Kurt rested his head tiredly on his hand, his fingers squished his cheek up a little and he gave her a bemused look. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe deep down, Brittany was only ever a rest stop for you until you could break away from Lima and explore yourself more? Maybe deep down, you always knew it wouldn't be endgame or a forever deal. It was just... convenient." He cleared his throat that was a little scratchy from the throwing up he had been doing and he held his other hand up. "Don't automatically jump to the defence. Just consider it for a minute. Graduation was the closing of that chapter of our lives. It signalled a lot of endings and also a lot of beginnings. Maybe it wasn't such a random thing for it to happen that night."

"So, you're just going to never talk to her again...? Okay..." And he was just going to leave it all at that. His nose and forehead scrunched up just slightly when he wasn't exactly sure what to say now. How could you talk about something she was shutting down? He didn't know who this person was, and if Santana was just deciding that was it, and she wasn't going to talk to her, he didn't see the point in pushing on a subject he really knew nothing about. He wasn't a lesbian, for one. He also never had any urges to be unfaithful to Blaine. There had been Chandler, but that had just been basking in the attention when Blaine had been cutting him off from it. There might have been the odd guy here or there who seemed to give Kurt an interested lingering look in New York, but Kurt would never have acted on it. He was content and happy with Blaine, despite the distance. "So, you're not going to talk to Brittany, and you're not going to talk to the chick. That's a hell of a lot of not talking, ostrich... I thought you had more balls."