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Chapter Thirty Seven

Blaine and Kurt had a really enjoyable and romantic Christmas holiday before, with great resignation, coming home as school was going to start back up again. Once it had the two boys talked animatedly about their holiday, telling everyone how wonderful it was and quite literally boring the whole of New Directions to tears. They had gone for long walks in the woods by the lake, played in the snow, skated on the iced over lake and generally had a lot of time alone together in the cabin. They both felt very refreshed, if a little sad that they had to leave, but both very, very happy. Blaine had almost forgotten how things were before the holidays he was revelling that much in his time alone with Kurt. He was definitely going to make sure that he and Kurt got a log cabin somewhere when they were older and married together. It had possibly been one of the best holidays he had ever had, and that included Paris.

The first week back was pretty quiet, with Mr Shue telling everyone that he wanted to propose to Miss Pillsbury. This had meant that everyone was concentrating on that, even, thankfully, Santana. She hadn't said anything to Blaine since she had been back and he was hoping that she would leave her poking around for good. Either that or she had found out and she was waiting for the best time to tell everyone. Blaine was trying to stay positive, however.

He had just finished placing his books in his locker before going to glee when he saw Kurt coming up to him quickly, a frown over his features. He hadn't seen much of Kurt that day as they had not had any classes together and he had been mysteriously absent from lunch. He knew that Kurt had had a girls night in last night with Mercedes and Rachel and if he was coming over to tell him the latest drama in Rachel's life, then he really didn't want to hear about it. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Especially if Rachel's involved. Blaine heaved a sigh as he looked up to his boyfriend, placing a careful smile over his face.

"Blaine, I need to tell you something." Kurt told him breathlessly. Blaine turned to look at Kurt head on, then started walking down the corridor towards the choir room, with Kurt following alongside.

"What is it Kurt? Please tell me it's not about Rachel." Blaine asked wearily and, more than a little hesitantly.

"Yes it is. Guess what my idiot brother has gone and done." Kurt spat out, the venom evident from his tone.

"Proposed to Rachel?" Blaine responded with an eye roll. Nothing was going to change that, not even Blaine's meddling. Which was why he had stayed well away from it. It was better to let it run it's course.

"Someone has already told you?" Kurt stopped, shocked. Blaine placed his hand gently on Kurt's shoulder to comfort his obviously frustrated boyfriend.

"No, but come on Kurt, its Finn and Rachel. If anyone was going to be dramatic and get married while they were in high school its them."

Kurt blushed at this, thinking back to their holiday when he had himself thought that Blaine was going to propose to him. "Sometimes its not that far fetched a concept." Kurt mumbled grumpily.

Blaine chuckled and started to walk down the corridor once more, pulling Kurt gently with him. "Oh sweetie. You will get your fairytale wedding. I swear. Just not when we're both in high school, ok?"

"Yeah I know. And it makes sense, but when Rachel, Rachel of all people is engaged it kinda makes me feel a bit rejected." Kurt looked down at the ground, pouting his lower lip a little in an attempt to get comfort from Blaine.

"Kurt, I can't believe you think that." Blaine stopped in the corridor and grabbed Kurt's wrist, making him stop. "Tell me honestly, do you want this? Do you want us to get married?"

"I just love you so much Blaine."

"I do too sweetie. Why do you think that I'm slugging my guts out to graduate early so I can be with you as soon as possible in New York. It's because I love you more than anyone in the whole universe Kurt."

"I know. God, I know. I'm being stupid." Kurt laughed at himself and gave Blaine a small smile, knowing how ridiculous he was being. One day he would have his perfect wedding with his perfect guy.

"Oh gorgeous. This thing with Rachel and Finn. It's not going to last. Trust me. They won't get married. They will bumble along for the rest of the year till Finn realises that he's holding Rachel back from whatever calling she has and then 'set her free', or whatever, and nothing, nothing, will ever be the same between them again. Do you want that for us? Because I know that I don't."

"You really think that that's what's going to happen?" Kurt questioned his dark haired guy.

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure that's what's going to happen sweetie."

"Then it's a good thing that you didn't propose to me then, isn't it?" The corners of Kurt's mouth curled up further as he took hold of Blaine's cardigan in his hands and leant over to kiss Blaine chastely.

"Yes, it is." Blaine replied, before taking his boyfriends hand and leading them to the choir room.

Santana had known that what Blaine was hiding had been huge, and so over Christmas, when he and Kurt had been away on their 'fabulous' holiday together, she had done some snooping. No, scratch that, she had done a lot of snooping. What she found out was beyond anything that she ever thought she would find. She had discovered that Blaine had been in touch with someone that Blaine called the Lima Bean Man (by looking through Sam's phone without him even noticing). Trying to find this man was no small task and she had had to search high and low for traces of him. Since she didn't know his actual name she had very little to go on and the trail had grown cold for a while. That was, until she spotted someone who kept appearing regularly in the New Directions favourite hang out spots. Trailing him back to his home had been a cinch. He hadn't even noticed that she was tailing him in her car. Since she was no coward she had marched straight up to his apartment and rang his doorbell. When he answered, that was when it had gotten interesting and also totally unexpected. She had kept silent since that day, waiting for the right moment to talk with Blaine about it because there was no way in hell that she was going to reveal his secret now that she knew what it was. In fact, she had decided that she was going to help. She was firmly on team Klaine from now on.

As the New Directions were distracted mostly by Mr Shue's wedding proposal business she found her chance and took it.

"Blaine, can I talk to you for a minute?" She asked in the choir room as everybody chatted about what their director could choose as his proposal song. Blaine, she had noticed didn't seem that bothered by any of this proposal business. Probably because he already knew what was going to happen, she mused. She almost asked him what Mr Shue and Miss Pillsbury's wedding had been like, because there was no way in hell the Miss Pillsbury was going to say no.

"Why?" He asked, sounding very weary, fear spreading in his golden eyes.

"I've come up with a really great duet number to do and I need you to partner me." Blaine frowned, thinking that Santana would probably have preferred to pick just about any other person in the room to duet with. Even Rachel.

"Come on Blaine, it's no fun to duet with yourself. Even if there were two Blaine Anderson's duetting together." She smirked at him as his eyes grew as wide as saucers, his head whipping up to look straight into her eyes. That had gotten his full attention.

"Be back soon hon." Blaine quickly told Kurt, who was deep in conversation with Mercedes, Tina and Rachel, and so barely looked around when Blaine stood up to follow Santana out of the choir room.

Once they had found an abandoned classroom Blaine twisted around and scowled at the girl.

"Whatever it is you think you know. You know nothing." He told her in a deep, almost threatening voice.

"Oh really? Because when I talked with your future self about everything, and lets just say he was very open with me, I got the impression that he told me the whole story. Face it Blaine, I know your sordid little secret. Well, big secret I should say." Santana smirked at the boy as she went to sit on one of the desks.

Oh crap. What the hell do I do. She really does know. Think Blaine, think! "I don't know what you are talking about." Blaine denied, folding his arms across his chest.

"Oh, cut the crap hobbit. I know ok? I know you came back in time to save your relationship with Kurt. I know that if you don't Kurt will get murdered in Paris. I know everything, ok. I know that you haven't changed a god damn thing yet because 'Mr Lima Bean Man' is still around. I know that my genius of a girlfriend basically saved your life, not to mention that of Kurt's and probably Burt's. I know that Sam knows all this as well."

"Shit." Blaine cussed. It was all over. Santana was going to tell Kurt and Kurt would never forgive him for lying for so long. Everything that he had worked for was over.

"Look, Blaine. I'm not going to say anything, alright." Blaine looked over at the girl, his eyes almost slits. She could see that he didn't believe her at all, even though she was being one hundred per cent sincere.

"Why? You have the perfect way to ruin everything. To torture me."

"Because, despite what you and a lot of other people may think, I care. I care about you. You're my friend. Kurt is too. I don't want you both to suffer. I want what's best for you. I do think that you should tell Kurt, but that's not for me to decide and we will discuss that at a later date. I will however, help you out." Santana saw the change come over the boys face as he realised that she really was on his side. The relief that washed over him was palpable as his shoulders sagged and his arms uncrossed slightly over his chest.

"You will?" He asked the cheerleader eagerly.

"Yeah because, lets face it, both you and Trouty Mouth haven't exactly been doing a bang up job in rectifying this situation, have you? I think you need Auntie Tana to help you from now on."

"You're really going to help me?"

"I just said that. Yes." Santana rolled her eyes as the petite boy came over to her and gave her a tight hug.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now I need to go and insult someone before I barf from all this loving vibe that's in this room."

Blaine smiled broadly at her as she left the room, knowing now that Santana really did have a truly good and large heart. His worries decreased so much so that he felt a little deflated by the release of the tension in his body. Thank God for that.

"You know, I don't think any of the songs we've given Mr Shue have been quite right bro." Sam mused to Blaine one night at the Anderson residence. They were half watching some rubbish game show on the TV as they talked about what had been happening lately. Blaine had just finished telling Sam all about Santana and the amazing turnaround of the Latino cheerio.

"That's because you haven't given him your awesome idea yet Sammy." Blaine told him, trying not to fall asleep on the couch he was laying lazily across, with his legs dangling over Sam's lap.

"I have an awesome idea? I wonder what it is?" Sam furrowed his brows, deep in concentration, trying to think of something that good for Mr Shue.

"Yes... Use the pool for the proposal. Pick that Rihanna song, you know 'we found love in a hopeless place...' and all that." Blaine waved his arms about sluggishly as he sang out the Rihanna line to the song before going back to just laying still, looking completely spent.

"Dude, that's genius. I really came up with all that?" Sam replied, incredulously.

"The first time round. Yes you did. So go forth and tell Mr Shue that. Tell him it was your idea as well, you deserve the credit. It was yours after all anyway."

"Cool. Thanks bro. You always have my back." Sam patted Blaine's knees in a thank you gesture.

"And you have mine Sam, you have mine." The boys went back to watching the television again for a few moments, Blaine almost having fallen asleep, when Sam jolted him awake by speaking.

"So Santana really isn't going to tell your secret."

"Apparently not. In fact she said she was going to help me."

"Well, it's better to have her on your side then not Blaine. Seriously, you do not want to get into a fight with her. She would unhinge her jaws and eat you whole, whilst you were still alive and I kinda like you as my best friend. I don't really want to replace you."

Blaine chuckled at that analogy. It was probably true. Santana was definitely not someone you wanted to go up against. Good job he didn't have to.

The next day Sam told Mr Shue of his plan for the proposal and before they knew it, they were all in their swimming gear, ready for them to do their big musical number. At that point, when Blaine was waiting for it all to start, Santana walked over and leaned against him heavily.

"You know, I've been listening in to all of Kurt's girly conversations recently. I think you ought to know that he's really worried about you. He thinks that something really big is happening in your life, but you don't trust him enough to tell you. He thinks he's not good enough for you and that he doesn't deserve you. Just thought you should know. And also, you owe me a very large slice of chocolate cake because listening to him and Rachel drone on is exhausting to say the least. Do you know how many times they mentioned New York and NYADA? Too many to count. Seriously, I nearly slit my wrists."

Blaine looked to her, worry evident in his eyes. He was going to need to do something about what Santana had just said. But what? How could he make sure that Kurt knew for sure, more than anything, that Blaine loved him and deserved him and that he was good enough for Kurt? He needed a grand gesture. Something for Kurt to stop fretting.

"Thanks Tana. I'll get you a big gooey slice of mud pie."

"No probs, curly fry. And I'll be waiting for that cake till it comes." And with that, she turned and walked back to her place as though nothing had even happened between the two of them.

Kurt however, had noticed. He had been watching the whole thing out of the corner of his eyes. By Gods, he had noticed that little exchange. What the hell was Blaine doing with Santana of all people? When had they become such good buddies? Something was not right. That Kurt knew, and he was determined that he was going to find out whatever the hell it was...