"Being a grownup is way the fuck overrated," Santana grumped, but she met Kurt's gaze, grateful as hell that she didn't have to become a grownup without the fag to her hag. Kurt had become her anchor and her best friend, so quickly that it had made her head spin. They had a long history of going at each other, and it was hard to believe they'd finally not only buried the hatchet, but become good friends. It was something she was thankful for every day, too, because fucked if she wouldn't have already left New York if Kurt weren't here. "I love Brittany. I know I keep saying that, but it's true. I love her, but I'm not in love with her, and that's fucking with my head, because I was so damn sure that I was. But if I keep... I don't know, trying to be with her, it's just... It's going to hurt us both, isn't it? It's going to push us so far that we can't be friends anymore."

Kurt's reaction was more or less spot on to what Santana had expected, and she answered his question with a shrug of her shoulders. "I don't really know," she said quietly. "It was just... It was so awkward when it all happened... When we woke up together, and we both just decided we were going to forget about it. But... I just haven't known how to forget about it or put it aside, Kurt. It flipped my whole world upside down, and I'm sure she doesn't want to talk about it. Why would she? She fucked a girl, and she's straight."