Jen theworldhasshifted on Tumblr posted a Glee characters question meme thing and her answers inspired this little drabble. Klaintana friendship is one of my ultimate dreams, guys.
The whispers came simultaneously. Kurt's was an incredulous "No!" while Blaine's was a laughing "Oh my God!"
The boys had just come back to the loft after their traditional Thursday night date. They were later than usual, because they'd gotten a little...distracted in the movie theater bathroom. (Kurt had worn leggings and a kilt. Blaine only had so much willpower.) They had managed to open the door as quietly as was possibly for a giant, sliding hunk of metal, so they didn't wake the sleeping girls. This turned out to be both a blessing and a curse for them.
Santana had been marathoning The Facts of Lifeby herself on the couch so she could continue converting it into a Broadway show when Kurt and Blaine had left, and it looked like she'd fallen asleep midway through. That wasn't the surprising part, though.
What surprised the boys was the battered stuffed bunny she had tucked under her left arm as she slept. They'd been in Santana's section of the loft multiple times before, but they'd never seen that decrepit toy anywhere.
After their exclamations, Blaine pulled out his phone.
"Blaine! You know Santana's going to kill you if she knows you took a photo of her right now!" Kurt hissed, trying not to giggle.
"It'll be worth it, baby. Just imagine how much blackmail we can get out of this. Besides, she looks so adorable right now," Blaine whispered back, shifting his phone to his right hand so he could gesture toward Santana with his left.
Kurt had to admit she looked pretty cute, almost childlike. With her sleep-softened face, curled-up position, and cuddly stuffed rabbit, she could have been an entirely different person.
Blaine stepped back to get a wider angle, accidentally hitting the creaky floorboard. The loud "reeeeeeek!" made Santana shift and sit up slightly.
"Hwa?" She sat up more, rubbing her eyes with her bunny still tucked between her arm and armpit. "Jesus! When did you guys get here?"
"Just got back. Who's your friend, Santana?" Blaine asked, snickering a little.
"Wha- oh God," she replied, dropping her bunny behind her once she realized what Blaine meant. "Not a word of this to Berry. I made fun of her enough in high school for the fucking menagerie she made Franken-schue's monster win her, she'll never let me live this down if she knows. And that's Clara, if you must know," Santana finished with a superior sniff.
"I only took one or two or sixteen photos. I could be convinced to delete them for the right price, though," responded Blaine, waving his phone teasingly.
"Don't forget that I have photos of both you with the world's worst Afro and you and Kurt getting your mack on on the balcony, Blanderson," Santana shot back. "And I'm friends with your future in-laws on Facebook."
"...I'll delete mine if you delete yours," Blaine said sheepishly, half-hiding behind Kurt as if that could protect him from Santana's wrath.
"Done. And I require Lady Porcelain's help in sewing up some of Clara's rips."
"Will you also delete the photos you have of me in my workout clothes if I do?"
"Not a chance, princess. I'm planning on having those enlarged for the hobbit behind you for his birthday."
Kurt spluttered, Blaine stuttered, and Santana once again came out of a battle victorious.