*Quinn's POV*
Last Friday night, Mr.Schue invited us all to a Kareoke bar called "The Lyric Lounge." I suppose it was a coincidence, but I think that Santana had something to do with what happened with me and Rachel.
Put life preservers on your crotches, it was nothing sexual. It was just... awkward.
I was talking to Santana about how I think Finn isn't good enough for Rachel, because... she's her and he's /him/. Well anyways, I was saying "I love her mouth, y'know. Its like... plump" and Santana was kind of ignoring me like she always does when I talk about the Streisand prodigy, and I saw a little lightbulb go off in her head. Then she left me with Brittany, who was taking a vow of silence until Lord Tubbingtons poops chocolate again.
Kurt and Blaine were covering "Call Me Maybe," and Puck's turn was next, but he looked a little wasted.
So Santana went up to Puck, whispered something in his ear and Puck smiled. Then he winked at me.
When Santana got back to the table I asked her what she told him, and she just smiled and held hands with Brittany under the table.
Mr.Schue went up to the mike stand and said "Okay WMHS! Noah was supposed to go next, but he looks wasted so Quinn and Rachel! You're next!"
Santana laughed and applauded loudly. I knew it was something devious.
Rachel and I both walked up to the microphones and the DJ started a song. The screen said it was Paris (Ooh La La) by Grace and The Nocturnals.
Id heard that sing before.
I knew what this song is about.
Santana was gonna regret that.
The music started and the screen signalled for me to start singing.
"You've got me down on the floor! So what you bring me down here for? You've got me down on the floor! So what you bring me down here floor?"
Rachel started her solo. "If I was a man id make my move! If I was a blade id shave you smooth. If I was a judge Id break the law. And if I was from Paris. If I was from Paris. I would say"
The both of us sang the chorus. "Ooh la la lala la la la. Ooh la la lala la la la."
Everyone cheered except Finn.
Finn looked nauseous.
Rachel started off the second verse and she danced around me. "You got me up on a swing! So when you gonna shake that thing? You got me up on a swing! So when you gonna shake that thing?"
"If I was a man id make my move! If I was a blade id shave you smooth! If I was a judge id break the law! And if I was from Paris. If i was from Paris. I would say"
"Ooh la la lala la la la. Ooh la la lala la la la. Oh!"
The music cut off and everyone looked around confused.
Finn walked away from the DJ's station as the guy stuffed money into his pocket.
I shot Finn a nasty look and everyone applauded anyway. Rachel and I bowed and returned to our seats.
"Have fun, Q?"
"Shut up, San."
"You liked it. You were eye-sexing her the whole time."
"Be quiet...was it that obvious?"
Mr.Schue walked passed us and said in my ear "Yes."
I should really keep my homo-erotic feelings to myself.
(A/N: I know this one was pretty badly written, but I don't really write faberry. I kinda liked the parts about Finn, though. Reviews please. :D)