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Six Word Story: "Just stay until the morning, please?"

Kurt walked into the loft with a scowl as he slammed the door shut behind him.

He and Blaine had gotten into yet another argument over something so small.

It seemed all they ever did was argue these days.

"Kurt, is that you?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Who else would it be, Rachel? We're the only ones that live here."

After a pause he spoke again, "Sorry, I'm just in a bad mood. I don't mean to lash out at you. Are you okay, you sound like you're out of breath."

"I'm fine, don't come in here!" Rachel called out quickly as she heard Kurt's footsteps become closer.

Kurt paused outside of the girl's curtain as he listened to the hushed whispers and rustles, "Why? Is someone in there with you?"

"Don't be silly, Kurt! I've just finished doing a work-out video and I'm changing out of my sweaty clothes." Rachel said brightly.

Kurt narrowed his eyes as he made his way back over to the living room and sat down on his chair, not believing what his roommate was saying.

"If you do have someone in there I hope you know I'm not going anywhere so they're better off coming out now rather than later."

"It's not Sam, is it? Or Brody?" He asked, hoping to be wrong.

Rachel walked out from behind her curtain and joined him in the living room, "I don't have a boy in my room, you can go look if you don't believe me."

Kurt took in the singer's tousled hair and flushed face, "Alright, maybe you were doing your cardio." He said slowly, waiting to see if relief would wash over Rachel's face.

When she stayed neutral, Kurt decided he was being paranoid.

"So Blaine and I got into another fight. He says it's time we move in together because we've lived apart long enough."

"He thinks since it's just you and I living here there's plenty of room for him and that there's no excuse he shouldn't move back in."

Rachel nodded along, "I agree that right now there's room for him, but what if Santana comes back?"

Kurt scoffed, "Rachel it's been months, I hate to break it to you but I don't think she's ever coming back."

"Though I am ashamed to say I've been using that as an excuse as to why he can't move in. I just think we still need our own separate spaces right now."

Rachel patted Kurt's leg softly, "I completely agree. I mean, he is in most of your classes and you're around each other all day. I think living apart is the right thing for now."

Kurt smiled as he stood, "Thanks, Rachel. I think I'm going to go see if Elliot wants to go to Callbacks, wanna come?"

Rachel shook her head and pulled her legs up underneath her on the couch, "I think I'm going to stay in tonight. You have fun though."

Kurt nodded as he left the apartment, sending one more smile Rachel's way before the door slid closed behind him.

Rachel let out a deep breath as she laid her head to rest on the back of the couch, listening to the clicking of heels across the wooden floor with a smile as they stopped in front of her.

"That was a close one." Santana said as she sat down beside Rachel.

Rachel grinned, "It was exhilarating, wasn't it? I can't believe he fell for it, my acting must be better than I give myself credit for."

"You're amazing, quit selling yourself short...which I know must be hard for you, considering your height and all." Santana teased as she tugged on the singer, cuddling her to her side.

Rachel rolled her eyes as she made herself comfortable, laying her head on Santana's chest with an arm draped across her stomach.

"Our height difference is barely noticeable." She mumbled as she drew little patterns on the fabric of Santana's dress.

"Totally noticeable." Santana argued back playfully.

"I better get going before Lady Hummel comes back and catches me here, I'm so not ready for my cover to be blown. I dig laying low."

Rachel turned her head and sent a pout Santana's way, "Just stay until the morning, please?"

"Kurt won't even be back until tomorrow, he always stays over at Elliot's when they go out." She pleaded, tightening her hold on the other girl.

"You know, if someone told me all those months ago when I left with Britt to Lesbos that I'd come back to New York and end up with Rachel Berry I probably would have went all Lima Heights on them." Santana said thoughtfully, rubbing Rachel's back softly and playing with the tips of her hair.

"Our sexual tension was off the charts, Santana. It was just bound to happen sooner or later." Rachel stated matter-of-factly.

Santana chuckled and looked down at the singer in her arms, "Oh really? So throughout our entire argument you were thinking about how we would get our sweet lady kisses on eventually?"

"Yup." Rachel said simply as she turned to make eye contact, popping her 'p' for emphasis.

"Wanky." Santana smirked.

"You are too cute. All of those little Rachel Berry-isms I used to hate are becoming my favorite things." She added softly, her eyes shining in adoration.

"Does this mean you're staying the night?" Rachel asked hopefully.

"I'd love nothing more." Santana said earnestly.


Kurt returned home a little after three in the morning with a very intoxicated Blaine.

"Kurt, you know. I love you. You know that?" Blaine slurred as Kurt eased him onto the couch.

"I love you too, Blaine, but if you don't keep it down you'll wake Rachel and we both know how scary that is." Kurt said quietly as he worked to take Blaine's coat and scarf off.

"Yeah, she's kinda scary when she's angry. She would make Sue Sylvester proud." Blaine said as he stumbled into Kurt's room, crashing into the shelf and knocking stuff over in the process.

Kurt flinched at the loudness, "Damnit, Blaine." He whisper yelled at his fiancé.

Kurt carefully peaked his head I to Rachel's room to make sure they hadn't woken her up, his eyebrows raising in surprise at the extra body in the bed.

Quietly he made his way further into her room, curious to see who the singer was using as a pillow.

"Santana?" Kurt asked out loud in confusion, not believing his tired and slightly drunken eyes.

Kurt backed away from the bed slowly, deciding he definitely needed sleep.

"Kurt?" Rachel asked sleepily before he could make his way out of the room.

"Uh, yeah. I just came to check in because Blaine was sorta loud when we got home." Kurt whispered.

"Is that Santana in your bed?" He asked carefully.

Rachel froze, fully awake now.

"Yeah." She said finally after a long pause.

"I have a lot of questions about...whatever this is, but I'm drunk and tired right now so I'm going to bed." Kurt said as he turned to leave for the second time.

"Don't think you're getting away with this." He added before walking out.

Poking his head in one last time, "She was totally here earlier, wasn't she?"

Rachel closed her eyes as she made herself comfortable once again, breathing in the scent of her lover.

"Yes." She said simply as she gave Santana a little squeeze.

Kurt nodded, unable to find the right words.

"Well, goodnight then." He said as he disappeared into his own room, grunting about what a strange night he was having.

Santana shifted underneath Rachel, "My cover has been blown and it's all your fault." She mumbled with her eyes still closed.

Rachel hummed in response, shifting with Santana's movements.

"It was worth't." She mumbled, gripping onto Santana's hoodie as she buried her face against the girl.

"I'm not answering any of his questions so have fun dealing with it on your own." Santana said stubbornly.

"M'kay, baby." Rachel mumbled as her breathing became more and more even.

"Ugh, I'm going to have to answer his questions." Santana groaned as she pulled Rachel closer, knowing fully well she'd do just about anything for the tiny diva in her arms.


The next morning Santana carefully detached Rachel from her arms and slid her way out of bed, she could have stayed there all day if it weren't for her bladder.

As she made her way across the loft she caught sight of Kurt sitting at the table, praying she was out of his line of vision.

"I can see you, don't even think about pretending I don't." He said plainly as he watched her.

Santana sighed, "I thought you'd sleep in after your crazy night."

"Couldn't sleep. My roommates looking ever so together kept me awake." He said as he stared blankly into his coffee.

Santana rolled her eyes as she made her way into the bathroom, taking her time to avoid Kurt.

Deciding she had spent enough time in there she slowly made her way back into the kitchen and sat down across from the boy.

"Let's get this over with, Porcelain."

"So you and Rachel..I mean, I guess I'm just confused. I don't know where to start. Did you have a nice vacation?" He asked.

At Santana's glare, he decided it was probably best to not beat around the bush.

"I guess we can start with asking when you got back?"

Santana shrugged, "Five months ago. Next question."

"Five months ago?! Where the hell have you been? Why haven't I seen you at work, or even here? This is your home, Santana!" Kurt exclaimed loudly.

"Oh is it my home? Because when I got back the entire McKinley population was living here." Santana said angrily.

"I came back, noticed this place was clearly full and found my own place...with Rachel's help."

"And I work almost every single day, not my fault you haven't been. Don't want Blaine to steal that from you too?" She asked tauntingly, knowing how much the boy has been getting on Kurt's nerves.

Kurt's eyes widened at Santana's rant, "Keep your voice down, Satan."

"How dare you judge my life. Why don't you take a look at yours, Santana. What, it didn't work out with Brittany so you had to come back here and seduce Rachel? Is this all some ploy to destroy her?"

Santana stood abruptly, a hard glare on her face as she leaned across the table.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Kurt." She said lowly, a growl in the back of her throat.

"I hit it spot on, didn't I? Brittany decided she actually did like MIT and went back, and poor Santana got thrown aside, again." Kurt said, meeting Santana's glare with one of his own.

"Kurt," Santana warned.

"I just don't understand how Rachel fits into this still. I mean, why her? So you can break her right before her show starts and get the last laugh?" Kurt asked.

Before Santana could swing at him, two tiny arms circled around her from behind, trapping her arms.

Kurt raised his eyebrows at how quickly Santana seemed to relax.

"Don't, Tana. Kurt has too much built up anger and he's, very wrongly might I add, taking it out on you." Rachel said, sending a pointed look Kurt's way.

"And Kurt, do you really think I would be so stupid to jeopardize my career? You may not understand this, but you don't have to." She said as she loosened her hold on the girl.

"And...one more thing, if it's okay with her, I think I'm going to move in with Santana." Rachel said as she bit her lip.

Santana spun around quickly so she was facing Rachel, "Really? You mean it?"

Rachel grinned and nodded, "Now that Kurt knows you're here there's no point in laying low. I want to fall asleep and wake up with you every day."

"I know you're not ready, and you're scared, but I want to help put you back together. Fully. Just me and you."

Santana nodded hesitantly and hugged Rachel closely.

"I just want you to know I'm not like her, I'm not going anywhere and nothing is going to change my mind." Rachel whispered.

Kurt watched the scene in front of him closely, noticing how much more guarded Santana seemed.

"I'm sorry, Santana. Rachel was right, I do have a lot of built up anger, and I'm sorry I took it out on you. I guess I was just hurt that you've been back for so long and Rachel's the only one that knew. I thought we were all friends." Kurt said.

Santana turned so she was facing Kurt again, "It's nothing personal, Hummel. I just knew how many people from high school were in the city now and I didn't want to deal with the sympathetic looks and whatever else."

"It was just better for me when everyone thought I was still ignoring the world with Brittany...and not because I'm ashamed to be with Rachel, but because I don't want their pity about what happened."

"You were spot on, by the way." Santana said with a frown.

Kurt made his way over to his former, two former, roommates, "I'm sorry, San. You didn't deserve that when you worked so hard to get over her."

"I'm still confused though, did you tell Rachel or,"

Santana rolled her eyes as she pulled the boy in for a hug, "Let it go, Hummel. Do you really think I'd call Rachel over you in a situation like that? The dwarf caught me when I came back to the apartment."

"Hey!" Rachel protested with a pout.

"I can't believe you're leaving me, Diva." Kurt said with a frown.

Rachel smiled apologetically, "Well at least Sam can move back in with Blaine and have his own room. I'm sure Mercedes is dying to get rid of him."

Kurt's frown became deeper as he thought about his perfect loft that he had shared with two girls who never complained about the decor and how that was about to become ruined by replacing them with two boys.

"Can I move in with you guys?" He asked, only half joking.

Santana laughed and ruffled his hair, "Not a chance in hell. I don't even know how I'm going to fit Rachel and her ego."

Kurt laughed as Rachel pouted, "I'm glad to see you haven't given up making fun of her. I think that'd be too weird for me."

Santana smiled as she hugged Rachel to her side, "She knows I'm just playing around, I kinda love her a bit."

Rachel's pout turned into large grin at Santana's words, "Good cause I kinda love you a bit, too."

Kurt smiled as he watched the two girls in front of him, he never would have thought they'd work as a couple, but weirdly enough they did.

As Santana leaned down to kiss Rachel, Kurt's eyes widened.

"Wow, hey! None of that! I really don't want to see that, I'm not ready." He said quickly, as he covered his eyes.

Rachel rolled her eyes but grinned widely, "Thank god we have our own apartment."

"Agreed." Santana said with a smirk as she leaned down to kiss her girlfriend.

Kurt groaned in disgust as the two kissed and laughed despite his protests.

They were kinda cute together.

Not that he'd ever willingly admit that to them.


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