Santana rolled her eyes, chucking a potholder at Kurt halfheartedly. "Bitch Please, I've worked long and hard on this bitch reputation, and just because you could out bitch me with one eye closed and one hand tied behind your back at a hundred yards, doesn't mean you get to discount my bitchtacularity." She was only kidding, though, and the smirk on her face more than gave her away. "I think maybe you're right," she replied with a tired shrug of her shoulders. "It was nice in high school, and it worked while I was there. But as soon as all that was behind me, literally within hours after graduation, I was drunk and in a hotel room having incredible sex with another girl, and it was out of this world. Kurt, it wasn't just the sex. It was like... Like I was really exploring my sexuality and not just going past friendship with Britt."

"There was so much more to it than that, but there has been something missing. Once I got past the, 'I am lesbo, hear me roar,' phase, and I was out... I started to focus more on the actual relationship, I guess, instead of what it could do for me in my journey to coming out. And that's when it hit me that there was so much missing there. But I care about Brittany, and I never wanted to hurt her. But then the next thing I know, I'm curled up in bed after cheating on her with someone else... It wasn't just sex, Kurt, there were fucking cuddles. But I'm... I'm not naming the other person because she didn't want me to. She wanted to keep it between us, but I had to talk to someone about it, and I can't talk to her." She paused at that, feeling a twinge of something in her heart that she couldn't quite name.