"It was kind of cute... in that embarrassingly dorky kind of way that only you could love," she teased, though she couldn't help shaking her head and offering Kurt a smile of her own. "I'm not going to lie, though... It sounds nice. I don't think Britt has the mental capacity to think to check in on me when I'm sick. She ends up telling me some crazy remedy her grandma came up with that's always supposed to work... Sometimes I wonder if her grandma's home remedies got used on her mom when she was pregnant with her, and that's what makes Britt so... special."

"Okay, yeah, that's true," Santana replied with a tired shrug of her shoulder. "Brittany's been driving me crazy for a while now. I love her, Kurt. I really do. And God knows I don't want to hurt her, but I'm not happy. I'm not satisfied with our relationship, and I deserve to be happy, don't I? Fuck... I have to break up with her. I don't... I don't know... I... Kurt I've been with her for a long time. And she's not exactly the quickest on the uptake. I don't know how to break things off with her without being awful. She's not going to get it." Santana was beginning to tear up in frustration and confusion. "Kurt, why does this have to be so fucking hard?!"