"Well, whatever the fuck it was, I was pretty sure you were going to die, and I'd have to go back to Lima, because I can't afford rent without you. I swear to God, when that doctor told you it was going to be a few more days, you looked at him like you were going to intentionally barf on his face. That would've been one hell of a fuck off moment. But you're right. You've got the struggling artist thing down to an art. But you're seriously not allowed to die. Like... Not allowed. I don't know what I'd do here without you, Kurt. File that under 'Shit Santana never said,' though... Just for the record." She took a sip or two of her own coffee as she sat there, watching Kurt nervously as if he were going to blow chunks at any moment. Santana may have been a cold ice queen of a bitch on the exterior, but the fact was, seeing Kurt so sick had scared the life out of her. He was her friend and her lifeline in this place. She couldn't make it here without him by her side, and she knew it.

Santana looked down at her hands, the shame and guilt of the whole thing just shaking her to her core. She hadn't ever thought she'd end up cheating on Brittany. Things hadn't been perfect by any means, but she loved her. Brittany was the first and, up until right after graduation, the only girl she'd ever been with, and she felt horrible for having cheated. Horrible for having confused things for herself and for Quinn, too. Swallowing against the knot in her throat, Santana concentrated on not crying. "Yeah... You heard me right. I cheated on her, and I feel horrible about it, but I'm so confused, and... I don't... I don't think I can tell you who it was, Kurt, but she's straight. Or at least, everyone, her included, always thought so. We were drunk, and the next thing I knew, we were kissing, and then kissing turned into more than kissing, and... Fuck, I can't tell Britt. I just can't."