God, Santana, can you just shut the hell up for five minutes? I’m doing the best I can under my given circumstances. I am not Finn, and people aren’t exactly looking to hire people like me. So excuse me if I take what I can get. It doesn’t have to be good enough for you, but it’s good enough for her. I’m getting to her as fast as I possibly can. So please, piss off.
I’m just as pregnant as Quinn and Finn manages to be around more than you are. He needs job to support me and his child as much as you do. And he has one. I am trying, but I can’t drive and Finn has the car and is at work and I’m trying to get him to help. So instead of trying to make this about me, how about you go freaking help your girlfriend. She isn’t mine, but she is my best friend and I’ll seriously kick your ass if you don’t get there sooner.
I’m trying, Santana! I’m trying to make enough money to support Quinn and the babies, so I’m sorry if I’m not around as much as I need to be. I’m only a man, I can’t do everything at once. And you yelling at me and going all “Lima Heights” on me, won’t help me get to her any faster and won’t stop her from being helpless and scared and alone. Maybe you should try to help her instead of threatening people that only want what’s best for her.
Where the hell have you been? You are so late on this. Your girl is feeling weird and convinced she may lose her baby and you’re off prancing around like a freaking pixie? I don’t think so. Get your ass to a hospital or something and be there for my main girl. I will go all Lima Heights on your ass for leaving her helpless and scared.
No. No you are not losing her. I’m not allowing that to happen. I’m coming to get you and take you to the hospital.
I don’t know, I think I’m losing her…I think I am.
What!? Why? Are you okay? I’ll be there in a second, okay?
Oliver. I’m at home. I’m not sure what’s happening.
Please let me know. I’ve been so busy with work and getting ready for the baby. Now I’m so worried.
Quinny? What’s wrong? Where are you?
Something’s wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this. I can’t find Oliver either and shit. The baby. Going to the hospital.
Whenever you’re free.
Hey cutie pie. Of course I can. Now?