‘oh, i haven’t listened to you talk all year,’ she admitted. ‘but then i see you in your little child sized pants in math and it’s sad. you’re like that sad little poodle lord tubbington ran over on a drug trip. i’m still paying for his wheelie scooter. have you ever seen a two legged dog? so sad.’ brittany considered patting his head but thought better of it.
Lord Tubbington what? Did he really make her think of a half broken dog on a scooter? There could be worse things to make someone think about? Like a fully broken dog in a wheelchair? Wait! What was he thinking?! Blinking and shaking the mental images of scooter poodles and wheelchair bound dogs out of his head–Blaine made another attempt at making sure she heard what he had to say. "Oh? No problem, Brittany. I was just wondering–um–have you..you know? Heard from Santana lately? I mean.. At all?”
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