Next chapter… took a damn long time to figure out what to do with this one. I honestly have no idea, all that I know is I wanted it to seem… cool and funny but wasn't sure on whether I wanted the couplet to start in here or not… anyway! Here's the next chapter… put together just now… so it may not seem so great ^^"

Disclaimer: Don't own Glee, you know the story so… yeah.

Kurt saw the piece of paper and saw that it was in paragraphs, Santana's hand writing, and had words full of emotion. He set down the binder and folders on the small couch he had been sitting on earlier and started to turn all his focus onto the piece of paper.

His eyes skimmed the writing and he went back over to read carefully. Was it strange that he was so interested? It all had so much meaning, and he soon realized it was something that he was feeling. It was so confusing to him; he didn't know whether it was a coincidence or if there was a reason behind why she wrote it. What exactly was going on?

Before he could figure out more about it, Santana came back into the room. She walked in with a small roll of paper towels. Before he could figure out what the note exactly meant, she started walking toward him.

"I got some paper towels," she started but when she looked up, she stopped. Santana noticed the familiar paper in his hand. "Uh…" was all she could say.

Kurt turned his attention from the paper and looked up at her.

"I can explain," Santana said again hoping it wouldn't seem weird. Kurt folded his arms slightly with his hand still holding the paper in his sight. Santana sighed to herself and started to clean the table where the drink had spilled. "It was for my creative writing class," she started and turned her eyes to see if his expression had changed or not, "that is until I realized I wrote about the wrong thing," and gave a small laugh turning her attention back to her task.

"It's still good," Kurt said looking down at the paper.

"Thanks," she smiled finishing cleaning the table. She sighed in relief that the whole creative writing excuse worked. After a quick breath, she turned around to face Kurt with a smile. He skimmed over it one last time and handed it back to Santana with a small smile.

She took it from him and mouthed a thank you. "So should we…," Santana started with a questionable voice.

"Get back to work?" Kurt finished for her. And she nodded. "Sure, the place is cleaned up and all so I don't' see why not," he explained and sat down where he was sitting before. He patted the place next to him on the couch motioning for Santana to sit down next to him.

Santana nodded and made her way to sit next to him. "Okay, then we can work on ideas for the Gaga song I was taking about-" her voice stopped before the end of her last word. Kurt wrapped his arm around her shoulder pulling her close so that her head was lying against him. Santana was shocked once she realized that she was lying on his chest with her head underneath his chin. It was hard to believe was actually happening.

"Uh..." was all she could make out. It was all until her mind told her to shut up… for two reasons, one, she didn't have anything to say, and two, she would just ruin everything.

"I think you really need this more right now," Kurt said to her bluntly. She wasn't sure on what he meant, but she didn't care.

Santana was just there in his hold. Kurt with his arm around her shoulders keeping her in place, and the other was resting on the arm of the couch. Santana couldn't move, and didn't look up to see Kurt face to face, but looked down instead. If she were to look up, she would have realized that both of their faces were covered with blush.

Kurt held her in his embrace, and ignored the feelings he was getting and looked down and away from her. His heart was racing in a different pace than usual, he felt like as if a part of his stomach was just warm and fuzzy, and not only that, but he felt that his face was just burning with blush. It was the last straw when he could have sworn he heard his heart beat.

It was all too obvious to him now. He had feelings for Santana, which were stronger than he thought they once were. You think you know yourself, but at times like these, you can be surprised. He wasn't sure on anything else, so just enjoyed what was going on right now.

For now, they just lay there… the world around them disappeared… but one thing that was hidden from both of them was how much they wanted to kiss one another.

That's all… you can totally tell that I had no time to think about this and just wrote it down right? Anyway, hope it wasn't too terrible. Now really bad writer's block, help please! I need so suggestions on what to do next!