"It's just... I wasn't prepared for this," Santana said. She had never been one for revealing her feelings in this way. They had always been more likely to come out in a moment of anger and in the form of bitchy insults or ridiculous screaming. But she and Kurt had pretty much crossed all the friendship bridges together. There was no holding back at this point, and Kurt understood her on a different level than most any other person in this world. "I thought that Brittany and I were right for each other. I was happy with her, and we'd gotten through so many tough things together. Or... I don't know, maybe I got through them, just because I believed in what we had at the time. I don't think I realized that I'm strong all on my own. I can be strong with you here as my fag. I don't have to be dating to be happy or strong. But it's just been a part of me for so long, Kurt..."

Santana looked across the table at Kurt, the truth of his words hitting her loud and clear. She didn't want to live her life the same as she had before, buried under all the secrets she was afraid to share. Kurt was her go-to guy -- the one person she trusted with everything. And she squeezed his hand tight, took a deep breath, and let it go. "It's Quinn, Kurt. I slept with Quinn. We were so drunk, and she's not... We haven't talked since then, and... Fuck."