A/N: So, like, at the end of this chapter, you might get the impression that this is the end of the story ... It totally isn't. I enjoy writing it way too much to end it, and I think, in a way, it's just the beginning ... So yeah. It's not the end.

And if this Authors Note doesn't make sense, I'm sorry. It's because it's 3:29am, and I've been awake since midnight last night, but, hopefully the chapter makes sense! Okay, enough rambling! I'll let you get on with it!(:

I get a text from Brittany as I walk home. It simply says: "I'm sorry." I delete it with a shrug. I can't deal with her dramas right now - she's a minor detail in my messed up life. And, to be honest ... I have more important things to worry about.

Blaine doesn't reply to me. On my lonely walk home, I think a lot about him. The truth is ... I enjoyed that kiss. It was the best kiss I've had in a while. Maybe ever. I just ... I don't know what it means! Of course, I've hooked up with other peoples boyfriends before, but ... Hooking up with someone's boyfriend that is supposedly gay, and living with me ... Well, that's low. Even by my standards.

The house is silent when I emerge through the front door. I sigh when I see that Blaine's bedroom door is closed. The wave of emotions rushing through me is unnerving - I'm not used to having these kind of intense feelings for anyone. Shaking my head, I walk over to the bathroom. I think a nice hot shower is exactly what I need right now.

For three hours, Blaine doesn't emerge from his bedroom. I eat cereal and sit in front of the TV in my pyjamas. More than once, I catch myself staring wistfully at Blaine's bedroom door. I groan, and switch the TV off. What am I turning into? I'm not the kind of girl who sits around waiting for the guy to make the first move. I don't wait. I do.

"Fuck it," I mutter, walking across the room. I don't knock before I burst through his bedroom door. Blaine is laying on his bed with his headphones in and his arms over his face. I can't help it as my eyes trail over his body. His white shirt is tight, and rides up a little over his stomach. The skin on his abbs is tanned and smooth. I smile when his eyes flicker up towards me. Already, I can see the touch of embarrassment floating up behind his expression. He pulls out his ear phones and sits up straighter.

"Look, Blaine. Maybe you're just confused," I say softly. I shove my hands deep in the pockets of my pyjama pants, and meet his eyes.

Blaine stands up, walking over to me. "Of course I'm fucking confused," I'm shocked at how harsh his voice is. When he steps closer to me, I don't move away. I don't move at all - he needs to make every move. It's all up to him right now. "That kiss ... God, Santana!" He runs a hand through his messy hair.

"What?" I ask. "What's going through your mind, Blaine?"

He hesitates, his body is close to mine - not close enough to touch, but I can feel the electric energy buzzing between us.

"What's going through my mind?" His voice is slightly hysterical. "You. You and your smile, and your laugh, and the way your hair smelt that morning after you fell asleep with me! All I can think about, is you. And the way you kissed me last night, the way your lips were so soft, everything is so soft, and ... "

"And what?" I prompt him softly.

"I've never wanted anyone like I wanted you last night, Santana." His voice falls to a whisper. He closes the space between our bodies and wraps his arms around me. "For a week, I'd been having troubles with Kurt, I wanted to be in the mood, and get turned on ... But nothing worked. And then you come in here all sexy and angry, and you kiss me, and oh, hello!" I laugh a little, but he shoots me an angry look. "Seriously, Santana ... I cheated on Kurt, with a girl!"

"Now we've established that, what are you going to do about it, Blaine?" I ask, twining my fingers through his. "Are you going to tell me to go? Because I will ... If that's what you want. Are you going to ask me to move out, because you're confused? Or ... Are you going to kiss me again? Have a little taste of what you've been missing for so long ... "

"I don't know ... " He says quietly. "I don't know anything anymore ... "

Although it kills me to do it, I take my hands away from his, and step away from him. "Well," Despite my best efforts, there's a touch of hurt in my voice. "Well, I'll go then. When ... When you figure out what you do want, I'll be in my room."

I turn away from Blaine, before he can see the upset expression on my face. The painful truth is, I don't want to walk away from him. I don't want to spend the night alone in my room ...

Blaine grabs my hand, his grip isn't tight, but it makes me turn back around. "I want you," He whispers. And then, he's kissing me. Just like that.

I don't protest as he drags me in closer to him. All rational thoughts are driven out of my head with that kiss. Blaine's tongue is in my mouth, and his hands are tangled in my hair, desperately pulling me closer to him. I push my body up against him, kissing him harder, and letting out a muffled moan.

With all the discipline I have left in me, I pull away. It takes a hell of a lot of strength, but ... I have to make sure.

My face is just inches from Blaine's. "Is this okay?" I murmur softly. "Is it want you want?"

"Yes," Blaine says with no hesitation. "Yes."

His is placing frenzied kisses on my neck, my cheeks, my lips ... His hands are roaming wildly around my body, and he lets out a desperate moan when I thrust my tongue into his mouth. God, I want this. I've been denying it for so long, but ... Fuck. I want it so bad.

Without breaking the kiss, Blaine pulls me onto the bed, and we fall onto it, keeping a tight hold on each other. I smile when I feel Blaine's hips straining hard against mine, when I feel the throbbing bulge in his jeans pressing between my legs. I roll him over, so I am straddling him as I kiss his delicious lips. His body is grinding against mine, and I can feel that he is desperate for more of a connection - I don't say anything though, I'll take this at his speed. His hands grip my hips, and slowly make their way under my tank top. His movements are bold - full of desperation. There's no time for nerves. I slip my tongue over his tongue, enjoying the rush of thrills it sends to my lower body. His fingers are inching along my bra, almost as if he's unsure of what to do with it ... I suppose he's not.

I pull away, breathing hard. "Do you want me to take it off?"

He nods wordlessly, and within seconds my pink bra is sprawled at the bottom of my bed and Blaine's fingers are hesitantly stroking my nipples under my tank top. I ache for harder contact, but I don't push him. I continue kissing him fervently, thrusting my hips against his, forcing him to kiss me harder. I suck on his bottom lip, letting out an unintentional giggle. I can feel him smiling as he gently caresses my boobs.

"So ... Soft." He moans, straining his hips harder against mine. "So ... Beautiful."

I smile at his inability to speak proper sentences, and push harder against him. He is moaning in earnest now, every time the hard bulge in his pants rubs between my thighs. I'm thrusting against him as we kiss, moving faster, pushing him closer to the edge.

To my complete surprise, he flips me over, so he is on top of me, pushing his body hard against mine, kissing me ferociously. I don't object when he drags my tank top over my shoulders, and presses his lips against my nipple, letting out a moan as he does. I pull his face back up to my lips, pulling his own shirt over his head as I do.

"It's only fair," I pant, before continuing the desperate kiss. Blaine moans at the feeling of his bare chest rubbing against my breasts. I let my hands trail down his back, forcing his hips to strain against mine. His body begins to move rhythmically, as I throw my legs around his back. Pulling him even tighter against me. Although we are both wearing pants, the friction between us is unbelievable. I've never felt anything like this before.

"I ... Can't - " He moans into my neck, unable to finish his sentence.

I pull away, looking him in the eye. "Can't what?" I ask seriously. If he wants to stop, I'll stop. Sure, I'll be left incredibly horny, but if that's what he wants ...

"I can't stop," He gasps, shoving his body hard against mine. The bulge in his jeans is hard as rock against my cotton pyjama pants, grinding hard against me. I pull him into a desperate kiss, running my hands through his hair. He continues rubbing hard against my body, and a desperate groan escapes his throat. "Santana, I'm ... Going to," He kisses me hard, thrusting against me, shoving his hips into mine, grabbing my boobs in his hands. I pull him against me, scraping my fingernails down his back, thrusting my hips up to meet his desperate movements. He lets out a groan that sends shivers rushing through my body, and slumps against me kissing me softly, lazily slipping his tongue in my mouth. I smile to myself. If I didn't know better, I would say he just ...

His head snaps up, there's still a giddy smile on his face, but he says: "I'm just going to put some different pants on."

I laugh out loud as I watch his bare back retreat from the room. Sure, maybe I didn't get my big finish, but there's a first time for everything, and besides ... I'm patient.

When Blaine returns to the bedroom, his chest is still bare, but he's donned a pair of black track pants. He smiles when he sees my eyes hungrily lapping up his bare chest and tan shoulders, although, there's still a touch of embarrassment behind his expression. "Sorry, I - "

"Don't worry about it," I shrug, reaching out and pulling him onto the bed. "You enjoyed it - that was your way of showing it. I enjoyed it too."

He raises his eyebrows. "You did?"

I nod, leaning in to kiss him just lightly on the lips. "More than you can imagine," I say huskily.

"You didn't ... too, did you?" He asks, shocked. "You know ... "

I laugh. "Did I cum? No. Trust me, Blaine. You'd know if I did."

Blaine frowns. "I'm sorry ... That's hardly fair."

I shake my head, leaning against his chest. His arm wraps around my shoulder, and he plays with a strand of my hair. "It's okay," I say softly. "It's okay ... " I let out a sleepy yawn, and Blaine pulls me tighter to him.

I lay against his warm chest, and let myself drift off into a world of blissful dreams ...