Amends
Basically this is my version of the Kurt/Santana scene that was definitely missing from 6x03- Jagged Little Tapestry. SPOILERS WARNING FOR SEASON SIX.
Kurt sat in the auditorium, his sheet music splayed haphazardly across the floor, strewn in so many different directions that he was finding it hard to organise. He wanted to sort them alphabetically and then cross-reference them by genre, but too much was going through his head. Between Brittany's news of Blaine and Karofsky moving in together and Santana's (admittedly brilliant) rainstorm of insults belittling him, there was no room for sheet music. And there was always room for sheet music. He needed to apologise to Santana, as he now realised that he was completely out of line, so he called her a while ago and left a message for her to meet him on the stage. She wasn't there yet, but Santana was always fashionably late. Kurt wondered if everything she had said was in fact true. Was he intolerable? Would he ever find somebody to tolerate him? Did things with Blaine fall apart because he wasn't good to be with?
A voice came from behind him. "Your sheet music collection looks like Patti LuPone just threw up." Santana's blunt tone was recognisable anywhere. Kurt scrambled to his feet and addressed her.
"Santana. I'm really glad you came. I really needed to talk to you."
She raised an eyebrow. "So talk. I'm listening."
"Okay. Uh, well first, I'm so sorry I interrupted the first moments of your engagement just because I'm bitter about Blaine and Karofsky being together."
"I'm with you on that one, it's completely gross." She smirked.
"Right? Tina thinks they're cute."
"Well, she is Tina." Kurt nodded in agreement.
"Secondly, I am supportive of you and Britt. I was thinking about it all night and you two are truly meant to be together. You're soulmates if I ever knew any. Two people who were created to find each other. And that's rare, so I shouldn't have objected. I only ask that you let me tag along when you go dress shopping…"
"Well, you do have a good eye. Speaking of, now it's my turn. I'm sorry. For about 20% of the things I said to you the other day. Most of it was true, but some it was out of line. You're not intolerable. If you repeat this, it didn't happen, but I kinda enjoy your company. So yeah, I'm sorry. But can I ask, what the hell is it with you the elderly?"
"They're just really cute, okay? And doing Peter Pan was a lot of fun!"
"I'm sure it was. I find it highly ironic that a retirement home put on a production about not growing up."
"Well I didn't quite get that, but it was adorable! You don't have to apologise, by the way. You were right. There were some parts I didn't understand, but you hit the nail on the head."
"My insults were flawless, how could you not understand them?"
"A more feminine Quinn Fabray? Really?"
"Absolutely."
"So that means you want to have two rounds of lesbian sex with me?" Kurt smirked.
Santana paled. "I'm going to slaughter Evans."
"Oh, Sam didn't tell me that. Guess who?"
"Oh my god, it was Tina?!"
"How did you know that?" Kurt said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Lucky guess. I didn't even need my Mexican Third Eye for that."
"So we're okay?"
"Yes, Nancy, we're okay." Santana hugged him with a surprising amount of friendliness.
"I love you, Santana."
Santana frowned over Kurt's shoulder. That was…nice.
"I love you too, Kurt. Okay, this moment is too sappy for me, so let's just never speak of this again."
"I'd agree to that, but Tina already filmed it all from behind the curtain, I'm pretty sure." Kurt chuckled. Santana leered at the girl who had reluctantly appeared from behind the curtain.
Santana walked slowly towards her, like a villain in a horror movie.
"Run, Tina." Kurt called, smiling.
Maybe he would be okay, after all.