Adventures in FaBerry Sitting
"Isn't she lovely," Artie sang, "Isn't she wonderful—"
"Artie, I swear I will cut you if you sing another line of that song…." Mercedes grumbled as she rocked Beth.
"But you told me it was about a baby," he whined. "I thought it would be perfectly appropriate—"
"First off, yes, it's about a baby. Second, it's so overdone even the Jonas Brothers and Michael Bolton wouldn't cover it. Third, leave Stevie alone."
Artie laughed. "Fine, then what were you thinking of?"
"All I've been able to think of since we got this stupid assignment was Gravity."
"Sara Bareilles?"
"That's the one. It doesn't seem right though."
"Want to give it a go and see what Beth thinks?" he suggested, wheeling over to where he'd left his guitar.
"Sure."
Artie began to play, slightly faster than the original.
Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.
You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.
Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.
You loved me 'cause I'm fragile.
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.
Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.
I live here on my knees as I try to make you see
That you're everything I think I need here on
The ground.
But you're neither friend nor foe
Though I can't seem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down
Keeping me down
You're on to me, on to me
and all over...
Something always brings me back to you
it never takes too long
"Er…Mercedes…" Artie said, nodding down at Beth when the song ended.
"SHE PEED ON ME!" Mercedes yelped. "What do I do?"
"Change her? And think of a new song, because that one's obviously not making Princess Fabray happy…."
"Oh shut up."
"You're telling me you've NEVER been to a baseball game?" Quinn asked, astonished. "Even Lima has a little league team."
"Just wasn't something we did. Dad used to take me to hockey games, but they weren't baseball fans in the slightest," Rachel explained, adjusting her cap. "You're going to have to explain it all to me," she added with a grin.
"It's pretty straightforward…."
Turns out, it wasn't. Rachel was horribly confused by the end of the first inning. The only time she didn't ask questions was when Quinn stood up and cheered, assuming that something great had happened. Quinn tried using this to her advantage and yelling even when the Cubs began crapping the bed, but this just earned glares from the other fans. Plus, Rachel was still confused. After a hot dog run, she ended up just putting her arm around Rachel and enjoying the game.
And shushing the diva when needed, of course.
"I was thinking," Artie said. "I know lullabies are usually slow and everything, but I think we should do something upbeat."
Mercedes handed Beth to him and sat down. She took out her iPod and scrolled through the songs in her karaoke playlist. "Anything, or anyone, specific?"
"Corinne Bailey Rae," Artie said, offering the baby a bottle. He'd volunteered for all feedings, as the smell of diapers triggered his gag reflex.
"Hel—heck yeah," Mercedes said, putting it in the dock and pressing play.
Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
(just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.
Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
By the end of the song, Beth was gurgling up at Artie in what he took as contentment. He picked her up to burp her, and got showered with baby spit up. "MMPH!" he grunted, eyes and mouth closed tightly.
Mercedes laughed and took the baby to get another change of clothes.
LbN: Working on ch. 3 now! Reviews and pancakes make me smile. Since you can't send the latter, I'd love to get the former! ;)