A/N: I don't own Glee

Chapter 12

Three days.

That was how long Blaine told Santana he needed to make up his mind. As a reward for her not bugging him about it, he promised her that no matter what, on the evening of the third day when he got home from work, he would give her an answer.

Now the day had come and it was dragging on so slowly that Santana was worried she would wear a track into the hallway between the bedroom and the kitchen with all of her pacing. Thankfully Kurt was able to complete all of his tasks and slip away to her house in the afternoon to help her wait out the long hours before Blaine got home.

"Stop pacing, sweetie, you're making me nauseous," Kurt groaned for what felt like the hundredth time since he arrived at her house less than an hour earlier.

"I can't," she argued, continuing her path. "What if he says no?"

"Look," Kurt sighed with a hint of exasperation. "We've had this conversation a hundred times in the past few days, you can't think about that."

"Don't I need to have some kind of back-up plan though?" she said, finally stopping to look at Kurt.

"Santana…" Kurt trailed off, pleading with her with his eyes.

She already knew the answer to that question. If he said no, then she had to stop her plans, for at least a while, or else he'd turn her in. And with the amount of time it would take to develop a new plan in secret, she would more than likely have to get pregnant to avoid arousing suspicions. Then she'd have to figure out how to escape with a baby while trying to figure out how to delay having another one.

In other words, Blaine saying "no" would be a nail in the coffin of Santana's plan for freedom.

"I have an idea," Kurt piped up after several more painfully slow minutes. "Why don't you go down to the garden, pick out some fresh vegetables and prepare an amazing dinner."

"Kurt—"

"No listen," he continued excitedly, obviously inspired by his plan. "Make the best, most delicious dish you know how to make. When he gets home, don't let him tell you his decision yet, even if he wants to. Sit down and eat, have a nice meal, be charming and flirty like we both know you are well-skilled at and then ask him. If he had any doubts before about going along with your plan, maybe you can persuade him with food."

"That's actually not a bad idea," Santana mused. "I mean, I can't persuade him with sex, as we've discovered."

"Nope."

"Okay," Santana continued, a little more enthusiastically. "Yeah, I have time to do that. Are you coming with me?"

"How about I stay here and get the mood set?" Kurt offered. "I'll clean, maybe decorate a bit. I mean, there's not a lot to work with around here, but if anyone can do it, it's probably me."

"That's true," Santana conceded. "You don't mind doing that?"

"Are you kidding me?" Kurt asked. "The last time I got to decorate anything was at my seventh birthday party. Speaking of, do you realize how hard it is to pull off a British royals-themed birthday party for first graders?"

"You are so weird," Santana muttered, walking over to the kitchen to grab her vegetable tote before heading toward the front door. "I'll be back soon, just don't do anything too…crazy."

"You were going to say gay!" he called after her, but the door had already slammed shut. Shaking his head, he got up from the couch in the living room and began walking around, trying to get a few ideas.

"Okay," he mused aloud. "I just need some toilet paper rolls, scissors and super glue and I'll be on my way."

And with that, he was off to the bathroom looking for supplies, determined to make the house a little more domestic and a little less prison-like, at least for a night.

Blaine shuffled slowly towards the entrance of his housing complex. His orientation had ended early and as a reward for him and the other trainee, Jordan, doing so well, they were sent home for an early start to the evening. For Jordan, this was good news. All week when the two of them were left alone to work on a task, Jordan went on and on about how much he enjoyed having sex with his new wife. It bothered Blaine that when he finally snapped and asked if his wife was enjoying it just as much, Jordan went silent. To Blaine, that only indicated one thing, and it made him shudder to think about.

But the real reason Blaine was taking his time getting home was because he promised Santana an answer by this evening, and even though it was practically all he'd thought about in the past few days, he still hadn't made his mind up. His hopes for doing so within the next five minutes before he got to the front door of his housing unit were incredibly slim.

Nonetheless, he decided there was no point in delaying it. Santana would be upset obviously, maybe she'd throw things or hit him or do whatever she felt like she needed to do, but she was going to have to live with the fact that he simply needed more time. Either that, or he was going to say no, and he imagined that once he confronted her with that choice, she'd be more than willing to give him a little more time.

Finally climbing onto the porch, he opened the front door slowly, his head bowed, expecting to face an onslaught of questions from his wife the minute his foot hit the carpet.

"You're back already!" an excited voice from the hallway called, only it wasn't Santana's. "You should see what I'm doing back here, it actually looks pretty good considering my limited resources."

Before Blaine had a chance to respond, a smiling Kurt rounded the corner and came face to face with him. Immediately the joy turned to obvious surprise before settling into a wide eyed, quiet fear.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt spoke again when he found his voice. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at work."

"I could say the same to you," Blaine answered with a nervous smile. When he saw that Kurt hadn't caught his humorous tone, he quickly explained further.

"It was the last day of orientation and they let me come home early," he explained. "So, where's Santana?"

"She's um, she," Kurt stuttered. "She just went down to the garden. She wanted to make a nice dinner, but she didn't have everything she needed."

"And you're here alone because…"

"I told her I would do a bit of decorating," Kurt answered honestly. "This place is just so, you know, bare. I wanted to give it some character."

"I see," Blaine said. "Run out of things to decorate at your place?"

"I live in a closet, Blaine."

Blaine winced. He'd meant it to be funny, but he forgot how small the living quarters were for Infertiles. He was about to apologize profusely when Kurt started giggling.

"Right," Blaine acknowledged with a chuckle of his own. Just like that, it seemed the tension between them was broken, if only a bit.

"So, I, uh…I guess you and San have a lot to talk about tonight," Kurt ventured after he'd recovered from his laughing spell.

"Yeah," Blaine answered with a deep breath. "I—"

"No," Kurt cut him off. "Don't tell me. I'm really bad at hiding secrets and she deserves to know your decision first anyway."

"You're right, but the thing is—"

Kurt interrupted him again, but this time it was with a kiss. Blaine's eyes widened in shock as Kurt's soft lips landed unexpectedly on his and stayed there. After the initial shock wore off, Blaine closed his eyes, matching Kurt's, and began kissing back. It wasn't like the first time. This time it was a thousand times better because Kurt had initiated it and there was no longer any doubt in Blaine's mind that Kurt felt the same way about him as he did about Kurt.

As the kiss deepened, Blaine's hands tentatively found their way to Kurt's waist and drew him in a bit closer. Kurt responded with a slight moan to the feeling of having someone touch him in a way he'd never been touched before. His own hands travelled to Blaine's face, cupping it softly as he granted Blaine's tongue access to his mouth.

After a few minutes, Kurt finally pulled away, breathless.

"What was that for?" Blaine asked dumbly.

"You wouldn't shut up," Kurt answered simply.

"Does this mean—"

"I can't stop thinking about you," Kurt continued, realizing that now that he started, there was no going back. "It scares the hell out of me, but I can't deny it, so if you have to turn me in—"

This time it was Blaine's turn to shut Kurt up with a kiss. It was a quick, gentle one this time. Despite his desire to make out with Kurt until the end of time, what he needed to say to him was more important.

"I'll say it as often as I need to," Blaine assured, taking Kurt's face in his hands and looking him directly in the eyes. "But I meant it the first time. I would never do that and I really wish you would believe me. And I hope you believe me when I say…when I say that I really like you, and that I haven't stopped thinking about you either."

Kurt cocked his head to the side slightly, as if trying to get a better read on the boy in front of him. With a smile, he leaned in and they both gladly resumed their previous activity.

Neither one of them knew how long they'd been at it when they heard an expectant Santana clearing her throat less than two feet away from them. They both jumped back in surprise and turned to face the girl.

"I take it your answer is yes?" she asked Blaine, a small smile playing on her lips.

Blaine looked between her and Kurt several times before finally addressing her.

"If Kurt's in, I'm in," he stated simply. Now he and Santana both shifted their focus to Kurt, who looked beyond bewildered at the sudden change of events. Taking a deep breath, he spoke.

"I'm in."

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