I gave truffles options for what I should write, and she told me to go with Santana forcing Kurt to watch a horror movie, leading to Blaine being a protective snuggly boyfriend. ~1000 words, PG-13, no sp-oilers.
The sound of screams coming from the loft actually doesn’t phase Blaine too much as he jogs up the stairs, purposely early to Monday night potluck in the hopes that he and Kurt can have a little alone time before the loft fills with their exuberant friends and roommates. He’s used to Santana and Rachel getting into semi-daily screeching fights about whatever trivial offense one of them supposedly committed, so he figures Rachel’s harping on about Santana drinking her fancy herbal tea again or Santana’s threatening to cut Rachel for using the last of her shampoo.
He finds out that’s not actually the case when he gets to the door.