"What kind of game are you playing here Puckerman?" Santana snarls, when she catches up to him after glee practice. "Because dating Rachel Berry is social suicide and I refuse to believe that you're that stupid."
"Jealous?" he returns, with a satisfied smirk.
"Of man-hands? Don't be ridiculous."
"Then what's the problem?"
"The problem is I refuse to be the laughing stock of this school because you've decided to dip your…well you know, into the shallow end of the gene pool."
"Babe, I could date Hummel and still be top dog around here. I think our social status is safe."
