[ While Christine speaks, Santana, for once, listens. She’s looking up at Christine, jaw set, angry not at Christine but at the SQUIP, at the Phantom, at Jeremy — all the people who made Christine feel this way.

(She knows that she might be in that group, that she wasn’t exactly nice to Christine when they first met. But Christine has been kind to her, and maybe there’s still a chance for Santana to return some of that, in her own way.)

When Christine is finished, Santana pauses for a moment, then joins Christine up on the bed, sitting next to the other girl. ]

It is a sick joke. So let it out. Get angry. What do you want? You’re allowed to ask for it, and you’re allowed to get it.