A/N: Don't worry, I'm not dead! I've just been really busy this past week and I couldn't bring myself to write. :( Oh well, I'm back.

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The Lonley Heart's Dinner had been a complete and utter SUCCESS! They Warblers received many compliments and comments that their competion had their work cut out for them.

"That we do," Santana said, playing with the breadstick in her hands.

"What do mean?" Kurt asked, looking up from his chicken alfredo. (On whole wheat noodles of course, that boy was nothing if not a health freak.)

"The New Directions are going to have to work extra hard if we want to beat the Warblers," Santana replied, stabbing hear pasta with more ferosity than usual.

Kurt scoffed and rolled his rolled his eyes. "We're nothing compared to you guys. The only singer is Blaine and I'm sure the judges are going to realize that and not like it. I actually hope that we don't make it to nationals so that it will put the council and Blaine in their place. Besides the New Direction's only problem is when you fight to much and that wasn't to much when I was there. Has that changed?"

It was Santana's turn to scoff. "Hell yes," she said, "I honestly think it has something to do with you leaving. All of a sudden, we're all at each other's throats. Backstabbing, threats, fights, agurments, they're all so much more common now. We miss you and I think that's the root of the fighting."

"I miss you too," Kurt said, "everyday and if I could go back I would but I'm not safe. Dalton is suffocating me. Once I get out of that place, I'm never wearing navy and red in a combination again."

Santana laughed. "I wouldn't either. I honestly think the extra fighting was something to do with you leaving."

"Sorry," Kurt said sincerly. Santana recongized the guilty look on his face quickly and took action.

"No, no, don't blame yourself. I just mean that you really helped us stay together as a team. You're easily the most talented person there," Santana said.

Kurt looked at her in surprise. "Are you dilerious? Rachel's the best," he said.

Santana rolled her eyes. "That girl is diluaded. Mr. Schue's constant praise has inflated her already moon sized ego to the size of a planet. And you're better than her with your range, your general likeablity, and the fact that your voice is just so unique and cool."

Kurt smiled. "Thank you Tana, but if any of that were true, why haven't I gotten a solo by now?"

"I have a theory," Santana said. Kurt raised his eyebrows in disbleif but mostly curiousity.

"I think that Mr. Schue always put you in the background because you tie the whole thing together. Your vocals are amazing anywhere and you adjust your voice to keep the rest of the background or the star couple to keep from sounding out of tune. Plus you keep Rachel from completely taking over the club and you encourage all of us to not let ourselves be ruled by Finn and Rachel," Santana said.

Kurt looked as if he was debating whether or not to trust what Santana was saying. What she was saying about trying to encourage them was right. Mercedes acted like she was always on top of things but she was actually sacred of being scared. If it wasn't for Kurt's praise, she'd probably take singing backup for Finn and Rachel her whole high school life.

"Do you want me to come back? Because I would if it wasn't for Karofsky," Kurt said.

Santana rolled her eyes. "What do you think, dumbass? Of course I want you back! But you're right, you need to stay where you're safe."

Kurt huffed and pouted a bit. "I'm so sick of people thinking I can't protect myself. I can actually kick ass if I want to but before Karofsky's threat, I never thought I'd really have to."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Sure, Kurt, you can totally kick ass," she said sarcastically.

Kurt huffed again. "Fine, don't believe me," he said.

They sat in silence just eating their pasta. Finally Kurt spoke up. "Besides, if I left Dalton, I'd have to leave Warblers and Blaine."

Santana rolled her eyes yet again. "Sure, why would you ever want to leave that told you to change yourself?"

Kurt didn't know how to respond to that. Because it was ture, why did he feel the need to stay in a place with such a negative effect on his life.

"I just don't want my dad and Carole to have wasted their honeymoon money for me to come home just because I'm bored," Kurt said.

Santana nodded. "I get that but I also know that the whole point of standing up for bullies and stuff was so that you wouldn't have to be anything less than who you are. They wouldn't want you staying at Dalton if they knew you were changing yourself," she said.

Kurt didn't reply. He knew she was right. "If Karofsky is taken care of, I'll come back, I promise," he said.

Santana immediatly started grinning as wide as the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland. It didn't take a genius to tell Kurt that she was plotting. He rolled his eyes. Let her plot. The sooner she took care of the football player, the sooner they could rule McKinley with an iron fist and bitchy attitude.

"This has been the best Valentine's Day ever," Kurt declared.

Santana smiled and raised her glass in a toast. They clinked their glasses together and laughed.

"You don't make a bad friend date, Kurt," Santana said.

"Maybe we should do this next year," Kurt suggested.

Santana raised her eyebrows. "You planning on still being single?"

Kurt stopped with a look of horror on his face. They shuddered at the thought of another lonley year in unison.

That was a really short chapter for this fic. I've been writing shorter and shorter chapters lately. : / This depresses me. :( Anyway, Reviews are Love (^_^)

Peace, Love, Glee

Julez