Takes place in New York: Kurt, Blaine, and Santana have the loft to themselves.
Santana and Blaine’s relationship is fascinating to me and there are a lot of different directions that I could have taken this fic in, but after the most recent episode my mind went straight to Twister, so here it is!
~1,000 words of entirely self-indulgent platonic Blaintana snark, complete with Kurt walking in on them.
"This is totally against the rules."
"You bench-press your boyfriend every day, don’t even start with me, hobbit."
"Okay, first of all, Kurt is not my boyfriend, he’s my fiance - “
"I swear to God, Blanderson, if you start talking all mushy about how amazing your gay wonder twin’s ass is - "