There was no doubt there for Santana that it was useless to try lying to Sebastian. It just was. He knew her probably better than anyone else ever had, which only made sense given their shared characteristics, and the fact that they had been friends the better part of forever. "I got kind of used to the casual sex scene," she admitted. "But it really hasn't ever been what I really wanted. But yeah... I won't lie and say that it doesn't have me thinking a little to know that our boy's in the land of serious relationships. Scary as fuck, because, I'm sure Kurt's a good guy these days, but that is a godawful amount of baggage for someone's first relationship, and especially somebody as tenderhearted as our hobbit king. I guess it couldn't hurt to talk to him. Besides, if he's going to be with our boy, I'd like to know the kind of dude he is now."

"That sounds... ridiculously fucked up. I mean, I never knew much about psychological diseases, other than dating someone who still believed in Santa Claus at seventeen years old. But that wasn't really hurting her... Just kind of... Abnormal at her age. But I've never really known anybody with an eating disorder or any other form of self harm involved. I don't even really understand the concept. I mean, yeah, when we were in high school and cheering, of course there were times we didn't eat well, or skipped a meal to get into our uniforms if something happened to make us put on a little weight, but nothing to that extent. It's fucking awful to even think about."