Santana just turned a questioning glance on Sebastian at that. It was no secret that Sebastian had a sort of fuck buddies relationship with his roommate, Jeff, and Santana had seen Jeff's statement that he was in Miami a while back on Facebook, so there was little question in her mind who Sebastian was talking about. It was the rest of the comment that confused her. "Wait... What are we talking about elevators and lube?" she asked, putting a finger up to stop Sebastian right there. "Jesus... Anybody who knows you knows you wouldn't intentionally touch a tit or pussy if you could help it... And the only asses you're into are ones with dicks on the other side. Pretty sure I would've bitchslapped that cunt."

"What a fucking mess!" she exclaimed, shaking her head in shock. "That's fucking insane. God, the poor guy. I mean, I've done some fucked up things to my body in the past... Exhibit A, my tits, even though they're worth every penny. Doesn't mean it wasn't a stupid thing to do at the time. If one of those fuckers ever exploded, I'd be up shit creek without a paddle. But as stupid as that was, it wasn't heartbreaking... The idea of someone depriving themselves of a basic need like that? That is fucking heartbreaking. Blaine's... Always had a hell of a lot bigger heart than me. I don't know that I'd be willing to hang around like that and take on all those issues. Then again, Blainers is a better guy that most. And as long as Kurt doesn't treat him like shit, I guess I can accept it. If he doesn't, though... I don't know what I'll do... It's kind of low to bitchslap someone with a life threatening illness."