glee-quirks:

Santana: First of all, anything you do became my business when you decided to toss that slushie up in my grill.

Okay. So here’s what’s gonna go down — Two choices: You stay here and I crack one of your nuts—right or left, that’s your choice, or you walk away and live to be a douchbag another day.

Oh, and also — I have razor blades hidden in my hair. Mhm. Tons. Just all up in there. Mhm.

Blaine: We could’ve handled that.

Santana: It was more fun doing it together.