To Rachel: Hey babe wut r u wearin?
To Santana: My pink and gold star footie pajamas. Why?
To Rachel: O.O' erm did u 4get that im going to be pickin u up in like an hour? i wanted 2 make sure u were dressed rite cus we're gonna be outside.
To Santana: Of course I didn't forget. I'm messing with you. I'm wearing jeans and my Captain America baby doll tshirt. You said casual, right?
To Rachel: ok that's good. sorry 4 a sec i thought i was getting punked. and yeah casual is the way 2 go 2nite. btw ur scary ass dad isn't gonna beat me into a pulp when i pick u up rite? cus srsly no me gusta that idea.
To Santana: Of course not. I've informed him that he must be on his best behavior. And Dad will help keep him in check.
To Santana: Um…they're requesting that you come in for a minute when you arrive.
To Rachel: Hi Rachel this is Brittany. Santana is kind of ventilating at the moment. She wants to know if your fathers know about how Santana was a big mean jerk to you for so long and if they plan to kill her.
To Rachel: I told her you wouldn't let them because then we wouldn't have enough people to compete at Regionals but she didn't believe me.
To Santana: Calm down. They'll behave, I promise. And I will hold your hand the whole time.
To Santana: Santana, this is Hiram Berry. I promise no harm will come to you so long as Rachel's home on time, and without hickeys.
To Rachel: Yes of course sir. In fact I can have her home early if that's what you would prefer. I'm flexible.
To Rachel: No that sounds wrong. I'm not flexible. I mean I am because of Cheerios but that has nothing to do with tonight at all.
To Rachel: omg i suck. Rach I'll b there n 20.
To Santana: LOL, okay. I'll try to get Daddy to put the shotgun away before he answers the door…
To Santana: Calm down, I'm kidding.
To Rachel: She ventilating again but she says she'll be there soon. :D
To Santana: Thanks, Brittany!
