Sebastian just gave her a look that indicated he generally would never buy any of her veiled attempts at pretending life was awesome. He knew she was lonely. There was something about Santana that she never wanted to admit to, but screamed that she should be in a committed relationship. He was onto her. But then, he always did read her differently to a lot of people because they were so alike. "You're scared of seriously dating someone not Brittany, aren't you? You wonder about it, but you've convinced yourself you'll never find anyone good enough. Because I know you. You wanted that relationship thing in school when you flopped tit-first out of the closet. Now it's just all drama-free sex? I want to know what you really feel hearing that Blaine's finally hooked up, and with Kurt. It's got to make you wonder about shit. Blaine's my brother, so yeah, I'm protective of him. And why I'm seriously expecting this whole thing to go to pot and Hummel to hurt him."

He gave a scoffing laugh. "Of course I have a fucking heart. Something has to pump all the blood to my dick. I just might not have the schmoopy sickening lovey-dovey heart that nauseating romantic comedies are about. Which is fine, because I fucking hate Meg Ryan anyway. The case in point is, however, that Blaine does and he's probably about ready to rip it out of his chest and hand it over to Blaine still throbbing in a bloody mess, no questions asked and asking him to wait one moment while he tears his dick off and hands it over in the same manner. I'm worried. I mean, how fucked in the head are people with eating disorders? Closest I've ever been to one is Germ's weird aversion to seafood."