"Kat!"

Kat Evans whirled around at the sound of her name, the black leather catsuit she wore making a loud squeaking noise as she moved. Kurt raised an eyebrow at her awkward-looking getup.

"That's the best GaGa outfit you could come up with?"

"Hey, watch it," she said jokingly. "I'm not the one in ten-inch heels."

"Well, that's true."

Kat smiled and continued to walk to the choir room. Kurt caught up to her.

"I take it you're ready for the assignment, then?"

"Yep!"

"What song will you be doing?"

"Oh, that's a surprise," Kat answered with a smirk. "It's unique, I can tell you that."

"I'm intrigued to hear it."

"You won't be disappointed!"

The two walked into the choir room a few minutes early. Mercedes and Tina were already there, chatting animatedly. Kurt sat next to Mercedes, and Kat crossed to the other side of the room. She took out a notebook and started to draw an octopus with wings.

The rest of the Glee kids slowly filed through the door, talking amongst each other. Rachel immediately sat next to Kat, much to the younger girl's dismay. She slipped her bizarre doodles back into her bag as Mr. Schue entered. Glee club was the one class that she didn't doodle through.

"Let's get things started here!" called Mr. Schue, trying to settle everyone down. Once the room was quiet, he continued.

"I see you girls are in your GaGa best." The girls (and Kurt) looked around, admiring each other's costumes. Kat touched the black crown on her head and grinned smugly. "That's good. Does anyone have a song for us?"

Kat raised her hand. "If I may." She pulled the score to Bad Romance out of her bag and walked over to hand it to Brad and the band.

"Go for it," Mr. Schue said, admittedly confused by her song choice, as the girls had already done Bad Romance.

Kat cleared her throat. "Okay, this-this is a Lady GaGa parody by a good friend of mine who goes by the name LittleKuriboh. I'll, uh...I'll let it speak for itself.

She cued the instrumentalists and began singing in a strange accent.

Oh-oo-wo-oh-wo-oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
Let's take his leather pants!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Let's take his leather pants!

She smiled at the club's shocked reactions and started dancing to the beat.
Ha ha
Ha ha ha
Mwuha
Ha ha ha
Da la
La la la
We want his leather pants!

GaGa
Rah rah rah
Na na
Fla fla fla
La la
Cha cha cha
Take off his leather pants!

I'm getting ready
My legs have been waxed
Cause when we get them
I am wearing your slacks
Right on my tush
Tush tush tush
Right on my tush

Hey!

We want your trousers
Your breeches, your chaps
No, you can't get these pants from shopping at Gap
Their service sucks
Sucks sucks sucks
It really sucks!

Kat tried not to laugh at Kurt's "Preach!" reaction to this. She took on a slightly deeper voice to sing the next few lines.
You know that we want them
And you know that we need them
We want the pants!
Your leather pants!

She spun over between verses and grabbed Kurt by the hand, pulling him out onto the floor with her. His eyes widened and she smiled diabolically, trying to dance with him.
Me and Bakura
We will have our revenge
Him and me will take your leather pants!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Me and Bakura
We will have our revenge
Him and me will take your leather pants!

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Let's take his leather pants!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Give us the effing pants!

Blah blah
Blah blah blah
Da da
Pa pa pa
Ya ya
Mama mia!
We want those leather pants!

We don't want vinyl
Or chinos, or briefs
I am a criminal
And he is a thief
Cause we're both hot
Hot hot hot
We are quite sexy

She used the deeper voice to contradict herself.
Marik, that doesn't rhyme!

She then shouted back in the other voice.
Shut up! I am Lady GaGa!

I have watched Psycho
And I liked Vertigo
The Birds was ok
Ooo! I loved Rear Window
By Alfred Hitchcock
Cock Cock Cock
We love Hitchcock!

She spun Kurt around, and he quickly ran back to his seat, horrified by Kat's random moment of spasticness.
You know that we want them
And you know that we need them
We want the pants!
Your leather pants!

She gestured to Kurt, who glared angrily at her.
Me and Bakura
We will have our revenge
Him and me will take your leather pants
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Me and Bakura
We will have our revenge
Him and me will take your leather pants

Oh-oh-Whoa-ah-ho
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
We want those leather pants!
No-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah
Let's steal his leather pants!

Tah tah
Mah mah mah
Bah bah
Wah wah wah
Zah zah
Vah vah vah
Take off his leather pants!

Gah gah
Rah rah rah
Na Na
Flah Flah Flah
La la
Cha cha cha
I like these silly noises

Wear, wear leather baby, work it
Move your tush, it's sexy
Wear, wear leather baby, work it
Move your tush, it's sexy
Wear wear leather, baby work it
Move your tush, it's sexy
Wear wear leather, baby work it-
I'M AN EVIL B*TCH, BABY!

We want your pants
And we want our revenge
We want your pants
And they're really just friends!

She gestured to Kurt and Finn, getting a laugh out of Mercedes, and she smiled.
Je voudrais son
pantalon cuir
son pantalon
Why am I speaking French?
Why am I speaking French?
I don't want to be French!
We want your leather pants!
Take off your friggin' pants!

Me and Bakura
We will have our revenge
Him and me will take your leather pants
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Me and Bakura
We will have our revenge
Him and me will take your leather pants

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Let's take his leather pants
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Remove his effing pants!

She sat on top of the piano as she triumphantly sang the last verse.
Ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Mwuha
Ha ha ha
Ga ha
Ha ha ha
We got the leather pants!

After a long pause, the rest of the Glee kids began clapping slowly. They all seemed reasonably shocked by Kat's performance. She simply grinned and curtsied.

"Thank you, Kat," commented Mr. Schue, walking over to where Kat was standing. "That was definitely...theatrical."

"You're welcome," replied Kat, smiling. She quickly made her way back to her seat, stopping on her way to whisper to Kurt.

"We got the leather pants!"