She wasn't an idiot. Maybe that was what had made her the angriest about the way Blaine had suddenly been acting, she didn't know for sure, but Santana wasn't pleased either with the way she was feeling. She had finally found the strength to admit who she really was to everyone, and to be honest she'd only found that strength in herself through her discussion with Blaine, and now her good mood had been vanquished. There wasn't a stupid cell in her body, and she knew that something was wrong and that he was being reminded of his past when he'd mentioned the hospital, but part of her still wanted to punch him in the face. For the first time in months she had truly felt relieved, comfortable, and Santana again. And what happens? Blaine goes all self-pity on the universe.
Of course, after having gotten to know him better over the past couple of weeks, the Latina knew that she wouldn't actually say a lot of that to him. She understood what it felt like to hurt and to have hard things happen to you, so she would likely listen first, but there was still a small swell of anger deep inside of her.
Pushing the button over her shoulder on the remote to her car, Santana continued into the diner as her Audi beeped, recognizing the signal to lock up. Her heels clicking against the floor likely gave her away before she actually reached the two boys, and as she met the eyes of Wes she slid onto the bench next to Blaine, dropping her purse on the table before crossing her arms over her chest.
"So having the whole story would be good, because otherwise you just gave me the impression that you're an impatient, wallowing little ass and that wasn't the Boyfriend I was starting to like over the past few weeks."