I'M ENOUGH

KITTY: [POOP EMOJI]

KITTY: No. I'm not exactly Saintly when it comes to my own records.

KITTY: That's just it. I don't want to give him a chance to make mistakes. I don't want him to make mistakes because they hurt me. Him flirting with her hurts me. Him not understanding why I was upset about it hurts me. And those won't even compare if he actually does something with her.

KITTY: I've never had to trust someone like this.

KITTY: Probably another motive. She and Q. run in the same top tier social circles, after all.

KITTY: Why not just get ice cream before tonight?

[TIME SKIP TO RIGHT NOW]

PUCK: [PEACH EMOJI]

PUCK: Fair enough. You ever wish it was smaller?

PUCK: You can't cage him, Kat. He's a human being, not a dog. You just gotta hope none of that shit happens and he realizes he's being a moron for flirting with Q when he's got a catch like you waiting for him at home.

PUCK: It sucks, don't it? An awful feelin

PUCK: I guess it was her latina paternal instincts kickin' in, tryin to take care of a baby face like Hudson

KITTY: Charming.

KITTY: Your little black book is the phonebook, isn't it?

KITTY: I will. I'll text you. I'll be running around tonight, so I'll probably pass you once or twice.

KITTY: Yeah. I'm just scared that he's going to "bounce back" after the damage is done. He was basically in love with her before. Who's to say that it won't happen again?

KITTY: Santana? Seriously? That's... I didn't know that Satan could hold ice cream without it turning into a mush-mess. Whatever. Probably because you'd rather have women when you're sad.

PUCK: [WINKY EMOJI]

PUCK: A small phone book, probably. Does that bother you?

PUCK: Good.

PUCK: People change, Shortcake. Don't let her get to you or she wins and that's that. He cares about you, but he's a dude and he makes mistakes. You just gotta give him a chance.

PUCK: You know he's in bad shape when she's pitying him. I'm surprised she crawled out of whatever hell hole she 'resides' in to come and be around us mortals

KITTY: Which ones?

KITTY: Mm, so I've been told.

KITTY: Okay, /mom/. On stage? ...I don't know about that.

KITTY: Oh, please. I would never do that. I just meant the...I don't know. I don't trust them together. And a part of me feels like she knows exactly what she's doing (I know my own kind) and Finn is clueless and that's what I'm worried about.

KITTY: ... Let me know how he is? Is he... I timed him out and we haven't spoken since. I want to make sure that there weren't anymore wall punches, or anything.

PUCK: Both sets ;)

PUCK: Pretty sure everyone in the Manhattan area has been notified.

PUCK: Alright, alright. At least text me and let me know how you're doing, or whatever. Or don't.

PUCK: Of course she knows what she's doing; she's a harpy, KitKat. She's got her pretty little manicured fingers wrapped around most of the people in St. Judes. But Finn's his own man, he'll bounce right back when he realizes that she's trying to get into his head (and I guess into his pants).

KITTY: Crazy impossible.

KITTY: Yeah, well. You make it easy to.

KITTY: I'm positive. I have to get ready for tonight, anyway. Carbs will just slow me down and if I want to make it through the night without breaking down then I need to just power through.

KITTY: That would be an amazing trick if I could. Finn is... I love him, Puck. I really do. I think it might be the real kind, too, and not just the dumb High School version. But I don't know how to come back for this. Not when I feel this way towards them.

KITTY: I do. I know.

PUCK: Crazy cute dimples.

PUCK: You sayin' I'm easy? 'Cos that's totally right.

PUCK: Promise me you'll eat somethin' at least? Don't want you to pass out on stage or nothin'.

PUCK: Give it some time. I know you think you ain't got much, but the last thing that you need is to like, snap and stab him or somethin

KITTY: You're still crazy.

KITTY: That's... Thanks. For thinking that way about me.

KITTY: I'm just trying to find the silver lining.

KITTY: I don't WANT you gone. I just think that it would be better for everyone if we didn't hang out alone together for right now.

KITTY: I know that. I know. And...I'll probably never be able to return the favor, but I appreciate it.

PUCK: Crazy hot, amiright?

PUCK: ...You're welcome. Thanks for uh, like, believing in me sometimes too. It's like, cool or whatever.

PUCK: You sure you don't want any waffles? I can get that shit to you real quick. I'm a brinner master.

PUCK: That's the same thing, Shortcake. Can't have your waffles and eat 'em too. But I get it. Finn's more important rn. Whatever.

[A LONG PAUSE]

KITTY: You're crazy. I wouldn't ask you to do that.

KITTY: But...you really think all of that about me?

KITTY: Fair points, but I'd probably be able to make friends in Poland. Maybe. Or at least have fancy dinners at long, elegant tables. ...Maybe. I haven't been there in a while. I don't know what it's like nowadays, to be honest.

KITTY: You are.

KITTY: That's not what I meant. Just not right now. Things exploded last night and I hate it and drama is stupid, especially when I'm in the middle of it. I just want things to go well for tonight and to move on.

PUCK: I would do it, you know. If you asked me to.

[SMALL PAUSE]

PUCK: Yeah, I do.

PUCK: You want to eat at a long ass table with a bunch of people you don't like? 'Cos that can be arranged.

PUCK: No I ain't. I said you were right, and you're right. There ain't a damn thing I can do about it, so if you want me gone, I'm gone.

[REALLY LONG PAUSE]