A.N.: Jesus fucking christ it's been literally years. Anyways I figured getting back into some old hobbies would do me good during this time. And yes, I do ship Blaintana/Anderpez bromance.

Disclaimer: The shows over, what would I want it for?

Kurt was currently pacing around his office on the phone with his assistant who was giving him the rundown for the week. He stopped in his tracks when his cell phone beeped, thinking it was another sweet and thoughtful message from his husband. If he was lucky, maybe it'd be one that was completely inappropriate for work.

He gave a small frown when he saw it was from his other roommate and she seemed to have something urgent to tell him.

New Message From Satan: HOUSE MEETING ASAP!

To Satan: What could be so important at 9 am, Satan?

New Message From Satan: Can you and Blaine please meet me at the cafe on your lunch?

The frown from earlier reappeared when Kurt read the second message from his roommate.

Since when does Santana say please?

The brunette designer politely thanked the young intern who couldn't have been any younger than he was and quickly hung up his office phone in favor of calling his husband.

"Did you forget your lunch again, Kurt?"

"No, I have it tucked away in my mini fridge thank you, but our dear roommate wants us to meet her at that cute little cafe by the house on my break." The taller of the two men explained while repositioning his hair in the large mirror he keeps in his office for such occurrences.

"Oh," back at the apartment Blaine sat up on the couch and paused his selection of "Off Day Movies" as he liked to call them, "is something wrong?" Rarely did Santana entertain them with lunches and dinners unless Blaine was cooking.

"I think it has to do with Rachel coming back, did you see the way she ran from the apartment like it was on fire this morning?" Kurt shook his head in sympathy.

"Well you know that could just be because she doesn't like Reese."

"Everyone who has social media knows that Rachel and Reese have been done for weeks. I doubt she'd even be moving back here if they were still a thing."

"Ah, yes. How could I forget about social media? I can meet you guys there around 12:30 if that's when you're going on your lunch." Kurt smiled at his clueless husband.

"I'll be leaving the office around 12 so that works perfectly. Hopefully Satan is ready to talk about whatever it is that's got her so worked up." With that Kurt ended the call with Blaine and used work to keep his mind off of whatever it was Santana was planning on bringing to the table-literally.

Blaine sat up with a start when the heavy door to the apartment slammed shut and Santana shuffled in.

"Hey Satan." Blaine tried tentatively. The girl looked like she'd been through a whirlwind and it was barely 10 am.

"You know that was kind of endearing in high school, but now it just kind of grates on my nerves Mr. Lady Hummel." The tired Latina threw a fake smile towards her curly haired roommate.

"You know I think Kurt would say the exact same thing to you." Blaine quipped with a sarcastic smile of his own.

He eyed the obviously tired young woman as she dropped her rehearsal bag in favor of toeing off her trainers in front of the door- several feet away from the dedicated shoe tray the couple purchased as an attempt to curb the habit months ago. Santana chose not to reply instead slumped towards her room where the sound of her flopping on her bed made Blaine chuckle fondly. Blaine followed her and swished her curtain a bit to imitate a knock.

"Come in"

"You know as a gay man I take pride in saying that you are way more dramatic than I am, Santana." Blaine said smirking while pulling back the divider. After only receiving a grunt in response from his usually sassy friend, Blaine decided to take a more serious tone with the raven haired singer.

"Kurt told me you wanted to meet for lunch. Is this something to do with Rachel's return?" Blaine crossed his arms tight across his chest and leaned against a nearby wall. The subtle stiffening of the body on the bed told Blaine he hit the nail on the head, or at least struck a nerve with the feisty Latina.

"Contrary to popular belief, everything that happens in the world doesn't have a direct correlation to Rachel Berry." Even though the response was muffled, Blaine heard everything he needed to in her tone.

"I didn't hear a no."

"At this point I'm convinced that you and the other half of the Wonder Twins only hear what you wanna hear."

"Still not hearing that no, San" Santana sighed at the nickname, she knew Blaine was only trying to help.

"Okay so maybe I saw the diva reject while I was trying to get some breakfast earlier and after the announcement that Kurt made this morning it was a bit much for me. I mean it's been two years and she doesn't even have the balls to tell us she's back herself? What the hell is that about?" Blaine didn't really have any answers for her himself so he settled on a shrug which made the Latina groan once again.

"I know you haven't really been happy with her since she moved to L.A. with Reese," Santana couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sound of the man's name. She never liked him and liked him even less when the small diva decided that making a life with him in L.A. was better than the life they were already trying to build on this side of the country, "but maybe this could be good! You guys could talk and sort things out. I know you miss her and it hasn't really been the same here without her."

She couldn't help but sigh, Blaine was right. Again. How annoying it was to live with two gay men who woouldn't butt out.

"I wouldn't even know what to say to her. It's not like I've been a supportive friend since she left New York. I also wasn't particularly keen on the Karaoke Ken doll when they were here making love sick puppy dog faces at each other all over the loft."

"True, but Rachel is one of the most forgiving people I've ever met. All you have to do is toughen up and talk to her, Lopez. Since when is the biggest bitch from Lima Heights Adjacent afraid of little old Rachel Berry?" Feeling that he had given her all the encouraging words he could for one day, Blaine wiped imaginary dust off of his pants and made a swift exit before the Latina decided to turn to violence at his words.

Since little old Rachel Berry made me fall in love with her.

A.N.: If anyone is still out there reading this story, give me feedback please. Should I continue or just let it die like tinkerbell with no applause?

TGWL