[That admission, more than anything, gets Christine to smile a little less hollow. When they had gotten off with such awkward first impressions, she hadn't expected Santana to want to talk to her... much less look out for her like this. It makes her chest feel tight, and tears spring to her eyes again.]

Santana... thank you. I, um, I give a shit about you too.

[Swearing still sounds weird out of her mouth.]

And thank you for looking out for me during the trial... you're really nice to me.