"Excuse me, bitch," Santana interrupted, holding up one finger with a sassy head wobble of doom. "Never did I ever say that I haven't had a good fuck since Brittany. What I said was that none of my fucks since Brittany have stirred up the dramas. I've had a relatively drama free sex life. All fun and games and no drama. I like it that way, babe. But don't lie... You love Blainers... You're sassy gay protective bitch with him, too. Not just Germ... who pretty much sounds like a walking Germ right now anyway."

"See, there you go. I told you. Sassy gay protective brother bitch on like a boss... With Germ and Blaine. You had to show up to look out for him. Seriously, though, that's nice, Seb. There's nothing wrong with being a good brother. It's the one time when people question whether your lack of a heart thing is bullshit." She poked her tongue out at him with a grin, before the information about Kurt came out with more details, and she was just shaking her head in disbelief. "Jesus Christ. That's so horrible. Shit... I don't even work out how I should anymore. I can't imagine running myself that low anymore. Blaine really got himself into a tough situation with Kurt, but if he can do it, more power to him. I don't have time to stir up bullshit with people anyway. I'm not going to do that. If Kurt makes Blaine happy, while I'm not sure I understand how with the shit he's going through, more power to him. Blaine deserves some damn happy."