uppereastsideblaine:

You’re so adorable.

I know.

eastsidelopez:

I prefer the term brutally honest and blatant. I’ve got the booze ready, so all that’s left for you to do is to get ready. I don’t do promises, so no, I don’t promise to refrain for using a pretty damn flattering, well deserved nickname. I’m glad he’s back; this were getting too dull around here for my taste. I think we all need a new scandal, and I can feel one brewing. 

Whatever makes you sleep at night. Please, I’m always ready. I knew that was a long shot. Hurry up. Of course all you’re focused on is Gossip Girl’s next heyday. Am I the only one who thought things were better without him here?

eastsidelopez:

The more you know. Ah, I’ll pop a bottle of champagne open in honor or your soon-to-be popped cherry. Care to join me for a glass or several? I could have the limo at yours in ten. You always were the smart one out of your little dynamic due with our newly returned, runaway prince. Speaking of which, you must be thrilled about Lady Lips’ being back in town?

You’re disgusting. I’ll only agree if you promise not to call me Legs. Obviously. Oh, yes, I’m positively bursting with joy. How could I not be? Just when I thought we were finally rid of him for good he comes waltzing back to ruin everything.

eastsidelopez:

Some of the other girls I slept with had boyfriends, too, their boyfriends actually put out before I slept with them though. But I suppose I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt because your boyfriend just so happens to be my best friend. Slow your roll, Legs, I could come up with something else but I think you’d prefer Legs to what I have in mind.

I didn’t need to know that. Our private life is none of your business but if you must know, we may be moving forward in the near future. I’d ask what you could possibly have thought up that could be worse than Legs, but knowing you I won’t. I’d prefer to keep my breakfast down.

eastsidelopez:

Ouch. That was one biting comment. I’m Santana Lopez. Trus’ me when I say I can do a lot more than nod—and it’ll make the both of us feel a whole lot better, especially you. It kind of hard not to give you that nickname when you’re prancing around in short skirts all the time. Can’t blame a girl for admiring. 

Like you haven’t said worse. Don’t be gross. I have a boyfriend, if you haven’t already noticed. Most people do have legs, you know. Just because I have legs that I like to show off doesn’t mean I have to be called that.

uppereastsideblaine:

Oh. Sure, sounds like fun.

Oh, it will be.

eastsidelopez:

Ah, and the Queen Bee just can’t stay away from me—even online. It’s nice to see you too, Legs.

I sincerely hope you haven’t deluded yourself into thinking that’s the case. I merely need someone to vent to and you’re so self-absorbed it’s like talking to a wall that can occasionally nod along… And don’t call me that.

eastsidelopez:

Things were starting to get a little dull around here. 

Must you approach everything as a joke, Santana? Now is not the time for kidding around.