(Author's Note - This basically shows that I wish Santana left, not Rachel. To me, it just seems more realistic for the characters, but anyways, enjoy!)
I'm gonna get her out of my head.
"Guess what!" Kurt yelled as soon as Blaine stepped into the apartment. Kurt was smiling so wide that his cheeks were getting even rosier than normal.
Blaine looked around the apartment. It looked like there had been a war: a vase was smashed, papers and sheet music were scattered all over the floor, and a laundry basket had been flipped, sending its contents across the room. "World War III?" Blaine guessed.
Kurt thought for a minute. "You're very close. But Santana's gone!" Kurt exclaimed.
"What do you mean she's gone?" Blaine asked.
"She moved out! Her and Rachel had a blowup and she said she was moving in with Starchild…er…Elliot. Whoever, who cares! She's gone! We can live normal lives!" Kurt said, jumping around.
Blaine wasn't quite so enthusiastic.
"What's wrong? Aren't you glad she isn't going to be running the place anymore?" Kurt asked.
"Don't get me wrong, that I won't miss, but she was fun sometimes," Blaine said.
Kurt sighed. "I guess you're right. But those occasions were rare," Kurt said.
"You know she'll be back, right?" Blaine asked.
"Oh, of course I do," Kurt replied. "But for now, I'm going to go jump on her bed."
"Why?" Blaine asked.
"Because I can," Kurt replied. Blaine laughed and sat down on the couch, leaving Kurt to enjoy his few days of peace, which would inevitably end.