Disclaimer: I solemly swear I do not own Glee, or Harry Potter for that matter. And I don't live in a house with stairs and a cupboard under them, so I would not even know where to keep him. Where would you guys keep Darren if you owned him like Kurt owned that song like it was his prison bitch? Why WHY did the writers think that was a good line to have Biest say about Kurt? Re-watching IAU still only disturbs me more and more and…you get the idea.

A/N:

Addie117!

Just so you know, THIS is 117% for you.

This was meant to be much MUCH fluffier, but you know me, I set out to write fluff and…yeah…no words….

Hope you are well again, very VERY soon. If only one could time travel out of all the lows in life.*sighs*

Since I am regrettably not a time travel salesman, or own a tardis, I give you the next best thing I have to offer, fanfiction involving Klaine, Santana, and Santana finally taking of that uniform for good, in front of Klaine's eyes. How will Kurt deal with that?

Somebody To Hold Every Night

„I have never seen her like this," Blaine says, eyes wide.

Kurt is smiling, as if it could get him a prize, or possibly into NYADA; and this smile as honest and affectionate as it is, probably even could.

"Guys, stop smiling at each other like two lovesick puppies and get back to the task at hand, please," Santana says rushing excitedly around her room. "ARGH, I got nothing to wear, absolutely NOTHING!"

"That is why you called me?" Kurt asks.

"Both of you, I called both of you. Stupid Cheerios Uniform. Why the hell did I run around in that thing all the time?"

"Santana, even I did that. Actually I think it is the only thing I ever wore more than once to school…No, Wait! There was the Funk incident," Kurt shudders.

Blaine is standing there, mostly looking back and forth confused between the two. He wants to ask, about that uniform of Kurt's, has been wanting to do so ever since he found out, 'Maybe one day,' Blaine thinks. He also wants to ask about 'Funk?' Most of all he wants to ask why on earth he is here, but being Blaine his mouth moves to form a different sentence all together "What can I do to help?"

Kurt, who is sitting next to Santana on her bed, holding one of her hands looks over to Blaine and offers him a warm smile.

Santana, without looking at either boy gets up, and walks over to her closet, starts rummaging, still staying silent. Blaine can see her hands shake slightly as she moves the coat-hangers around.

Then she takes the hemline of her Cheerios Uniform in both hands, arms crossed before her body and pulls it over her head, all the while still facing her wardrobe.

Left only in her black bra and panties Santana turns around and Blaine can see the tears pooling in her eyes.

Maybe Santana had counted on her body to repel Kurt and Blaine in the same manner that it attracted all the other guys, clearly it does not work; Blaine is already across the room, Santana securely wrapped inside his arms.

Santana begins to sob within seconds, and Blaine moves the two of them to sit against the wall left to her wardrobe.

After a couple of minutes Kurt gets up from where he was still sitting on Santana's bed, and walks over to them, sitting himself down next to Blaine.

Blaine looks up when Kurt starts affectionately running his fingertips along the locks at the back of Blaine's neck.

'I love you,' Kurt mouths, and Blaine mirrors the action instantly 'I love you, too.'

When they turn their attention back to Santana, still resting in Blaine's arms, she is looking up at the both of them, fresh tears spilling out of her eyes in a persistent, in this moment seemingly never ending flow.

"That is why I called the both of you. I needed not just fashion advice from Kurt, or my best friend to hold me, Blaine. I want what you two have. I needed to remind myself that you two have it, and I can too. I was getting cold feet before the date. It is the first that ever meant something, anything. Even with Brit, we had sex, we did not date."

"Santana,", and for once she does not protest being called by her first name "I understand, we understand…"

Santana cuts Kurt off, "I know, I know you both have been where I am now, scared and alone, and feeling ugly, because yes, people may have told you before you are beautiful, but it was never anyone that counted. Because it was never that kind of beautiful. You can hear the difference in their voices. Never the kind that means love," she adds, gesturing with her left hand between the two boys.

Blaine smiles warmly at Kurt before he turns back to Santana "I love you and our friendship means a lot to me, and I will help you get you back, just promise me, I can't believe how much I am going to sound like Kurt just now," Blaine takes a breath, "just promise me you will stay out of that Cheerleading Uniform, and away from that squad. Don't give me that look Santana, you know why. We have had that conversation before. You need to get out of that Cheerios Outfit as much as I needed to get out of that prep school boy uniform. You know it."

"But…"

"NO! Santana, this is not an argument, because this is not about wrong or right. You told me how you feel about that outfit because you knew I would at least know if not understand that feeling."

"Blaine, I know you understand," Santana says in a small voice, burying her face in Blaine's left shoulder.

She mumbles something into it, but neither boy can make it out, so Kurt asks "Sorry?"

"I want me back."

"Good. Thank you for admitting that," Blaine replies.

"It feels like I have nothing to go back to though. "

"That is why you are being like this?" Blaine asks.

"Maybe," Santana half-admits in a small voice, and Blaine is smiling at her and with Blaine's next word she is smiling back hesitantly and just the slightest bit bitchy "Maybe."

Santana gets up from the floor in one swift movement, and gestures with both arms along her still only underwear clad body, "So what are we going to do," she pauses to wipe away the tears from her face, "about this?"

Kurt jumps up from the floor and dashes over to her wardrobe. In the next second, broad smile on his face, he is throwing her a dark blue dressing gown "Put this on and we will make a battle plan. Complete make-over, those are better than crack to me. And you will at least actually take in my advice and do something with it. The last two make-overs I did were so fruitless."

"Who did you do those for?" Blaine asks Kurt.

But it is Santana who answers, "Coach Sylvester was one, and the other? Wait, did you tell Brit to wear those legwarmers on her arms?"

"No, no. That was Brit alone, and it was so Brit Santana, I am shocked you even asked," Kurt answers in mock outrage, which has the desired effect, Santana smiling.

Blaine is laughing too now.

"No, the second make-over was…Rachel."

"Love, really? Rachel? I hate to say this, but you should have known better," Blaine is shaking his head in disbelief.

"I know. Musical crazed, but no gay-dar or fashion sense tp speak of. Wonder how that happened," and when Kurt looks like he is actually pondering on it, Santana hits him over the head with – already back out of her dressing gown – the pair of jeans she is about to put on.

"OW! What was that for, and…MY HAIR!"

Blaine and Santana are sniggering at each other at his exclamation Kurt notices in horror, "Oh no, NO! This is not becoming the new thing between you two, trying to mess up my hair, is it?"

"Kurt, of course not," Blaine says, but there is a gleam in his eye Kurt does not quite trust.

Santana smirks, then adds, "It has been a game between us since the first day Blaine transferred. Now Blaine what's the score so far?"

And Kurt cannot believe it, but while Santana pulls on a loose deep red shirt, Blaine gets out his wallet and a paper on which something is scribbled, "4 you, 8 me."

"That is only because you spend so much more time with him, you have it much easier."

"You know the rules Lopez, we both have to be there to see it, so that argument does not really count."

"There are rules?" Kurt mumbles helplessly to himself, watching the scene between his boyfriend and his boyfriend's –apparently not as new as Kurt thought – best friend unfold.

"Feels weird now calling me Lopez, doesn't it?" Santana asks, a little more serious again.

"Yes. Why is that?" Blaine replies.

"I would say it is because you just held me, crying for about twenty minutes, dressed in nothing but my underwear. But then again, people have done a lot more to me, in a lot less clothing and called me all kinds of things."

"Santana, no images of straight sex," Kurt says squeezing his eyes shut, and covering them with his hands, "we talked about this, please don't plant any more in my head. You in underwear is enough for me for one day," Kurt pleads.

When Kurt opens his eyes and removes his hands from his face again he is met with a quite different image.

Blaine is standing there, in the middle of the room, holding Santana, once again, whispering soothingly to her, "I wish we had all met earlier. Things would have been easier."

"I know," Santana whispers back, from where her head is resting against Blaine's chest.

"Can I ask you to promise me something else? Not only staying out of that cheerleading outfit," Blaine says softly.

"Okay," Santana sounds a bit unsure, the tremble in her voice even detectable in just that one word.

"Don't allow anyone to ever do anything 'To' you, ever again. It breaks my heart to hear you say it so matter of fact as well."

Santana is crying again, and sobs her answer out "I promise."

"And now we will go clothes shopping 'With' you."

"New clothes will give you something to fall back on," Kurt adds, "when you feel like there is no ground to stand on, you can always rely on being kept together yourself at least."

"I never understood why you love clothes so much Kurt," Santana says letting go of Blaine and walking over the hug Kurt, "I think now I do," she says as she wraps her arms around him.

A/N:

For now a one-shot. But definitly has potential for much more, and my mind is already bugging me about that more. This is basically because I really miss Klaine and Santana on the show so far, and yeah, someone has to make up for it. I had great fun writing this, writing Santana is always fun for some reason, and I would really like to give her character some more depths. Should I write on? What do you guys think? Addie117? Thank you for reading!