To Santana: After such an…uh…eventful Friday and Saturday, I must confess that I'm terribly bored.
To Santana: Also, Quinn might ask for details.
To Rachel: yeah i no wut u meen. i say we skip the rest of the day and have a continuation if u no wut i meen. ;-)
To Rachel: oh good lord y wud she ask me? ur her bestie not me
To Santana: I need to study, unfortunately. And rehydrate.
To Santana: B/c you were her bestie first, and she's probably under the impression that she'd get more out of you than from me.
To Rachel: note 2 self buy more water bottles and redbull
To Rachel: fair enuf but just a warning somehow puck just nos and i have no idea how but he'll prbbly looki ensure that i'm not some evil chastity stealing monster -.-
To Santana: And on that note… I think Finn knows too. He's stomping up my driveway like a rhino with an earache.
To Rachel: oh jesus fuck did sum1 tweet about it? don't open ur door i'm on my way over
To Santana: McKinley must have its own version of Gossip Girl….
To Santana: Um… hurry? And bring Puck? And Quinn? And Brittany (she knows Krav Maga). I think he's trying to break down the door… and I'm not sure that he doesn't know where the spare key is.
To Rachel: my $ is on jewfro that creepy lil bastard
To Rachel: b there in 2 babe. brngin the whole club.
To Santana: I'm sure I'll know when you're here from the sounds of carnage and doom….