Santana walked up to Kurt and kissed him on each cheek, taking her time greeting him. The two were very comfortable around each other, and Santana would routinely touch his arm. To Blaine, even in this casual exchanged it seemed as if Santana felt that she was Kurt's defender.
Eventually, Kurt turned to Blaine.
"Santana, this is Blaine. He is a friend of mine."
Blaine couldn't help the grin that spread across his face when he heard the word "friend" escape Kurt's lips. Kurt didn't seem to notice, but Santana's eyes shifted, looking over from Kurt to Blaine and then back again.
"What kind of friend?" She asked with a masked smirk.
Kurt gave her a warning look, "just a friend. I only met him today."
She nodded, understanding. She held out a hand towards Blaine, "pleasure to meet you."
Blaine shook it carefully, "you as well."
"I was actually going to go out for some coffee, and heard that you had been spotted earlier. I thought I could use some company, but I see that you have your hands full—."
"Oh no no I'd love to come," Kurt quickly interjected. He noticed Blaine's face fall ever so slightly with those words and added, "that is if Blaine could join us. I did drag him here with me, after all."
"Of course," Santana turned around and headed for the door.
Kurt and Blaine fell into step behind her.
"Does she always leave during parties in her own home?" Blaine asked. He winced internally, realizing how judgmental he must have sounded at the moment, and immediately wished that he could take it back.
Kurt didn't seem to notice or care at the moment. "She does, yes. She throws the parties then leaves."
Blaine took Kurt's answer silently and continued on.
Ten minutes later, the three were sitting in a café sipping small cups of coffee in peace. Santana and Kurt were going on and on about an artist Blaine had only heard of in passing before. He felt too out of place to interject.
Instead he studied his surroundings. The café was warm and inviting. It should have felt too stifling for the heat of summer, but instead it just felt warm and familiar. The tables and chairs were made from a well crafted oak, and the walls were expertly decorated.
"So you're from America?" Santana asked
Blaine nodded, placing his cup down on the table.
"How'd you meet Kurt?"
"It was just earlier tonight. I was his waiter, and we started talking."
Santana raised an eyebrow and looked at Kurt, "You're going for the waiters now? Anyone you're forgetting?"
Kurt gave her a dirty look, "he's just a friend."
She snorted and turned her attention back to Blaine. "So tell me, Blaine, are you a three-letter man?"
Blaine's face twisted in confusion. "I—a what?"
"A three-letter man. Are you—hey!" She jumped in her seat.
"Stop talking Santana"
"What for? I'm just making this easier for the both of you!" She shot back at Kurt.
"I didn't ask for your help," he grumbled into his cup.
Blaine sat there, his eyes going back and forth between the two as the argued in front of him.
"I'm sorry, what were you trying to ask me?" he finally said, cutting in between what was looking more and more like it was going to turn into a physical fight.
Kurt looked about ready to tear the dark haired woman's hair off, but she turned to Blaine instead.
"Are you homosexual?"
Blaine nearly choked on his coffee, and managed to spill some from his cup onto the table. He took his time grabbing a napkin and wiping up the spill on the table. When he looked up Santana was still staring at him, waiting for an answer to her question.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
She sighed heavily "Are you gay, homosexual, do you like to do the unspeakable underneath the sheets with men?"
Blaine had never felt his face get warmer than it did at that moment. His shirt suddenly felt too tight and he felt as if the few other patrons in the shop were listening specifically to him.
"I um, no. Yes. No." He paused, breathing a little, "I'm not sure?" He asked more as a question.
Santana rolled her eyes, "that means you probably are."
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. Kurt looked horrified, worried that Santana might have managed to scare off one of the few people that he didn't have a problem being around lately.
Kurt suddenly stood up in a rush, looking a little flushed and very flustered. "I think that's enough questioning for tonight. Santana is was nice seeing you," he forced out.
He pushed in his chair and looked at Blaine
"And uh, Blaine. If you would like to, would you like to join me?" Kurt seemed to be in a great deal of distress, unraveling in front of Blaine. Gone was the quiet, thoughtful man Blaine had gotten to know in the past few hours, and instead he was replaced with someone as nervous as a school boy.
Blaine placed his coffee down on the table and stood up, "Yes, I'll come." He offered and curt, uncomfortable nod to Santana before following Kurt out of the door. Behind them, Santana calmly finished off her coffee and smiled after them, somewhat proud of what she had just done.