{Sam Evans has signed on}

Sam: Hey Mercedes, are you on?

Brittany: Yeah.

Sam: Umm Brittany, you're not Mercedes.

Brittany: Sorry, that was Lord Toubbinton.

Mercedes: I'm on Sam, what is it?

Sam: I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Prom with me?

Rachel: Aww.

Mercedes: I'll think about it.

Sam: Okay…let me know what you decide.

{Sam Evans has signed off}

Rachel: Mercedes, when are you going to stop playing hot and cold with Sam?

Mercedes: Not now Rachel, please.

Rachel: Fine, just know Sam is not going to be available forever.

Mercedes: Rachel, we talked about this over the slumber party yesterday. Sam and I will be fine, just leave it alone.

Tina: Oh yes, the slumber party was fun.

Brittany: I feel asleep doing the first movie, I'm sorry guys.

Kurt: It's okay Brittany. Besides that was before the party started.

Brittany: I don't get it, are you saying I'm no fun?

Santana: You better take that back, Kurt. Brittany is way more fun than you, lady face.

Kurt: I didn't say that. Of course you're a lot of fun Brittany.

Blaine: Santana, I would appreciate it if you didn't call my boyfriend names.

Kurt: It's okay Blaine, Santana just needs a little training.

Santana: Excuse me?

Quinn: I can see where this is heading. Let me get my popcorn… Okay go.

Santana: This isn't heading anywhere, Kurt just needs to tell me what he means.

Kurt: Um it's just the way you talk to people, Santana. You talk to people like they don't have any feelings.

Santana: So what, Kurt. You can't handle it? You need your little boyfriend to defend you?

Kurt: See what I mean?

Brittany: Santana, I think you're being harsh on Kurt. If you don't stop it, there will be no making out for a week.

Santana: Fine. Britt, come over.

Brittany: Are we going to make out?

Santana: Probably.

Puck: Can I watch?

Santana: For 20 bucks you can.

Puck: On my way.

{Noah Puckerman, Brittany S. Pierce, and Santana Lopez has signed off}

Rachel: Well, that was something.

Tina: At least Santana has finally came out of the closet.

Rachel: She spent so much time in there that I thought she was gonna turn into one of the cloths.

Tina: Your not funny Rachel, that was actually mean.

Rachel: Calm down, Tina. I have two gay dads so I'm not homophobic if that's what you're thinking.

Tina: Oh like I don't know. I've heard that like, umm let me think….1 billion times.

Finn: Tina, her dads are nice. They invited to dinner and I pooped at Rachel's house.

Kurt: …0_0...

Mercedes: White boy, keep your informations to yourself.

Rachel: Finn, didn't I say not to talk about that.

Kurt: Well, you two are getting married so you might as well be getting use to things like that… things you're not ready for.

Rachel: Not all relationship has to be as perfect as you and Blaine's.

Blaine: We are not perfect, Rachel. We talk about our differences, like about how Kurt feels the need to snap his fingers at wait staffs.

Kurt: Blaine, are you still on about that? I said I'm working on it.

Blaine: You did it just yesterday.

Kurt: Omg I don't even realize. Ugh bad habits die hard.

Blaine: They do…

Kurt: Okay don't give me that attitude. And if we are gonna point out our problems, you use excessive amount of hair gel and I never complained once.

Blaine: You know I don't like not gelling my hair.

Kurt: Well, if you're going to give me hard time about my finger snapping problem then you have to wear less hair gel because I can't breathe properly sometimes when we cuddle.

Blaine: I thought you like it when we cuddle :(

Kurt: I do, baby. It just sometimes I can't breathe.

Blaine: I'm so sorry, we didn't you tell me?

Kurt: I didn't want to ruin the moment.

Blaine: Tell me next time, I promise you won't ruin the moment, you can never ruin the moment.

Kurt: Aww you're the best boyfriend.

Finn: Sorry to interrupt this moment you guys are having but Kurt, Burt wanted me to tell you the new issue of Vogue who ordered is here.

Kurt: Okay, thanks Finn. I gotta go Blaine. Love you.

{Kurt Hummel has signed off}

Blaine: My boyfriend just blew me off to go read Vogue.