brittany: san, help, hold this for me santana: santana: this is your hand, britt

santana: I gotta call brittany to greet her for today rachel: what happens today santana: it's Father's Day rachel: ...and what does that have to do with her? santana: well- quinn: please just leave the innocent child alone

kurt: so, what are we doing? santana: wasting our lives kurt: I meant after breakfast

brittany: why are people so obsessed with being top or bottom? brittany: I would just be happy to have a bunk bed rachel: santana: rachel: I’m going tell her santana: don’t you dare

brittany: why is there a cow in our bedroom? santana: you asked me to get more milk this morning but the store was closed and i panicked brittany: so you bought a cow santana: yes

rachel: santana won't pick up her phone. brittany: I'll call. kurt: Rach and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-- santana, over the phone: hello?

brittany: say it. three words. say them. santana: brittany: say. them. santana: I love you. brittany: no. the other ones. santana: brittany: santana: ...I will behave.

rachel, pacing: I did a bad thing santana, not looking up from her book: does it affect me? rachel: no santana: than suffer in silence rachel: it involves brittany santana, whipping her head up to glare at rachel: what the fuck did you do

santana: someone will betray me tonight her sassiness: is it me, Jesus? santana: no, it's not you her love for witty remarks: is it me, Jesus? santana: *shakes her head* her "heterosexuality": is it me, Jesus? santana: iS iT mE, jEsUs?

*brittany falls down* Maribel: oh my God, dear. is your bottom okay? kurt: SANTANA! your mother asks if you're okay?

rachel: you use sarcasm to distance people. santana: and yet you're still here.

brittany: crushes are the worst santana: yeah. whenever I'm near someone I have a crush on, I start acting stupid. brittany: you're always acting stupid. santana: yeah. don't think about it too hard.

quinn: you're losing a lot of blood! quick, what's your type? santana: cute, blonde, tall, kind - quinn: your blood type, santana! santana: oh. red? brittany: AB

brittany: isn't it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they're annoying? santana: if people did that to other people I'd be dead already.

brittany: i don't want to hurt his feelings! santana: hurt his feel— do you just spend all day putting your time and energy into considering other people's feelings? brittany: yeah, don't you? santana: no! how do you get anything done?

OT: I'm really sorry for disappearing, part of me wants so bad to be able to make y'all smile somehow, however I find it difficult when I'm having some heavy trouble myself. Obviously Naya's passing was awful and then other things happened so I'm struggling. But I'm trying guys.

brittany: are you in the mood for a quickie? santana, choking: WHAT? brittany: a quickie! you know, those french egg tarts. santana: britt, that's a QUICHE!

santana: do you have any shaving cream? brittany: no, I don't like the way it tastes santana: you...eat shaving cream? brittany: no, I've already told you. I don't like the way it tastes

brittany: santana and I are no longer friends! santana: that is a terrible way to announce that we are dating, britt