“I remember you telling me that singing that song is a more intimate act than sex”
The first time Santana hears it is in study hall. She’s just opened her math textbook when Kurt walks - or rather, floats - in, humming the tune and looking much too happy for any time of the week, let alone a Monday morning.
She refuses to ask about it though. She simply rolls her eyes and pulls out her nail file. No way is she spending all of study hall listening to Kurt gush about his favourite musical coming to town, or whatever it is that’s got him this happy.