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[Guess what, Siren's Port! Finn Hudson is not coming to you with a question, for once. At least not yet. Nope, instead he's probably just going to end up embarrassing himself. It's not like he hasn't done this in front of a lot of people before, or anything. But, this is different or something]

I don't know how Rachel used to do this everyday then, you know, post it online and everything. I mean, I doubt that many people saw it her videos, because it's not like anyone even uses MySpace anymore, but whatever, I guess. Um... [He trails off as he moves to prop the NV up against his headboard. He clears his throat, then starts to sing this song]

♪ I will keep calling you to see
If you're sleeping, are you dreaming
If you're dreaming, are you dreaming of me
I can't believe you actually picked me ♪

[When the song ends, for a long while the only sound in the room is Finn's breathing. Yeah, that was just as awkward as he thought it would be] It'd probably sound a little better with music or something but I kinda have to work with what I've got and, you know, music isn't really one of those things right now.

[He figures that Rachel would appreciate the big show of affection. And for anyone who doesn't like Valentine's Day? Well, it's a nice song. Enjoy it!]

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[And then a filter!]

So I'm guessing you heard about the bullshit.

[He hesitates then sighs]

Kurt was still bleeding on the floor when I took Rachel home that night.

He was bleeding?

Yeah, it was from some broken dishes, I guess. It was just his hands, but that's not the point. Blaine actually physically hurt him, Santana. I made nice with him or whatever when I got here because of Kurt. Me and Blaine agreed to be civil to keep anyone from uncomfortable tension or something. But all bets are over.

[He got along with Blaine well enough at home, but this isn't home]

Next time I see him, I'm gonna fucking kill him.

Oh, Finny-bear, I love it when you take charge.

[Loftily. But her tone becomes a lot more serious after that.]

I'm going to rip out his eyes and sew them to my ceiling as a warning to all hair-gel addicts to not fuck with Auntie Snix.

[He wants to do the right thing and suggest that they not go down that road. Violence isn't the answer and all that. He really does. But, well, we're past that, aren't we? :|]

Well, it's a start. [A pause] We've gotta do something about Blaine.

Like what? Force him to go to a rehab? Stage an intervention? I'm not writing a fucking letter telling people how I feel, Finn, you're lucky I'm acknowledging my gay-ocity on a public level with like three people.