Disclaimer – I do not own Glee!
*Rated T
*Humor/General
Summary: Brittany definitely knows how to make everyone feel awkward.
Master Debating
"Mr. Shue? What's master debating?" Brittany asked innocently.
Mr. Shue nearly choked on the air he'd just inhaled. That had totally sounded like something else.
The other members of New Directions froze.
"What?" inquired their teacher.
"In health class today, we were told about master debating. So what is it?" Brittany continued.
"Oh, Britt," Santana sighed softly, amused that she'd put Mr. Shue in such an awkward situation.
Everyone turned their attention the stunned man, who seemed to be having difficulties breathing. Once that bodily function appeared to right itself, Mr. Shue opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He sighed and stared at Brittany for a moment before he was able to form a coherent sentence. "I think you misheard your teacher."
Brittany frowned. "No. I'm pretty sure it was master debating."
"It's…not…master debating," continued Mr. Shue. "It's something else."
"What is it?"
"It's..."
"Oh, for crying out loud!" groaned Santana. "Brittany, it's masturbating. Not master debating."
"That's all? I know about that already," replied Brittany, smiling.
"We do it all the time. You should know," stated Santana smugly.
"Santana!" scolded Mr. Shue. "That's completely inappropriate."
"I'm confused," interceded Brittany. "What's inappropriate about fishing?"
Mr. Shue looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. "What?"
"Santana said it was master baiting. Isn't that, like, putting worms on a hook or something?" she explained.
"We should really get on with this week's lesson," Mr. Shue replied, trying to switch gears. I just had to be a teacher, didn't I?
Author's Note – I thought this would be an awesome choir room scene.