*This is starting to get less and less like an actual episode of Glee and more and more like fanfiction but I like it so I don't really mind! I hope you like it too!

*I don't own Glee. But name your price, Ryan Murphy.

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It was a normal Wednesday the day Blaine sat in the library alone, trying to remember the finer points of the chapter of The Scarlet Letter that he had just read, and absorbed none of. At least, it was a normal Wednesday until he found himself no longer alone, but it the company of Santana Lopez. He looked up at the novel, confused, for a few moments as she made herself comfortable in the chair directly across the small table he was sitting at.

"Umm, hello?" Blaine stared at her, still very confused.

"Hey there, Bilbo." Santana did not look at him but instead focused all of her attention on her fingernails.

"Can I- Do you need something?"

"Actually," Santana sighed, "yes." Her face softened as she let out a breath and looked directly into Blaine's face. He set down his book, suddenly very invested in whatever she needed. "I was wondering if we could…talk." Blaine raised his eyebrow.

"I'm really sorry, Santana, but I'm actually quite happy with Kurt. Not to mention, you get a little too much in the chest area to be of any real interest to m-"

"Ugh, Anderson! Puh-lease. Like anyone would be stupid enough to think you'd even open the door for anyone but Hummel. No, that's not what I want to talk about." Blaine blushed at her allusion to his whipped-ness and looked down at the table. "I need to talk to you about…Dave." Blaine's head shot up.

"What about him?" Blaine growled. He wasn't completely over Karofsky taking advantage of Kurt for the second time, and wasn't ready to be sympathetic towards his "girlfriend troubles" any time soon.

"Don't pretend like you don't know," Santana whispered, eyebrows twisted angrily.

"Pretend I don't know what?"

"That he's gay." She hissed the last word like she was angry at Blaine for making her say it out loud, which she probably was. Blaine looked at her with a blank stare.

"Wait," he breathed, "you know?" He looked at her stone serious face. "You knew and you still went out with him? But…but…why?" Santana glared at him for a few moments, not speaking, before she finally relaxed.

"Because we're both trying to keep the same secret." She looked up at him, straight in the eyes, to make sure he understood. They shared a gaze for a moment before Blaine gave a short nod.

"You want to go get some coffee after school? Finish…talking?" he asked, softly. She nodded as her faced reddened, and before he could get in another word, she was up and leaving, wiping furiously at her cheeks.

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They sat on a bench outside the Lima Bean together after school, drinking their coffee and talking; Blaine with medium drip and Santana with classic black.

"So, Kenickie, tell me. When did you know?" She look a long gulp from her steaming mug as Blaine tentatively blew on his.

"That I was gay?" She nodded. "I was probably ten years old. My best friend Keri had a boyfriend- or whatever they're considered when you're ten- and I got all jealous. And I thought, at first, that it was because I liked Keri but um, it…wasn't." Blaine smiled sheepishly up at Santana as she let out a cackle. When she finally settled down Blaine spoke again. "What about you?" She stiffened in her seat and stared into the contents of her cup.

"I'm still not sure. That's why I'm asking you." She grew quiet again and Blaine watched her for a few seconds before voicing what he had suspected for awhile now.

"It's Brittany, isn't it?" he asked softly. Her eyes widened and she looked at Blaine without panic etched all over her face.

"Who- How- What makes you say that?" Santana finally managed to spit out. She looked furious.

"Just a feeling I guess. And the way you look at her sometimes. Kurt used to look at me that way all the time, before we got together. But don't worry," he said quickly as he saw her getting progressively more and more freaked out. "I don't think anyone else has figured it out."

"I love her," Santana whispered, picking at the styrofoam of her cup.

"Does she know?" He said it gently, but she automatically stiffened and looked angry.

"Yeah."

"…And?"

"And she blew me off. For Vanilla Crushed Ice. But she's my best friend, and I can't lose her. I- I barely know what or who I am, much less what she wants or who she is, but I know I love her. Does that even make sense?" She looked at him, almost desperate.

"Of course it does," Blaine said, placing a hand on her knee. She raised one eyebrow dangerously high and glowered at him before he released it, looking embarrassed. "Ok, so we're not at that point in the friendship yet. Message received." She hummed a laugh to herself before they went quiet again.

"Look, it's not like I'm gonna be waltzing around in a pant suit singing Melissa Etheridge tomorrow, but over the summer I…experimented." She looked at Blaine with a coy grin.

"And what exactly were your results?" He waited until she was midway through her next swig of coffee before asking his next question. "Chicks or dicks?" He barked with laughter as Santana did a perfect spit take at an innocent squirrel bystander not four feet away. She joined him in laughing as the poor squirrel ran back to his tree, probably sporting semi-serious burns.

"Between you and me, I picks the chicks e'rry day of the week. I never want to see another dick ever again." They both leaned back on the bench, watching other squirrels as they sipped what was left of their coffee.

"Suit yourself," Blaine chided. "Leaves more for me, I guess." And with that, whatever was left of Santana's coffee promptly attempted its escape through her nose.

A/N – This is just a little thing I wrote to ease into new plot arcs around the last one. I really want a Blaine/Santana friendship! More to come soon I hope! Review and tell me what you like, don't like, are looking forward to, whatever!

Ps – Title is a Melissa Etheridge song, but that's not super relevant to the story at all.

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