"...Santana?"

"Dough-face? Come, sits you down. You have something important to ask Auntie Tana."

"You stole that one from Sue."

"Recycled. What's up?"

"...do you think I'm making the right decision?"

"I think only you can know that. So, what's on your mind?"

"And now you're stealing from Facebook. San, I love him. I know I do. I guess maybe I'm just excited? And that is translating itself into nerves."

"It's not too late to back out. But I don't think you want to."

"...no. No, you're absolutely right. It's just nerves and I can't wait-"

"... Kurt? Kurt! Berry, get me a glass of water! Pronto!"

"Why?"

"Just do it! Kurt, come on. I don't know what's happening. Please, you're really scaring me..."

"You can ask politely next ti- Kurt?"

"He just collapsed. I don't know why or what's wrong. And his breathing..."

"I know, Santana, I can hear it."

"Thank god he fell on my bed, the dick, or he would have hit his head pretty- Kurt?"

"Nngghhh..."

"Kurt, come on, drink this. Spill any and you're dead, but just drink."

"... What happened?"

"I was hoping you could tell us that? Can you sit up?"

"... Yeah. Oh, my head."

"Kurt? What do you think happened?"

"...something."

"Gold medal, smarty pants."

"No, I mean something. To somebody else. I... Oh god.Dad. Did he have a second heart attack? Rach, please, ring him."

"Doing it right now."

"Juicy Fruit?"

"Recycling your own, now?"

"I'm glad you're okay."