A/N:

I would really like to thank everyone for your support! It means the world to me!

This chapter is thanks to the power outage that took away all of my distrations and forced me to take out a pen and notebook (the old-fashioned way :D) and start working on my stories again. I'm really excited for this chapter because there are some characters I've been dying to write (it's my first for some of them too).

A but of cursing but nothing major. Oh, and there's a couple of jokes and stuff about Klaine's sex life but I don't really think I need to up the rating.

This chapter's pretty chill but next chapter the drama starts coming! Excited?

Enjoy!

"I'm back! Did you miss me, Porcelain?"

Kurt stopped trying to pick an especially stubborn piece of lint off of his jacket and looked up. He held up a hand to shield his eyes from the strong late November sun.

"Did you bring me my coffee?" Kurt asked.

The shadowy figure moved from in front of the sun to sit on the bench beside Kurt. She held up the cardboard tray with four cups of coffee on it. Kurt made to grab one but she pulled back with a smirk on her lips.

Kurt sighed. "Of course I missed you, Satan." She smiled brightly at him. "Now may I please have my caffeine?" Before Santana could answer he reached out and grabbed the cup with "NF Mocha" written on it in black marker.

It was completely deserted where they sat on a wooden bench by the McKinley auditorium doors. Only a few cars were still in the parking lot since it was a Friday and school had let out over an hour ago. Even most of the teachers were gone, but the New Directions had to stay with Mr. Shuester for detention because they'd started yet another riot during lunch the other day.

"Jesus, what's taking them so long?" Santana asked, burrowing deeper into her jacket and scarf. Both of their cheeks were turning pink as they waited for Brittany and Blaine. It was in the 60s that day, surprisingly warm for that time of year, but there was still a bitter chill in the air.

Kurt took a sip of his drink and shrugged.

"So when do you start rehearsals?" Santana asked.

"First Monday of December."

Once he wasn't working full time at the shop anymore, Kurt decided to audition for a role in a small, Ohio based Theater Company's production of Les Miserables. He'd found out just the week before that he was cast as Marius.

Santana smiled at her friend. "I don't know if I've said it yet, but congratulations."

"You have," Kurt said. "But, thank you."

After that they sat in comfortable silence, just sipping their coffees and enjoying the calm. They had both had a busy few months. Santana had been working as an assistant coach for the Cheerios so that Sue could take care of her baby and, in all of her free time, helping Brittany with school to make sure the latter would graduate that year.

"So, where are you and Blaine going?" Santana asked.

"Dinner and a movie," Kurt said. "I don't where we're eating or what we're watching; it's Blaine's turn to decide.

"Plus you won't actually be watching most of the movie," Santana said with a smirk. Kurt blushed and didn't say anything. "So is tonight the big night?"

"What?" Kurt asked.

Santana sighed and sat down her coffee cup. "You know, the night when you finally fess up to Blaine about NYADA."

To say Kurt was stunned would have been the understatement of the century. Millennium, even. If he had been taking a sip of his coffee, he would have spit it out in a much undignified manor.

"What?" he asked again. "How do you…I mean…what?"

Santana smirked. "You should know better than to hide anything from Auntie Tana. I freaking perfected the art of snooping."

"You went snooping through my room? Why?"

"I was looking for something kinky I could use as future blackmail and to prove to Puckerman my theory that you and Frodo aren't anywhere near as plain vanilla as you seem. Instead of handcuffs or something equally wanky, I found the letter and strawberry-flavored condoms. Seriously, who even uses those? They taste like medicine. You should-"

"Okay!" Kurt exclaimed, his face bright red from embarrassment. "I get it, okay? Let's just drop it."

"Fine, but be warned, I will not give up until I find something."

Kurt sighed. "Satan, is there a point to all of this?"

"Yes, there is. My point is, are you telling Blaine about it tonight? I mean, it's obvious you haven't yet because then everyone would now about it. Seriously, your pet hobbit has a bad case of mouth diarrhea."

He chose to ignore her comment. It was the only way you could survive being friends with Santana. "Maybe, I don't know," he said. "I'm scared of how he's going to react."

"He'll be fine," she said. All of the mocking was gone from her voice, she sounded completely sincere and a gentle smile replaced her smirk. "He might be a little peeved at first but he's going to get over it really quickly."

"And you're not going to tell me how stupid I was for turning down NYADA."

She shrugged. "If I did, I'd be one hell of a hypocrite. I did the same thing for Britt-Britt, which is exactly why I know you and Blaine will be just fine. And I'm always right."

Kurt smiled gratefully at his friend. She watched his happy, loving expression warily.

"You aren't thinking about hugging me or anything, are you?" she asked, skeptically.

"I'm thinking about it."

"Oh, God, don't. I don't do affection."

"Except for with Brittany," Kurt pointed out.

"Except for with Brittany," she agreed.

Suddenly, the auditorium doors burst open causing Kurt and Santana to jump slightly. A girl with bright red hair in an all-black outfit ran past them, tears in her eyes. A tall, blonde boy raced after her, a dark haired girl close behind him. They disappeared around the corner, leaving Santana and Kurt watching the place where they'd disappeared in confusion.

"That's Genevieve," a voice said from the doorway. They turned to see Tina in the same kind of all black outfit the other three had been wearing, smiling at them. "She's like Rachel Jr. The blonde guy is Evan, her ex and the other girl is Nina, Evan's girlfriend and Genevieve's sister."

Kurt smiled and stood to hug Tina, pushing away all thoughts of NYADA. Santana followed suit. "Well, good to know the drama didn't leave with us," he said.

"It's getting kind of insane," Tina said. "Figgins has us doing all of these performances since our win last year, which means more slushies and more solos to fight over. That's why Genevieve was crying, she didn't get the solo she wanted for Regionals. Apparently, we don't appreciate her remarkable talent or something."

"Wow, she really is like Berry," Santana noted.

Before anyone could say anything else, the auditorium doors opened again. Mr. Shuester came out, greeted his two former students and went around the corner, presumably to find Genevieve, Evan and Nina.

Sugar and Rory came out next, with Sam wheeling Artie out right behind them. Sugar squealed and threw herself at Santana and Kurt, almost knocking over their coffee cups in the process. They both rolled their eyes. They'd just seen her the week before and she'd done the very same thing. The three boys waved and headed to their cars. The rest of the New Directions filed out. They waved at Kurt and Santana, the few that they had spent the most time with came over for a quick hug, and then they all left as well. All of them were wearing head to toe black.

"Where the hell are they?" Santana asked with a huff.

Just then the doors opened again and Blaine stepped into the cool air, Brittany perched on his back, her arms wrapped around his neck, both in the same black as everyone else. Bright smiles lit up their faces when they saw Kurt and Santana.

"Santana!" Brittany squealed happily. She squirmed in Blaine's arms but he wouldn't let go.

"Britt, stop that," he told her. He turned to the other two. "She hurt her ankle at the end of rehearsal."

Santana's eyes widen and she ran to Brittany's side, looking worried. Brittany giggled.

"No I didn't, silly. I just didn't want to walk up all those steps," she said. Blaine's grip on her slackened and she slid gracefully into a standing position. Santana looked proud and Kurt couldn't help but laugh at the expression on Blaine's face. He looked somewhere between confused and annoyed.

Kurt and Santana handed the untouched coffee cups to the other two.

Blaine raised his cup to his lips and took a sip at the same time Brittany said happily, "And I've always wanted to know what riding a dolphin was like." She looked around innocently as the other three cracked up, almost chocking on their coffee.

Kurt recovered first, and wiped away a bit of the brown liquid that had dribbled down Blaine's chin with the pad of his thumb, smiling fondly at his boyfriend and their insane friends. They were so worth staying for.

The four talked for a bit. Blaine explained that Mr. Shuester had forced them to rehearse choreography, in costume, the entire detention as extra punishment. No matter how much Kurt and Santana begged, Blaine and Brittany refused to tell them what song they'd performed to start the kind of riot they'd described. Apparently it was worse than 'Toxic' and 'We Got The Beat' combined.

Finally, the couples latched hands and turned to head to their cars.

"Have fun and try not to make too many babies," Santana called teasingly over her shoulder.

Kurt and Blaine rolled their eyes simultaneously and walked towards Kurt's Navigator without bothering to turn around or reply.

Before they got too far away, they heard Brittany say loudly, "But little dolphin babies would be so cute! Oh, can we make pretty lady dolphin babies?" followed by the sound of Santana choking.

He ended up not telling Blaine on their date that night. Everything was all wrong. The little Chinese restaurant they'd gone to wasn't private enough and the car, while private, seemed way too informal. Plus, Blaine had been so happy. He was gushing about glee club, the solos he's gotten and all of the new friends he'd made. After the movie, when he was dropping Blaine off, the younger boy was rambling on excitedly about the movie they'd just seen. The night was perfect and he didn't to ruin it.

So, he walked Blaine to the door, kissed him good night and even made polite small talk with his parent. Then Kurt went home.

When he unlocked the door and stepped inside the house, he was fully intending on going straight to his room and to bed. He was even considering skipping his skin routine for the night.

"I'm home!" Kurt called out as he closed the door behind him and wiped the soles of his shoes on the doormat. No response came even though Burt and Carole had said they'd be spending the night in and it was far too early for them to be in bed on a Friday.

Kurt stepped into the living room and immediately saw that his father was, in fact, home and was sitting in his favorite place in the house. The over-sized arm chair in the living room.

The normalcies ended there.

Instead of playing a sports or news program like it usually was, the television was off, the remote laying untouched on the coffee table. There was no food or drinks on the table, only papers scattered around and an open laptop. The laptop was Carol's. Burt hated using computers, but when he had to it was always at the shop and always on a desk top.

Burt heard Kurt step into the room and quickly slid some of the papers he was reading over into a sloppy pile on the end of the table furthest away from his son. He slammed down the top of the computer before Kurt could see the screen.

"Dad," Kurt began, watching his father warily. The entire situation was so odd. "Is everything okay?"

Burt cleared his throat and sifted through the papers until he found the one he was looking for. "Sit down, Kurt. We need to talk," he said.

Oooo, cliffy! Although I suppose it may be kind of obvious. Oh well, I can still take comfort in the fact that I have a MAJOR twist coming.

I hope this chapter didn't suck. I have wanted to write Santana and Brittany forever and I hope I did them justice!

I'd like to thank all of my reviewers again! I will be replying to reviews now. I think I have done all of them for this story so far but if you haven't gotten one, you will very soon. And hopefully I'll have plenty to reply to after I upload this chapter. Hint, hint.

Special thanks to njferrell for suggesting Santana. I know Kurt didn't technically tell her but I felt like her alrady knowing was more her style.

Okay, I'll shut up now. Reviews are appreciated! Let me know what you thought of this chapter and any suggestions and/or predictions you have for upcoming chapters.

Until next time!