After The Notebook ended, Santana could tell that the boys were getting close. She could taste it, and it tasted a lot like latex and lubricant. She pushed the action movie aside, much to the disappointment of the majority of guys in the room. That would ruin the mood. In fact, a horror movie might ruin the mood, too. Or it would push them into cuddling, but that wasn't enough. She needed a movie that would touch their cores.

Ugh, I still think we should watch a musical. Barbara would-

That was it! Blocking out the rest of Rachel's thoughts, Santana got up and hurried over to Rachel's bag, sorting through the DVDs that she knew she had brought. She knew nothing of them and when Rachel started to protest her snooping, she shoved the films into the girl's face. "Which of these are the most sad and romantic?"

Oh my goodness! She's actually showing interest in the dramatic arts! Maybe she isn't just a brainless bitch!

"Well let's see." Rachel beamed. "I'd rule out Cats, Mamma Mia, and Funny Girl. While they are all wonderful, admirable theatrical creations, they aren't exactly overly sad or romantic. West Side Story is a good one, but hm, I think I'd have to go with Phantom of the Opera."

"Alright, good." Santana nodded, snatching the DVD from Rachel and sticking it in the player. "We're watching the ghost one."

"Phantom." Rachel corrected.

"Do I look like I care?" Santana asked.

"Wait, hold on. We've gotta sit through another chick flick? No way." Puck protested. "I'm out of here." Sounds of agreement rose up among the guys, though Blaine remained mysteriously silent on the matter.

"You're staying." Santana replied sternly.

"Oh? And who's gonna make me?" Puck challenged.

Santana rolled her eyes and walked over, whispering into his ear. The boy's eyes widened and a smug, slightly malicious grin spread across his face. His eyes flickered over to the two boys on the couch where Blaine was pretending not to give any fucks. "No way. I don't believe you." Santana gave him a look and the boy sighed. "Alright, we'll watch the ghost movie."

"Phantom." Rachel piped up again.

Ignoring her, Santana played the movie and tugged Brittany back to their own couch. She grabbed a bowl of popcorn and settled in, ready to watch the show.

After an hour, Santana was wondering if this had been such a good idea. The film was boring as fuck with a bunch of people just singing in their high, irritating opera voices. Sure, a few people were getting killed, but it wasn't that great. However, every time she glanced over at Blaine and Kurt, they were mouthing the lyrics and ever so slowly inching closer and closer to each other. Then, there was this one scene at which Santana prayed the movie would be over. The ugly, deformed phantom guy was choking the hotter young man while some dumb bitch wailed in the background. Santana didn't understand why anyone would ever be touched by such a boring movie, but when she turned to glance at the two boys on the couch, she couldn't suppress a satisfied smirk. They were snuggled up together, with Blaine spooning Kurt. He was holding onto the boy tightly and they were both crying a little as the chick walked over and kissed the freak.

And that's when it happened.

I'm gonna do it.

Should I kiss him?

You can do this, Blaine.

I want to kiss him.

Just lean in.

Oh my God, he's leaning in.

Holy shit this is happening.

Santana closed her eyes as an overwhelming surge of emotion rushed through her mind. She didn't even need to turn and look to know that the two were kissing. She glanced over anyway and nodded. The two had sat up and Kurt was halfway in Blaine's lap, sharing a slow, sweet kiss with the boy. One of Blaine's hands was cradling Kurt's face and Kurt's hands were pressed against his partner's chest to brace himself. When they pulled away, Kurt bit his lip and shyly looked away.

That was…

No words came to mind and Santana's eyes widened as images suddenly flashed through her mind. This, this had definitely never happened before. Fireworks and blasts of light and sparkling colors flashed about in her mind and she had never understood something more in her life. It was magic.

Santana grimaced. Way to be cliché, guys.

She glanced back over to find them lying down once more, each with an exhilarated, loopy grin on their faces. Blaine held Kurt close to his chest and Kurt's head tucked itself under Blaine's chin. They fit together like Linkin' Logs or puzzle pieces or something.

I love him.

He loves me too.

Santana chuckled to herself. One kiss and suddenly even their thoughts were in sync.

Even better than the kiss, was when the movie finally ended. Santana was half asleep and was jarred awake when the light were flipped on and someone called out "whoah!" Opening her eyes, she was immediately greeted by the sight of Kurt lying on top of Blaine while they sucked faces. Puck smirked while everyone else just stared in surprise.

"Blaine?" Rachel gaped.

Realizing that the movie was over and that they were suddenly the center of attention, the boy froze and looked up. Kurt blushed bright red, as did Blaine and they quickly separated. Kurt let out an awkward cough and fixed his hair.

Well this got a little uncomfortable.

Ah, shit. I hate sexuality talks.

"Dude! What the hell are you doing?" Finn asked, his eyes widening.

Blaine hesitated, looking around the room, then back at Kurt.

Fuck it.

"I am kissing my new boyfriend." The bad boy replied evenly, wrapping an arm around Kurt who grinned and pinked.

"What? But what about that Cheerio that always flirts with you?" Finn frowned. "Aren't you into her?"

"I'm into guys." Blaine replied simply.

"No shit." Puck laughed.

"Oh shut up, Puck. You only know because I told you." Santana stated, rolling her eyes.

"Santana!" Kurt snapped.

"Calm down. You're acting like I told everybody you're afraid of the dark or something. You get Blaine, Blaine gets you, and I don't have to listen to you two drool over each other anymore. Everyone's happy." Santana shrugged, ignoring the confused looks she received from that last part.

"Well I for one am more than happy for you, Kurt." Rachel beamed.

"It's about time." Mercedes agreed.

Kurt smiled and shrugged, relaxing in Blaine's arms. "Let's just get to the next movie."

Everyone nodded and settled in for a horror movie, the lights going off once more. Santana was finally able to relax and let out a sigh of relief. It was over. The constant yearning and mooning over each other had ended. Nothing but smooth sailing from here and she'd never have to hear about it again. Santana hummed contently and leaned back to enjoy the movie.

I love him so much.

He's so cute.

His eyes are breathtaking.

He's such a good kisser.

He's so strong.

He's so romantic.

He's so beautiful.

I love him.

The END