"I'm not saying I took advantage in having sex with her. She was all about the sex. But she was happy where she was... With Artie. And she didn't want to cheat on him. I lied to her and fucked that whole situation over to get what I wanted. It's not something I'm proud of, but then again, there's not a lot of high school that I am proud of. I think that's the other big thing for me. I have to let go of the things that tie me to that, Kurt. Not you, or my friends, because that's different. Because the fact alone that we're friends is proof enough that I'm not the same person I was back then. But Britt... As much as I care about her, she's probably the biggest symbol of the hardest parts of school, and my biggest fails there." She paused, her dark eyes turning to meet Kurt's. He was right. Then again, he always was, and she kind of couldn't believe sometimes just how in tune he seemed to be with what was going on around him, even when he'd been dead out of it for what seemed like ages with the epic food fail of doom.

Santana's eyes flooded with tears against her will, and she swallowed hard against the lump in her throat, holding tight to Kurt's hand as if it were her lifeline. "I know, but... But I never thought of Quinn and me being like you and Blaine on any level. You guys already knew you were gay when you met, and... I just... I can tell her, but it's not going to change anything if she isn't gay, or if it was just a really serious drunken fuck up for her. It's... It's not that she's totally ignoring me. I got... She emailed me, but I didn't know what to say to her, so I didn't say anything. But how can you help us, Kurt?"