shh i love you

I get older and older every year…

I feel like I’m dying. 

theintense-actor:

……

…Why don’t I bring you to the Anderson family doctor who doesn’t stick giant needles in people’s arms?

You promise me?

modernday-monroe:

I come back here and see that my sister’s acting like a five year-old and not wanting to go tot he doctor’s.  Fran, you’re going, end of story.  Otherwise, you’re just going to keep complaining.  I know you.

 

You’re supposed to be on my side, Quinn.

I feel like I’m dying. 

theintense-actor:

And why not?

… I hate doctors! Every time I go, they stick this huge needle in my arm and it stings like a bitch and they’re all ‘Ms. Fabray, it’ll only hurt for a second’ and I’m all ‘this is not a minute, douchebag!’ and I get all loopy and… I just hate it, okay?

I feel like I’m dying. 

theintense-actor:

Then I’m bringing you to the doctor’s. Come, let’s go.

Coooooooper… I’m not going.

I feel like I’m dying. 

theintense-actor:

It would be fun to character research about someone who thinks she is about to die when and she is actually sick and probably doesn’t visit the doctors because she’s afraid of them.

I won’t complain.

I’m not afraid of the doctor’s.

I feel like I’m dying. 

kurt-loves-coffee:

Frannie, I love you, but I don’t need to know those kind of details about your life..

Is there anything I can do for you? Anything I can bring?

What! If I could get pregnant with Matt Dillon’s kid, I totally would!

No… You and Blaine don’t have to worry about me, alright? I’ll be good. Besides, Cooper already invited himself over, so…

I feel like I’m dying. 

theintense-actor:

Dying is different from being ill, older sister.

I’m coming over, and bringing over things I used on Blaine to nurse him back to health when he was young. And no objections.

… Fine. But don’t complain to me if I accidentally get you sick.

I feel like I’m dying. 

bowties—anderson:

… Do you need me to make some soup (it’s one of the maybe 3 things I can cook) and bring you some? Or anything else?

That’s okay, Blaine. You don’t need to go through trouble just for me. I’ll go crawl under my bed and wait for the cold to go away. Thanks, though!