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_{Santana settled herself on the couch in the loft beside Blaine, with two mugs of coffee in hand that she soon placed on the table. “What is up with you? Have you and Porcelain not been getting down and dirty lately? I thought I hadn’t heard your sweaty, man grunts through the curtain. As disgusting as you both are, you still need your stress relief, Katy.” Though maybe not going about asking in the best way, she was a little concerned about Blaine and how he seemed a little down lately. / @pianokeysandbowties + sc}

Not having more than a half an hour without someone coming or going in the loft was starting to wear the couple thin in the patience and nerves departments.  As a result?  Blaine was getting a little more moodier than normal.  By a little?  Try a lot.  But there was something underlying all of that truly digging into his patience.  Because, as much as he liked to think of that as the only excuse?  Their non-alone time was more frequent than he admitted to.  Problem was?  He had no idea how to bring any of it up. Not without sounding like a broken record.  “Kurt and I are doing just fine in the bedroom, Santana.”  Two beats after that lie, he deflated. Slouching and grunting down at his hands he rubbed together between his knees, Blaine pouted thoughtfully before mumbling.  “I lied.  We’re not.  It’s more than that though.  I’m just stuck on what to do.”