


Um…um, last night, Miss Santana. I… assumed she was with you….
Are you an idiot, or does that idiotic cowboy hat squeeze your head so tight you lost a few bolts in your head? I’ve been with Puckerman since last night, I’m now just waking up after crashing at his place. Still there.
I just thought you were a dumbass and didn’t tell me when she was back.
In my defense, Santana, I did mention many times I was alone last night. Maybe if you weren’t so busy gettin’ drunk we’d know where Miss Brittany is.

Do you have any idea where she may be?