Blaine's POV

"Blaine, trust me you look fucking gorgeous with your hair all curly. Plus, you gotta give them bitches something to hold onto." I burst into laughter. Despite the fact that Santana touching me at all makes me weak in the knees, I couldn't help it.

Of course I knew it was weird to be attracted to Santana. Before her, I had never seen a girl that way, ever. But ever since we had become friends, it's like she turned on a light in my head that I never knew existed. I actually find myself checking girls out. I guess once I figured out that I liked boys I assumed I was 100% gay. It was kind of ignorant of me, when I think about it. Love is a person, not a gender. I'm gonna have to write that down.

"Blaine? Blaaaaaine. Blaaaaaaaaaaine. Blaine!" Santana smacked my face lightly.

"Whaaa..?"

"You were totally zoned out."

"Oops…" I need to work on that.

She ruffled my hair a little, freeing some of the curls from their gelled state.

Santana's POV

After we calmed down from our laughter, Blaine totally zoned. And when I say totally, I mean totally. No response. He could be a vegetable for all I know. So I did what any rational person would do. I hit him on the face.

When he finally came out of his weird trance, he was still out of it. Conscious, but out of it.

"Whaaa…?"

"You were totally zoned out."

"Oops…" He reached to rub the back of his neck nervously.

I just smiled and ruffled his hair to free some of his curls.

I opened my locker to get my Chemistry textbook when Blaine walked up.

"Hey, B. What's up?"

He didn't say anything at first, just rested his hand on the small of my back. With the way we're always hugging and holding hands at school, people would think we were dating if they didn't think we were both gay.

I looked over at him and saw that he was looking down, trying to avoid making eye contact.

"B? You okay?"

"So, um, valentine's day is in like a week…"

"Yeah…?"

He moved his other hand from behind his back and held out a rose to me, smiling. "Will you be my valentine?"

I took the rose and threw my arms around his neck. "Of course, Blaine! You didn't have to get me a rose or anything, I would've said yes, you're like the best friend ever and I'd be your valentine every fucking day if you wanted… shit. I'm rambling, aren't I?"

"Yeah, just a little." He said, pulling himself away from my embrace. He held out his arm for me. "Shall we go m'lady?" I laughed and linked my arm through his and he walked me to class. I sat all through chem just staring at the rose on my desk, not caring that I had forgotten my textbook.

After chem, I walked out to find a rainbow monster waiting for me.

"What the hell is that, Santana?" Kurt asked, pointing at the rose I was clutching in my hand.

"A rose?"

"Who gave it to you?"

"What do you care, pretty pretty princess?" Not my best, but I wasn't in a particularly bitchy mood today.

"Is it from Blaine?"

"Look, you guys broke up months ago, get over it. You have no right to storm up here and be a prissy bitch about the fact that Blaine gave me a flower, so drop it."

He just looked at me, his expression emotionless.

"I think he likes you."

"What?"

"Blaine. I think he likes you. I've always suspected that he had a thing for girls, ever since the Rachel Berry drunken kiss incident. Just promise me that you won't hurt him, okay?"

I nodded and walked quickly the other way. Blaine and I were planning to go get ice cream after school; we didn't feel like going to glee since we knew we weren't performing today.

I turned the corner to go to Blaine's locker, to see him not there. I walked down to his parking spot, it was gone. He was my ride. Before I knew what I was doing, I was dialing his number into my phone furiously.

"San I'm so sorry I-"

"What the fuck, Blaine?"

"I… I needed to get out of there. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Blaine I don't have a ride."

"I'll come get you."

"Why leave if you were just gonna come back?"

"I'll explain when I see you; I'll be there in five minutes."

I hung up viciously and looked at the time. If he wasn't here in five minutes, I was gone.

Four minutes later, Blaine pulled up in front of the school. I got in the car and glared at him, waiting for an explanation.

He just started driving, and after two minutes of silence I said "I'm still waiting for an explanation."

"You'll get one; I promise. Just hold on."

He pulled up to an empty playground. He got out of the car and walked over to my side, opening the door for me. I climbed out, letting him grab my hand and pull me to the swings. Now I know what he's doing. I thought back to about a month or so ago, when we were just talking about random things while drinking hot cocoa to warm up from being outside in the snow.

"I love hot chocolate;" He had said. "I swear it makes everything right in the world. It has superpowers. I bet it can fly. I bet it can make ME fly!"

"Everyone knows the only way you can fly is on a swing set; duh, Blaine."

"Why do you say that?"

"It's just common knowledge. When I was a kid I'd always go out to my swing set when I was upset and clear my mind. Works like a charm, every time."

"Why don't you do it anymore?"

"I don't have a swing set."

I came back from my flashback and sat on a swing. He sat next to me. It was pretty warm for February, about 50 degrees. It was still chilly, though. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself, trying to keep warm. Blaine saw this and offered me his jacket, which I refused. I was still too mad at him. He got up and put his jacket around my shoulders.

"So you ready to explain?" I asked.

"Look, something you said when I asked you to be my valentine really got to me." I just looked at him, waiting. "You said… you said 'you're like the best friend ever.' Is that really all you see me as? As 'the best friend ever'?"

I slowly shook my head, no. Of course not. If I didn't have any self control I would've pounced on Blaine long ago.

He stood up, taking my hand to pull me up with him. He stood in front of me, taking both my hands in his.

"Look, San, I know we're the weirdest match in the history of matches, but this works. I don't know how, but it does. When I see you my heart races, when you touch me my palms get sweaty and I get weak in the knees."

I couldn't help but chuckle under my breath at how cheesy he was being.

"No, I'm being serious. I know it's unbearably cheesy, but it's true."

"Not unbearably cheesy; it's about the perfect amount of cheese."

He looked at me for a second with a half smile on his face; he seemed to be making a decision. I looked him in the eyes and tried to convey my feelings to him. That I want him, every part of him. That I might even, dare I say, love him.

His face broke out into a broad grin as he quickly made his decision. He put one hand behind my neck and pulled my face to his, putting the other hand on my waist. I had seen it coming, yet I was completely in shock. It took me a couple seconds to kiss back, but once I was I threw my arms around his neck as he moved the hand he had on the back of my head down to my hip.

The kiss lasted for a matter of ten seconds, but it was still the best kiss of my life.

He pulled away slightly and pulled me into an embrace, murmuring in my ear; "That was definitely worth waiting for." I just tightened my arms around his neck, holding him closer.