There was a smirk on Santana's face, too, as she looked right back at Seb. "You need lesbians for entertainment? You really are slipping, babe... What's it been, like eight hours since the last time you had your cock sucked? I mean, there's always Queer as Folk or some other show with hot fags doing fag things, right?" She was only teasing, though. She knew that even in the aforementioned Queer as Folk, the lesbian story lines bored him to tears... or more like bored him to the point of making his own commentary that usually had Santana having to pour every ounce of focus into not giving him the chance to see her laugh hysterically at it. But she also knew that her life wasn't TV, and while he had no fucks to give about lesbians in general, she was a special case... She was his dyke, and he was her fag. That was just all there was to it. She laughed, leaning back more lazily in her seat, one leg crossed over the other as she thought it over for a moment. "Well, I guess you're right there. It's not like I don't have a hell of a lot to offer a girl. You know, as long as they don't mind fake tits. Hey, I'm not scared!" she protested, but the look on Seb's face told her loud and clear how much he believed that particular announcement.
"Seriously?" she asked, eyerolling him like a boss. "Seb, my career has nothing whatsoever to do with eating disorders, but even I know you don't just stop it. It's a part of you. It's a disease, not just some choice people make. I mean, there has to be something in your mind that just... changes you... fucks with your head to make you actually want to put your fingers down your throat, or make yourself shit everything you eat. It's horrible to imagine, but he's having to deal with it. And maybe if Blaine can help him through it, it really will be a good thing for both of them. But no... I won't fight Blaine on this. Besides, it would piss me off that you took his side if we were fighting, and then there'd be epic fag/hag fail going on, and just... Nobody wants that, do they? It just isn't any fucking fun. So fuck that. We'll just stand by him like we're supposed to as his friends, and move on with him." There was a moment when she just stopped and looked Seb over with a shake of her head. "Yeah, you were kinda made to be a manslut. Look at you? I mean, even your face screams, 'You've got 206 bones in your body, do you want one more?' Which it somehow doesn't do on Germ... Still haven't quite worked that one out in my head."
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"Seriously?" she asked, eyerolling him like a boss. "Seb, my career has nothing whatsoever to do with eating disorders, but even I know you don't just stop it. It's a part of you. It's a disease, not just some choice people make. I mean, there has to be something in your mind that just... changes you... fucks with your head to make you actually want to put your fingers down your throat, or make yourself shit everything you eat. It's horrible to imagine, but he's having to deal with it. And maybe if Blaine can help him through it, it really will be a good thing for both of them. But no... I won't fight Blaine on this. Besides, it would piss me off that you took his side if we were fighting, and then there'd be epic fag/hag fail going on, and just... Nobody wants that, do they? It just isn't any fucking fun. So fuck that. We'll just stand by him like we're supposed to as his friends, and move on with him." There was a moment when she just stopped and looked Seb over with a shake of her head. "Yeah, you were kinda made to be a manslut. Look at you? I mean, even your face screams, 'You've got 206 bones in your body, do you want one more?' Which it somehow doesn't do on Germ... Still haven't quite worked that one out in my head."