Marlen

lolitas:

fuckyeahglee:

fuckyeahamberriley:

Mercedes: This is bad, dude. All our ballads are terrible, because we’re all so distracted. We’re all worried about Finn and Quinn and baby gate. We can’t even sing about our emotions, because we’re so worried about theirs.
Puck: Who cares.
Mercedes: Um, we all do. So we decided we’re all going to sing them a ballad to show that we got their backs.
Puck: Are you kidding me? There’s no way I’m singing to them. Not fair! Finn gets everything! He gets the sympathy, he gets the girl.
Mercedes: What is your problem?
Puck: Finn’s not the father! I am.
Mercedes: What? [pause] Alright, look, you need to get something through your mohawk real quick. You’re the baby’s daddy. It take a hell of a lot more to be a father, and that role has already been cast because Quinn chose Finn. You need to accept that and move on. Cause you have no business messing up that girl’s life anymore than you already have. You need to back off. You owe her at least that much.

unnecessary bitching is unnecessary