"You really did. He's a great guy. I'd never tell anybody else that, because it's not my scene being nice to people," she joked. "But in all seriousness, babe, you really are so lucky you have him. I love Brittany. I do love her. But I really don't think I'm in love with her, and I don't know what the fuck to do, because it's been forever that we've been together. I don't want to hurt her, and I don't even know that she'd totally understand if I broke up with her. She'd probably think I was actually going to break something or... Fuck only knows what. I just don't know, Kurt." She sighed, taking a sip of her drink. "She wears me out. I love her, but it's like I'm constantly taking care of her, and she's not capable of doing it for herself."

Santana was quiet as Kurt's words began to sink in. "I... I'm proud of who I am. I don't need anybody else for that anymore. I really don't. It just... She's been there for me through so many things, Kurt. How do I look her in the eye and tell her that I'm done being her girlfriend. No more kissing, no more sex, no more of the things that are part of her normal? But on the flipside of that... I slept with someone else, and... Shit, Kurt... I've thought about her more since I left Lima than I have Brittany, and that makes me feel like a piece of shit. It's horrible. I'm a shitty girlfriend, and probably a shitty person, too. But goddammit, my head is screwed all to hell."