"Money's a bitch in college," Santana said with a nod. "I've gotta get a job of some kind to supplement the money my mom gave me. Britt's been Skyping me non-stop since I left. I had to pretend to not be online a time or two. I just can't..." She sighed just a little, reaching out to pat Kurt's hand in a symbol of sympathy. "I know what you mean, babe. You two were made to be together... It has to suck ass to be so far apart when all you want is to be there with him." It sounded strangely familiar, and it hit Santana very quickly that she was sort of maybe wishing that she were with Quinn right now, too. "You think... you think maybe things are lining up for me and Quinn to... maybe try something? I should... I should give her a call. I really should. I miss her like crazy."

Then Kurt was not so subtly laying it all on the line, and Santana knew better than to argue. He was right on every count, and she knew it, whether she wanted to admit it or not. After a moment or two, she stood up from where she was seated, and moved to pat Kurt on the shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I... I might not be home this weekend. I'm not sure yet, but I might go to New Haven. I think... I think you're right. It's a train ride away. And Quinn shouldn't be alone."