Santana wanted to argue with Kurt. To tell him that he was wrong, and Brittany was the only girl for her. But the truth was, if that were the case, she would never have slept with Quinn. Nor would the fact that she had be getting to her on the level that it was. If it were just a matter of being upset that she'd cheated on Brittany, it would be Brittany and her alone who got the focus of Santana's concern. But it wasn't. And in fact, the thought that she'd somehow hurt Quinn was getting to her as much as, if not more than, the thought that things might not be right with Brittany. "You... You might be right," she admitted, exhaustion written all over her face from the long hours she'd spent thinking this over while Kurt had been too sick to distract her for anything more than puke cleanup duty. "I love Brittany. And I will never not appreciate the role she played in my coming out. But I think you're right, and that's a hard thing to swallow."

"Of course I'm going to talk to her again," she protested, shaking her head with a roll of her eyes. She knew there would come a point, sooner rather than later, when she was going to have to face up to all of this. With both of the girls in question. It was going to be something she was just going to have to figure out a way to deal with one way or another, no matter how much it hurt her. And she couldn't just leave Brittany and Quinn hanging in the balance in the meantime, because that just simply wasn't fair to expect them to keep living in questions while she tried to figure her shit out. It wasn't fair at all.