"There are some people who think that the island brings you the people you need at the right time. But I think it's bullshit. Because Kurt has needed Blaine since day one. How do you fucking arrive on an island with multiple holes in you, and not need your goddamn other half to be there for you? It's bullshit." Santana had never fully gotten over her anger at the island for not bringing Blaine to Kurt already. It wasn't right seeing Kurt live every single day without Blaine. "I guess. It has to be hope, because he hasn't got much of anything else left."

"Lost," she said slowly, running her finger along the bumps in the table. "Lonely. He's started smoking and drinking heavily. He's losing hope though, Mercedes. He's losing the belief that Blaine might come, because it's already been so long. It's hard to keep believing at this point. I don't know how much longer he can hold on... Or if anything we could do will help."