santana: so tell me
santana: you’re gay right? like, SUPER, gay.
santana: why did you kiss me at midnight?
blaine: Tell you what?
blaine: I don’t think that’s a surprise, Santana. I am gay. SUPER gay. Aren’t you gay, too? Or is this opposite day? What’s the deal?
blaine: ……..
blaine: oh.