[God, it feels nice to have someone on her side. Sure, the others had been here to comfort her, but no one had been righteously angry for her sake, and most had tried to get her to hold back her anger instead of letting it out.

But with Santana, she doesn't feel guilty, or embarrassed.]

Yeah. Yeah! I should be allowed to be angry! I want to be angry! I want people to listen when I have something on my mind! I want to be stronger, I want to make people see I'm here!

Well here's to the hearts that we're gonna break
Here's to the lives that we're gonna change
Here's to the infinite possible ways we'll show you
I just want to have it
Here's to the good times we're gonna have
I don't need pity, I have too much class
Here's to me finally saying how I feel about you...

[She had been singing so eagerly for a moment, finally so sure of herself, taking pride in the fact that she and Santana could have what they wanted for once, but she finds herself losing her stride.]

I just want him to really hear what I have to say. Not what he wants me to say.