(901): i think i left my bra at your place
(1-901): It's still hanging from my ceiling fan. Please let me keep it there.
Rachel raised her eyebrow as she once again spun full circle looking around her room, she needed that god damn bra, it was the only one that went with the top she wanted to wear. Figuring Santana had probably borrowed it again, Rachel made her way down the hall to her best friends room, not bothering to knock.
Santana stirred a little at the sudden noise in her bedroom, eyes opening to be met with the backside of her best friend, bent over digging through a pile of clothes.
"What the fuck, B, it's like..." Santana turned to eye her alarm clock. "10am"
"Did you borrow my bra?" Rachel asks, standing up and turning around.
"Not recently" Santana shook her head. "Honestly, the last time I borrowed your bra was months ago, so could you please leave me to sleep?"
Rachel rolled her eyes, heading towards the door again, scratching the side of her head in thought. Making her way downstairs, she headed towards the kitchen.
"Morning Rae, what's up?"
"I lost my bra" She announces. "You know the one, it goes with my blue tank"
Mercedes rolled her eyes, of course she knew the one, Rachel and Santana had argued over it many times, apparently it was some sort of wonder bra. "Well, where was the last place you had it?"
"If I knew that, I wouldn't be looking" Rachel replied, before sighing. "Sorry Cedes, it's just that bra always seems to go walk-abouts"
"Wait, didn't you wear it out Thursday night when you crashed at Mike's place?"
Rachel's face lit up. "Yeah. I bet he has it, thief"
Mercedes rolled her eyes as Rachel ran back upstairs, grabbing her phone.
[To]Mike: I think I left my bra at your place. X
[To]Rachel: It's still hanging from my ceiling fan. Please let me keep it there. :] 3 xo
Rachel rolled her eyes, shooting him a text back before deciding to pick a new outfit for the day.
(813): So many lesbians keep hitting on me. I'm about to give up and just go home with the manliest one.
Santana eyes the place she's at once more, she has no idea how or why she's here, she just knows her chances of picking up some male ass and getting laid tonight is slim, unless their boyfriends wouldn't mind adding a girl into the equation for a night.
Taking a sip of her drink, she shook her head again at some random woman heading her way. The woman frowned, turning in her tracks. Taking her phone, Santana shot a random text off to Rachel.
[To]Rachel: So many lesbians keep hitting on me. I'm about to give up and just go home with the manliest one.
Tracing the edge of her glass, Santana waited for a reply.
[To]Santana: Where the hell are you? That sucks. Just head home to us, you can join? ;)
[To]Rachel: Rach is going to kill you when she realises you stole her phone, Chang, but you know what, I'm taking you up on the fucking offer if I don't see me a piece of dick in the next five minutes.
[To]Santana: Santana, that offer isn't valid because it wasn't me who sent it.
[To]Rachel: Fuck you, Rach. I'm getting me a replay of sleazy September, I'll be home in 20 minutes. ;) x
(585): WHO ATE OUR COOKIES WHAT THE FUCK THOSE WERE GOURMET
Puck growled as he searched the cupboard once more, throwing things out as he went. He was about ready to kill someone, no-one touched the cookies without leaving him at least two.
"Dude, what the hell is all that banging?" Sam shouted down the hall from his room. "I can't hear myself think"
"Where are the cookies?" Puck shouted back.
"I don't know why you're asking me, you know I don't eat that crap. Try Mike and keep it down!"
Puck rolled his eyes as Sam slammed his door closed once more, Puck reaching to grab his phone off the table.
[To]Mike: WHO ATE OUR COOKIES? WHAT THE FUCK THOSE WERE GOURMET.
[To]Puck: Uhm, you might want to ask Rae...
Puck let out another growl, rolling his eyes. He could never stay angry at Rachel for too long, she had these stupid doe eyes and he always ended up forgiving her.
[To]Mike: No, she's your girlfriend, you're totally paying for this.
[To]Puck: Dude, we aren't dating and that's not fair. She was hungry the other night and they were out on the side. How's that my fault?
[To]Mike: I'm waiting. Your life is going to be hell for the next week.
[To]Puck: Can't I just buy you more?
[To]Mike: I want them now, not later when you get home, so no.
Puck isn't surprised when Mike camps at Rachel's for the rest of the week.