A/N: I was totally not expecting to post this so soon, but it practically wrote itself and I just couldn't help myself. Anyways, this is the background story I talked about in It Came With a Boom, but it really can stand on it's own. I still do not have a beta, so please excuse any mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters depicted, this is a work of fan fiction.

"talking"

thinking

Enjoy!

"Lady!"

Kurt started at the sudden shout, eyes snapping over to his curtain just as it was drawn-back, "What do you want, Cruela?"

"Haha," Santana mock-laughed, lips pulled into amused grin. "While I appreciate your wit, we've got some serious talking to do." The young woman made herself comfortable on Kurt's bed without waiting for his response, "You're former lover-boy has beat me twice in the impromptu dance competitions that Madame Lila holds; and this can no longer happen."

With a huff, Kurt rolled his eyes and leaned back against his head-board, readying himself for the argument to come.

"No, don't you sigh in exacerbation at me, Hummellina." The Latina flipped her hair over her shoulder and smirked at Kurt's disgruntled sound, "I'm serious about Frodo. You need to slip some of his deep dark secrets my way, so he'll think twice about showing me up in class again."

"First off," the blue-eyed man snapped a finger at the woman, holding it up as he went on, "you're a conniving bitch—", he purposefully ignored her 'Thank you' and went on, "—that can't stand to lose fairly, so you have to win unfairly." Kurt held up another finger, "Second, Blaine deserves those wins, he practices all the time! Even when he was hanging out with me! And third," when he raised his middle-finger to mark the third thing, he dropped his other two, causing Santana to double over laughing, "what makes you think that I know any secrets about him?"

"Oh, please! Even if you two are dating anymore, ya share—like—the same breath," Santana placed both hands on her knees as she leaned forward. "Now spill, Tinkerbell. I do believe in fairies, seeing as how I room with one, but my patience is running thin."

Kurt glared at her before looking thoughtful, "I've always wondered if you have this list of names to call me every time we talk just so it's always something new."

"As Dr. Cox-esk that is, which I'm flattered, I actually do not. I like challenges and impromptu insults give me that." Santana shrugged and said, "But sometimes a really good one pops into my head and I can't help but use it the next time we converse." Her smile grew sweeter and she batted her lashes, "Now... stop avoiding and tell Auntie Tana what she need to know."

He groaned before throwing a pillow at Santana, "Why do you even care about any secrets I know, Satan? There could be ones that aren't even secrets anymore and I wouldn't have a clue."

"Bullshit, Princess." She threw the pillow back at Kurt, but he blocked it from hitting his face, "I know it, and you know it. You two are still as thick as thieves; and there ain't no way you don't know something." A smirk came over her that actually made Kurt shudder, "Besides, you two were boyfriends. You know all of the really deep dark ones, even the juicy tid-bits that spring leaks in da panties. I mean, come on! I'm not even into penis anymore and B-boy makes my mouth water! There has to be something!"

The blue-eyed young man shook his head, cheeks lighting up like Christmas. Santana was wrong-just wrong. But Kurt could not help but think of Blaine, the even if all he remembered was the Blaine from high school; even then, imagination can fill in the blanks. Especially with the way Blaine fills out his clothes now. He had not gained an extraordinary amount of muscle, seeing as how he was pretty built in high school; but his arms bulged a little more, his clear cut abs visible through his shirt, his chest broadened and—Stop it, Hummel! "G-gross, you're gross!"

Santana just burst out laughing again, leaning down on Kurt's bed on her side.

"Shut up, Cunt-ess!" She's really starting to get to me.

"Ooh! Nice one!"

"Besides, we've been broken up for nearly a year and a half, what makes you think—" Kurt was sudden cut off by Santana, which just caused him to become more and more upset with the situation.

"That right there," she rolled her eyes at Kurt's confused look. "The fact that you still count how long you have been broken up! I'm sure you even know down to the minute. That's 'what makes me think'." Santana's eyes took a soft look and she whispered the next few words, "You still love him in your own way and will always know things about him that others won't." She waited a few minutes, letting Kurt think about whatever he was until he nodded in understanding, "Now help me black-mail Gelmet so I can win. Something that—Oh! Something that no one would think would be true, but is!"

Kurt groaned and picked up the pillow they had been throwing at each other, holding it tightly to his chest as he did a quick internal debate. It had to be something good enough that it would interest Santana into leaving him alone, but not secret enough as to damage the already fragile relationship he had with Blaine... something practically harmless for Santana to know. One thing kept circling back to the front of his mind, something he would rather keep to himself because it was revealing (and Kurt was secretly selfish in wanting to keep this to himself), but he could not think of anything else that was either not good enough to entertain Satan or secret enough. "Back in high school, after Blaine transferred to MK, Finn and Puck used to make fun of the fact that Blaine was short."

"What?" Santana glared, "Are you kidding me? I do that now! Give me—"

"That's not the kind of short I'm talking about, San."

Her lips quickly pulled into a smirk, "So? Guys do the whole measuring junk thing all the time! So what if Hobbit is small all over, it kinda comes with the territory."

Kurt blushed as he shook his head, resting his chin on the pillow while he gave it a tight squeeze and looked at the corner of his room, trying to avoid all eye contact as he whispered, "It's not true."

Santana cocked her head to the side, "What's not tru—Ay dios mio! You mean Blanderson, bowties and sweater vests, is hung?"

He cleared his throat, face heating up again with a bright red blush, and glanced back at the Latina, "He's not short, and that's all I'm saying."

"Damn," Santana practically shouted, eyes wide with shock and curiosity. She stood up from Kurt's bed before moving to her room, the new knowledge she had practically buzzing around her head, "You need to get back up on the horse, Porcelain. Literally!" Her laughter could be heard throughout the apartment for a long while after.

Kurt just let her have her giggles because until she realizes that he had gave her something that she could not really use to tease Blaine with, the blue-eyed man was going to try to finish his song for his theater-musical project. Try being the key word, because now all Kurt was going to do or think of was just how much not shorter Blaine had become since high school. Even though he would try not to because he and Blaine were only friends.

Again, try being the key word here.

A/N: Well, there it was. Short but sweet. Lol. I'm not sure I captured all that is Santana in this fic though, but I channeled as much of her as I could. I'll see about posting something else tomorrow, but I usually post as I finish... so we'll see.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!

Until next time,

Anjel Starlight