Kurt got up and retrieved a bottle of cold water from the fridge so he could start trying to re-hydrate himself after he had been so sick. He unscrewed the cap and took some slow slips, watching Santana as he did. "It doesn't make you a failure or a selfish bitch, darling. Not by any means. It's not like we're middle aged and have a wealth of life errors to draw on that should know better with everything. We don't. We're still learning. That's part of what growing up is. Just because Brittany was your first girlfriend certainly doesn't mean she is going to be your last. And just because Brittany was a conveniently bisexual best friend to you in high school doesn't mean that it is automatically going to work out in the real world where life is nothing like high school and there are so many more factors to think about and experience. Just because you don't want to date Brittany, it doesn't make you a bad person. In fact, I think it makes you a stronger one to admit it."

He capped the bottle again and took Santana's hand. "You can tell me who it is, you know. You know I won't betray your confidence. We live together, we're practically family. You don't need to have secrets from me. I might be able to help you better if you confide in me. Because this apartment isn't all that big, you know. Do you really want to have secrets in your own home again. I thought our whole point of being here was to be out and fabulous together? That doesn't just mean sexuality, you know. It means trust on all levels, going things together like a team. Plus, you have seen me puke and had an awareness of me doing a lot of other disgusting and unfabulous things now. We're practically connected by blood."