Kurt just smiled softly at her, even if generally he probably would normally threw back more bitch banter. "He cares about me. He gets worried. The emotional distance is way harder than the physical distance. I know it seems like, oh my god, we can't have sex and we can't hug or kiss. Sure, that's hard. I seriously got used to sex on the regular after I lost my virginity. It was like a staple. But not just having him there in my line of sight, or hearing his voice across the room, or knowing his warmth will be there when I roll over in bed, or sure, having him cuddle me when I don't feel good. That's all the hardest part of this. He's never not on my mind."

He waited until she had finished and then gently put his hand over hers. At least his illness had been purely self-inflicted and not contagious. He hadn't put Santana at risk there, and the whole infectious thing had been one of the main things he rambled in the doctors face between puking about. He hadn't wanted to make her sick. Especially not that sick. "Darling, you used to identify as straight too, remember? Remember how you only figured it out otherwise when you started experimenting with girls? Sitting here telling me the other person is definitely straight and using that as an excuse not to deal with this and what it ultimately means is just a train wreck waiting to happen. Brittany hurts herself, and she has these... odd dependency issues on you as her best friend. But you're not going to stop being her best friend. You just really need explore yourself and your own sexuality without her emotional baggage roadblocking you. Because frankly, darling, the minute you got drunk and your inhibitions where down? You jumped into bed with another woman. What is that saying?"