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Who: Dave, John, and Santana
Where: Kitchen
When: January 20th, noonish
Rating: Probably PG overall, M for Dave's goddamn MOUTH.
Summary: Santana suspects things. And laughs. And laughs. And laughs.
The Story: Dave had decided on a whim to make lunch for himself and John that day. He was itching for something spicy, and, after talking it over with his friend, decided to make chicken makhani, an Indian butter chicken curry. It was mildly spicy, and it could be done in a little over half an hour.

He got out his ingredients and started on the recipe after washing his hands and putting on the most ironic apron he could find. Dave was making enough for four people, figuring that he would take some up to his Bro a little later and the rest could be saved as leftovers. The Strider also put on the basmati rice, which would stay hot so long as he kept it covered.

Thank God this recipe didn't need a goddamn grill or an hour of prepping.

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John sat at one of the tables, watching Dave cook with an amused smirk in place. Who would've thought that Dave was the housewife type?

...Not that John was so obviously the housewife type. He just didn't think of Dave like this! Of course, John realized the My Little Pony apron was for irony, but still!

"If you poison me, I reserve the right to smack you."

"Arsenic, pepper, looks the fuckin' same to me. Did the recipe call for mercury? I think it called for some goddamn mercury. Pinch of lead, too."

He literally couldn't leave the stove at the moment, however. Bad things happened to the curry when he didn't stir it frequently, such as burning and fires and an all around horrible taste. Shit, to royally fuck up the curry like that would be about the same as if two inept cooks just threw random shit into it.

Dave was a little bit of a perfectionist when it came to the culinary arts. Only a little. He still had some flexibility for experimentation.

"Might wanna grab some water. Should be done in about 15 minutes."

"Hopefully it'll look like a murder-suicide, if you're that bad."

John rolled his eyes. Like this was going to be so super spicy, right? Dave was probably all talk here.

...Or he really was all about heat and clockwork. That was definitely a possibility.

But John was too stubborn to admit he was worried about the curry being too spicy so he just sighed, "Yeeees, dear." A pitcher of water and two glasses appeared in front of him on the table and he smirked over at Dave.

Aaaand guess who just happened to walk in to hear John's last statement there! Why, it's the understanding and wonderful Santana Lopez, here to get some coffee to warm up.

Of course, part of the reason why she needs to warm up at all could be because she is wearing yet another short dress. It has long sleeves, okay?? That's totally winter-wear.

Anyway. She pauses just inside the doorway and raises an eyebrow at the pair of them. The smirk on John's face was oddly familiar.

Dave had heard Santana. After years of being sneaked up on by his older brother taught him a thing or two about when a person approached.

"Yo, Lopez. Want some lunch?" He spared a glance over at her. "Shit, how the fuck do you guys walk around without a sweater on? It's too cold for that."

John turned. The first instinct that came to him was to smile. The second was to panic.

It wasn't that he'd been avoiding her, exactly. He wouldn't have, like, hidden in a closet if he'd seen her coming down the hall. It wasn't that bad. But he hadn't exactly gone to seek her out in...what, a month?

Shit.

His cheeks colored pink and his smile faltered, but nobody would probably notice, right? "Hey Santana! Dave's making curry."

Well, John. That was certainly an interesting reaction. Santana glances between the two of them.

"Just came for some coffee." After a pause, she adds to Dave, "And I'm from the midwest. We have weather there, cowboy."

"It's sickenin' that you're used to temperatures below 70 fuckin' degrees."

He started adding in the starch and water, keeping up his stirring pace. Shit, he hadn't had curry in forever and this was starting to make his mouth water.

"Wow, Dave, it's not even that cold inside!" John rolled his eyes at Dave. Dave who was his boyfriend. In front of the girl he had internally named Mrs. Egbert on more than one occasion.

Crap. This was such a weird, awkward situation.

Subject change to something less awkward! "Curry will warm you up, though! I bet. Because the peppers are like, hot. And. Spicy."

Wow, that was the least helpful subject change in the history of subject changes.

Dave was acting the same as usual, from what Santana could tell. But John...

Well.

Santana just needed a little something before she was sure. And she was already pretty sure.

So she didn't say anything, just observed as she crossed the room to get what she came for. Ah, coffee. Nectar of the gods or whatever the fuck.

And then it was done. Dave quickly ladled some rice onto two plates, and then put some of the curry on top of it. He put lids back on the pots to keep them warm enough for Bro to have some. Then again, Dave could probably put it in the microwave for a little bit before finding him, too.

He took the plates and sat one in front of John. The other he put where he was sitting. Dave grabbed knives and set them before actually sitting down.

"If you want some, you can help yourself," the Strider told her with a shrug. He did make enough for four.

John's eyes cut nervously between Dave and Santana. There was no denying, he still got that tingly feeling all over when he looked at Santana. But it was just a little warmer when he looked at Dave. Maybe that was just because Dave felt the same way back, and they were just started dating, and he'd actually properly kissed Dave in an instance without a bottle starting it, but...

Maybe he already liked Dave more?

As he started eating-- oh wow, it was pretty hot! --he kept peeking over at Santana. But not like he used to, he supposed. He wasn't admiring how her outfit fit her or thinking about touching her hair or kissing her or anything-- not that he'd been very good about admitting to himself that he ever thought about those things. Instead, he was trying to figure out if she could tell that he was with Dave rather than just with Dave.

Shit, all the quiet probably gave it away though, didn't it? "Uh, this is really good! You should cook all the time, man!"

Oh, John. It was given away practically the second she had walked in. The whole atmosphere of the room alone pretty much confirmed it, and the ridiculously unsubtle way he was acting... Well, there was really no way around it.

Santana took a sip of her coffee.

"You guys are together."

Dave was prepared to do the Heimlich maneuver if John started choking on chicken. Otherwise, he would calmly finish his bite of curry to answer her.

"Bold claim. What makes you say that?"

John's eyes went wide. Lucky for him he was ready to swallow because he really couldn't help the reflex after she said that.

There was pretty much no chance he should say anything just then, so he just sort of...stared at his plate.

"Please," Santana says with well-honed derision. "I can practically smell it on you. You're a little trickier, but him?" She thumbs a gesture at John and rolls her eyes. "He might as well be waving a sign that says dating my BFF, ask me how!"

"Dude, you need to work on your poker face," Dave commented, mostly teasing about it.

"I've got a feelin' that nobody can hide a relationship from Santana Lopez."

"My poker face is fine! She's just some sort of seer or something. Duh. Doesn't she remind you of Terezi sometimes? Totally. Or Rose! Yeah! She's magic, that is clearly the only explanation because I am totally chill over here. Yup."

John shoveled food into his face. Maybe they'd believe that his heated face was from the spiciness and not embarrassment.

Sip.

Sip.

This coffee is tasty.

And John's rambling is pretty entertaining.

Santana sets her drink down to more easily hop onto the counter. Legs crossed, drink back in hand, and observing once again.

"I don't know who those people are, but I'll take magic."

"I can actually buy that Lopez is magic."

Dave would agree with Santana's evaluation of John's rambling.

"Gettin' back to your comment a while ago, Egbert, I wouldn't mind cookin' again. I need to keep in practice or I'll be eatin' charcoal for the first week of bein' back in our fucked up universe."

John had a response to that. Would it even help if you don't remember anything anyway? But it didn't really come out of his mouth. Instead...

"So we're just leaving it like that? Everyone's going to find out and-- and it'll be casual and there's no-- I was kind of preparing for some teasing at least!"

It was probably weird to be distressed about things being easy but he couldn't exactly help it.

Santana sighs.

"If you really want me to come up with some insults, I guess I could. Oh, but first I'll need to know if this means you're like, full-on gay now or what."

"I'm pretty sure the only ones who'll give us trouble are the super religious and or the ye olde tyme fogies, Egbert," he replied with a shrug.

"Still, if you don't wanna make it public knowledge, that's fine."

"It's not that..." John sighed. "I don't know. I guess it just feels like I might be getting off easy or something?" Dave was from Texas after all. "Like maybe I'm missing out on something that makes this...this? Like. An initiation?"

"And-- and I'm into girls too. Just. Saying." Nobody needed to be misinformed if he could help it.

Santana snickers, kicking her heels against the lower cabinets.

"It's not a secret club." She looks John over again, then hops down and walks over to where they're sitting.

"I only have one question for you now."

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