Author's Note:

Thank you for checking out my third Fanfiction, Way Out! I have been intrigued by the idea of a Blaine/Santana friendship for a while now, and teased it in Chapter 6 of Hold On. Ryan Murphy was nice enough to provide me with some material and inspiration to move forward. Thanks Glee!

I always try to remain as canon as possible while still telling my own stories. My Blaine backstory is and always will be my own as presented in Hold On. So if you haven't read that yet, go do it, then come back! At this time, I plan to expand on this story after every Episode. We'll see how that goes.

And while this is a Blaine/Santana friendship story, that highly impacts Klaine. So don't worry, there will be plenty of Klaine love!

Thank you so much to Typegirl19/janemgonz for her wise words as my Beta.

Way Out, Episode 1

"Santana, you like playing both sides, isn't that right?"

Coach Sylvester's words reverberated in Santana's head and she shivered, unable to force them away. Maybe getting kicked out of Glee was for the best. Away from the song and dance and drama, securely Captain of the Cheerios, well co-captain, maybe she could escape the nagging thoughts in her head. Of course, there were times when her heart still fluttered for Brittany. But for the most part she had been able to move on over the summer. Oh who am I kidding, she thought. It was fear that kept her inside the closet. Fear that kept her on "Team Sue." It was fear that kept her from having the one person she truly wanted and no one really understood; not Quinn, not Brittany, not even Kurt. Santana sat on her bed with her knees pulled up, flipping her phone in her hands. She stared at the number on the screen, then shut it off and threw it aside. But before she could even think of something else to do, her hand reached back out, turning the phone back on and studying the number. She was wrong. He understood. He had told her she wasn't alone. She dropped her head on her knees, and flipped the phone in her hands again. Did she have the strength to reach out to him?

Kurt and Blaine were sitting on the loveseat in Kurt's home, where they had spent so many days and nights over the summer. Only this time, much to Blaine's chagrin, they were doing homework. Blaine had no desire to be working, he had other things in mind, but Kurt insisted that good grades would be extremely important to his acceptance to the New York Drama Academy. So here they sat, Kurt on one side of the couch with his Western Civilization book propped on the arm of the loveseat, and Blaine on the other, King Lear in hand, bare feet crossed comfortably on Kurt's lap. Kurt looked over to Blaine studying his book and smiled. Blaine looked so serious studying, he thought, with his adorable eyebrows scrunched and forehead furrowed. This is what this year was going to be about. The two of them just beingtogether, not having to do anything.

As soon as Kurt returned his gaze to his history book though, Blaine's expression turned mischievous. Blaine nonchalantly adjusted his foot to just the perfect spot in Kurt's lap and massaged his toes into Kurt. Kurt's face immediately went red as he squirmed and shot Blaine an incensed look.

"What?" Blaine asked, feigning innocence. "Just getting comfortable," he said with a sly grin.

"You know exactly what you were doing Blaine Anderson," Kurt scolded.

Blaine threw his book over his shoulder, put his feet down and leaned into Kurt. "And you know that you like it," Blaine winked.

"I have to study Blaine," Kurt weakly protested as Blaine's lips slowly came closer to his own.

"So do I," Blaine whispered cupping the back of Kurt's head and pulling him in passionately. Kurt fought for only a second as Blaine sucked Kurt's bottom lip and offered him the delicious taste of his kiss. All resolve gone Kurt's hands wandered beneath Blaine's shirt to stroke the amazing skin and muscles of his boyfriend. Their breathing increased as their heartbeats started to rise. Kurt slid his hands down to Blaine's always so sexy jeans and he grasped his hips roughly. They pulled in close to each other, until both boys were surprised by the vibration under Kurt's hand.

Kurt's head fell backward on the couch in frustration as Blaine pulled away laughing and took his phone out of his pocket. He looked at the number and Kurt saw his brow crease and his eyebrows rise in question. "Sorry," Blaine whispered to Kurt, then answered the phone.

"Santana?" he asked into the phone as he got up from the couch and moved away from Kurt toward the kitchen.

Santana, thought Kurt? Kurt wondered how she even had Blaine's phone number. Then he remembered Blaine's audition in the courtyard earlier that week. Santana had had her hands all over him and Blaine hadn't seemed to mind. In fact, he seemed to greatly enjoy shaking his hips with her. Kurt felt an unexpected and likely uncalled for jealousy arise but he couldn't help it. He knew Santana was nothing but trouble, and he didn't want her involved with Blaine in any way. She had set the piano on fire and had sided with Coach Sylvester. Mr. Schuester had kicked her out of Glee Club. Was she trying to use Blaine to get back in? Or worse? Kurt started to feel a bit ill.

"Ok, I'll meet you in 30 minutes," Kurt heard Blaine tell her in the phone and hung up.

"I'm sorry babe, I have to go," Blaine apologized.

Kurt got up to meet him. "What could Santana possibly have to talk to you about that is more important than…this?" Kurt asked indignantly.

Blaine shrugged, looking a bit guilty to Kurt. "It's…nothing Kurt, don't worry about it," he said, kissing Kurt chastely on the lips.

Kurt looked at him, arms crossed, head cocked with both anger and concern. "Santana doesn't play fair, Blaine, remember that. Whatever she has in store for you, whatever she is trying to get you to do, it isn't good."

Blaine looked at Kurt with his earnest and comforting eyes. "It isn't like that, Kurt." He took his boyfriend's hand. "Trust me please," he asked.

Kurt softened. "I do trust you. It's Santana I don't trust at all," he said with a pout.

"I love you," Blaine responded and he pulled Kurt in for a kiss. Kurt couldn't resist his embrace and melted into him.

"I love you too," he said walking Blaine to the door.

As Blaine walked out to his car with his always endearing swagger, he stretched is muscular arm out and pointed to Kurt who still had the door open. "Now get back to studying," he said with a laugh.

"Yes Sir," Kurt snickered, and he closed the door.

Please review! This is my first attempt at Santana, and I'd love your feedback!