"It was horribly unfabulous," Santana said flippantly. "I mean, seriously, if you're gonna die in New York City, Hummel, you damn well better make it more memorable and worthy of infamy than a goddamn bitch of a case of food poisoning plus. Come on, something like... Being shot up in an alley, or dying at some crazy protest rally. Get it together." Still, she was smiling, and there was no denying how grateful she was to see Kurt up and around again, if tentatively. "Blaine seriously bugged the piss out of me about you while you were out of commission. I had texts from him at least once an hour, wanting me to pop my head in and make sure you were still breathing, but 'Remember to be quiet, San, because he needs his rest, and if you wake him, he'll save up all his bitchpls anger for when he's well.'" She shook her head, trying not to envy Kurt too much for having a relationship with someone who actually fucking knew enough to be able to check in on him properly when he was ill. But when she thought about that, she thought about Brittany, and about Quinn... She was dating the epitome of a dumb blonde... no, worse than that. Brittany literally should be in a mental institution, and Santana knew it. It was probably why she spent so much fucking time trying to protect her. And yet, it had been a soon-to-be Yale student with whom she'd spent graduation night, in a hotel room, tangled in alcohol, arms and legs, and epic confusion.

Leave it to Kurt to ask the tough questions that Santana was afraid to answer. Honestly, she wasn't even sure why she was so afraid of the answers, but the more she thought about it, the more it dawned on her. She was afraid to answer, because the answers would indicate what she'd been afraid of all along. That Brittany wasn't the girl for her, and in all reality never really had been. It was a huge thing to even begin to think about. "It... It was a mistake, Kurt. The girl I slept with is straight. Or... I thought she was... She probably is... It was just one of those crazy things that happens when you're drunk. I... I don't want to hurt Brittany, Kurt. I love her, you know I do. But she... she hasn't made me happy in a long time, and I don't think it's wrong of me to want to be happy... But, shit, the person I slept with? Probably isn't any better of a choice than Britt in the long run."