So...here's a little cracky fic inspired by Silly Love Songs and Family Guy. Enjoy!
"Damn it, Santana! We called no viral biological warfare!"
"It's only mono; you'll live. Besides, this is me getting you back for chicken pox."
"WHAT? That was first grade!"
"I know; I've been waiting to get you back for years."
"Then what was the pharyngitis for?"
"The bronchitis."
"I thought the pharyngitis was for me making you bottom."
"No, I made you pull your muscle for that."
"But that was for the swirly."
"The milk was for the swirly."
"The broken arm?"
"I was having a bad day."
"I don't know what disturbs me more: the fact that I'm not surprised that they have a standing agreement on biological warfare or the fact that I'm not phased in the slightest," Rachel said blandly, chin resting in her hand as she watched with the rest of the Glee clubbers the two Cheerioes went back and forth.