"So, what's the emergency?" Asked Santana entering Kurt's loft and seeing him pacing back and forth while Rachel was on the couch looking deep in thought.

"Santana! Thank fucking God you are here! I need your help!" Kurt exclaimed when he saw the Latina.

"Yeah I got that part." Said Santana rolling her eyes, sitting in the loveseat. "What's happening?"

"I did something bad. Really bad." He said, fear in his eyes while continuing to pace.

"I told you multiple times, if you need someone to hide a body, it's Quinn you have to call. She has the contacts." Said the Latina standing up while her best-friends rolled their eyes. If only she was joking, but yeah, she already told them that before.

"I know. But this is not this type of problem" he said stopping her.

"Oh", she got down again. "What is it then?"

"Well the thing is, this morning when I woke up I thought about something that I wanted to do and I thought that-"

"The short story, please. Straight to the point. I have something, or better yet, someone to do at home." Cut Santana.

"I did something bad, and Blaine is gonna be mad." He said in one breath rapidly. "What do you do when you did something bad and you don't want Quinn to get pissed?"

"Well, I make love to her multiple times then I make her lots of bacon. But not necessarily in that specific order. Works both ways. And when I say lots of bacon, it's really a lot." Smiled Santana.

"And it works?" Asked Rachel surprised and Kurt too.

"We've been together for six years while everyone thought that we would not hold on more than three months. So yeah I think it works." Both of the Latina's friends shrugged. She's got a point. "And even my mother does this technic like last time when she accidentally broke Quinn's favorite vase. Well, of course not the sex part, I was happy to help her, doing this part for her. Teamwork." Smirked Santana. That was a good day.

"Quinn and her bacon addiction are weird." Said Kurt flabbergasted.

"Yeah I thought so at first but now that it saved my life multiple times, I like her addiction. Have you seen Quinn when she is really mad? That shit's scary." Shuddered Santana. "But mad mad. Not mad like angry sex. Because that's sexy, not scary. Well she is always sexy, even when she is angry but you got my point." She had a sly smile.

"You guys have too much sex." Said Kurt rolling his eyes.

Santana looked horrified. "There is not such thing as too much sex. And why don't you try that? Sex up your boyfriend and go on with your lives?"

"Because not everybody is like you and Quinn!" Cried out Kurt throwing his hands in the air while Santana looked super proud.

"I know." She said with the biggest smile. "And I am sure that my idea is better than Rachel's. Let me guess. Buy him a ticket for a Broadway show?" Chuckled Santana and laughed harder when Rachel throws her a cushion.

"That is a perfectly good idea! Thank you very much."

"And not everybody is like you Rachel." Repeated Kurt. Why he is friend with them, he will never understand.

"You're getting desperate right?" She smirked.

"Well, I thought that part was pretty obvious when I called a sex addicted lesbian and a Broadway diva for advice." She sighed letting himself slide to the ground.

"A hot Latina, blonde lover, sex addicted lesbian, please." Corrected Santana. She is not sorry about that. In fact, she is pretty proud of it. "No but really, if you did not kill anybody, Blaine will forgive you. Yes, maybe he will be mad, but it won't be your first fight and it will not be your last. Whatever you did, your relationship is gonna be okay." She paused. "And if in fact, you did kill someone, well, you have Quinn's number, she is the best lawyer of New-York." She finished with a proud girlfriend smile.

"For the first time ever, I am actually with Santana on that one." Said Rachel who was surprised by the unusually wise word of her friend.

"Why thank you Hobbit."

"Stop it. That's the last time. Don't let it go to your head." Rachel laughed when Santana winked at her. "You need to talk to him. Explain why you did what you did and say that you love him, and I don't think that he will be too mad."

"Talking about that, we still don't know what you did." Said Santana remembering that they do not have a big chunk of the information. And she is curious to know what her friend did that put him in this state. She just wants to know so she can tease him later about it.

Kurt ignored her and continued to talk. "Or, I could bribe Quinn so she can smooth the way for me with Blaine, who is a dear, dear friend to her."

Santana narrowed her eyes. "Don't bring my girl into this, Porcelain. If you are not courageous enough to tell him straight in the face, do not ask my girlfriend to fight your battle for you. Just man up for once."

"Why am I friend with you again?" He asked exasperated even though he knew that she was right, which pissed him off the most.

"I am pretty sure it's because I am awesome." Smirked Santana leaning back in the seat.

"Santana is right. But if you want, we can still ask Quinn what her scheme is for when she knows Santana is going to get angry. If her way does not help you, then you will do like Santana said and directly talk to Blaine."

"Okay, I am okay with that. Call your girlfriend." Sighed Kurt.

"I'm on it." Said Santana getting her phone out of her purse and calling Quinn. After a few rings, the blonde responded.

"Hey babe, when will you be home?" Asked Quinn when she picked up the phone.

"Hey princessa, I am currently at Kurt's, and we just had a question and then I am coming back home."

"Oh. Okay, sure." Santana nodded at Kurt, silently telling him that he could talk.

"Hey Quinn, I just wanted to know, what do you do when you did something that is going to make Santana mad, and you don't want her to yell at you?" Asked Kurt.

Quinn was silent for a few seconds. "To be honest, I make love to Santana many, many, many times and then I feed her breadsticks until she can't walk anymore, either from the food or the sex." Said the blonde in a matter-of-fact tone while the brunette grinned looking at Kurt. They really found their soulmate in the other, he thought.

Rachel was silently chuckling, while blushing a little and Kurt began to dial Blaine's number. "Well, I'm fucked."