Mr. William Schuester. I kid you not.
Come upstairs. Now.
I’m already on my way up.
Finally, some alone time.
The flu? What a shame, we won’t be able to leave our beds. And we’ll have to entertain ourselves some way. ;)
I think we’ll manage to entertain ourselves just fine. ;)
Have you called Q?
Yeah, I have. Just so you know, we have to flu. And therefore cannot watch our children tomorrow.
What’s to think about?
You, and me…alone together. With no distractions.
What’s with the stutter, Santana?
Nothing. I’m just…thinking about tomorrow.
I swear if I ever find out anything other than what you’re tellin- promising me, we will have some serious problems.
Oh gosh, Tana. Don’t say these things unless we’re about to have lady sex.
You can stop the cursing for a start.
Promise me that you’re not lying. Promise me that you know nothing and you truly believe I have nothing wrong with me.
Well, we are. Tomorrow.
Sorry, sorry. I’m just getting worked up.
Ugh, it just has to be so unattractive on me.
Santana, please. I’m being serious now. Don’t lie to me.
You’re kidding, right? It’s literally the sexiest thing ever. I’m already wet from just thinking about it.
I’m not fucking lying, Brittany! Stop calling me a liar!