft was starting to wear the couple thin in the patience and nerves departments. As a result? Blaine was getting a little more moodier than normal. By a little? Try a lot. But there was something underlying all of that truly digging into his patience. Because, as much as he liked to think of that as the only excuse? Their non-alone time was more frequent than he admitted to. Problem was? He had no idea how to bring any of it up. Not without sounding like a broken record. “Kurt and I are doing just fine in the bedroom, Santana.” Two beats after that lie, he deflated. Slouching and grunting down at his hands he rubbed together between his knees, Blaine pouted thoughtfully before mumbling. “I lied. We’re not. It’s more than that though. I’m just stuck on what to do.”
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