Author's Note: This is an episode dedicated entirely to the Class of 2012 and their life out of Lima. :) This is actually chronologically supposed to be Episode/Chapter 2. All of the random characters in this chapter are people I've adapted off of the Glee Project kids who didn't win, both Season 1 and 2 (even though we don't know the latter outcome) so use your own imaginations and cast your own boys and girls to fill these roles! ^_^ Chapter edited as of May 29, 2012, to reflect the new details revealed in the Season 3 finale.
Part 1: Puck
"You'll be free to leave your post at 7 PM," instructed Puck's new manager, Mrs. Wong.
"Sweet deal, miss!" Puck exclaimed, poring over his schedule for the next month. $8.00 an hour, for two hours a weekday, and four hours on Saturdays and Sundays, guaranteed employment for the next three months. Or, at least if Puck stayed out of trouble. But, that won't be happening. There was a massive 'chick party' in a sorority tonight and Puck, after showing up to the pool shirtless, was invited before half of the girls were.
Punching out at 7:01 PM, Puck made his way to the parking lot, and then drove off to the sorority.
He had attended many sorority parties before. Let's just say, dozens of girls around Ohio know just how badass his entire body is. Of course, Puck never fell for any of their big ass hearts. Alas, apart from the many older women who owned pools in Ohio, the only teenager to ever capture Puck's heart was none other than Lauren Zizes. By the time she graduated she got five full scholarship offers for various schools around the country. To this day, no one knows which one she accepted, seeing as she's been inactive from Facebook for six months.
Finally, as Puck entered the sorority, he found the entire sorority empty, except for the elderly supervisor snoozing away on the couch. Clearly she was one to be snuck past. Puck had to work extra hard to attend sorority parties back in Ohio. Suddenly, Puck got texts flooding into his phone, from Bobby, Mike, Ronnie, and Sally, four work-study students at UCLA who Puck encountered at the pool. It was the sexy brunette and redhead, Sally and Ronnie, respectively, who invited to the sorority party. Mike and Bobby were their boyfriends, though not to Puck's dismay. A call from Bobby started the whole chaos.
Song: "Pool Party" by The Aquabats
Bobby: Dude, what's up?
Puck: Dude, just watching the dating game (Puck watching television through the sorority window)
Bobby: Right on. Hey, dude, guess what's tonight?
Puck: What?
Bobby: Pool party-my house-eight o' clock
Puck: YEAH! (Puck drives off to Bobby's house)
Bobby: You don't even know dude, there's gonna be food and girls and more food and Mike Chilludo's comin'
Puck: Oh yeah!
Bobby: Hold on, dude, hold on.
Puck: Pool party baby
It was a cool party
Cool cool party
La la la la (repeat 2x)
Popcorn, hot dug buns, and hamburger patties
All the food you need to feed the many hungry
Millions of people want in to my party
But it's invite only
And you're on the list baby
Girls: Your pool rips!
Puck: I cleaned it yesterday
Boys: Girls look cute!
Puck: In their swimming suits
Girls/Boys: Holy Guacamole!
Mike: We've got chips!
Bobby: So come on take a dip
'Cause my pool rips!
Puck: It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It was a cool party for the cool kids at my school
It's so cool in my pool (repeat 4x)
All: Yeah yeah yeah!
Puck: Pool party baby
It was a cool party
Cool cool party
La la la la
Pool party baby!
The ratio of girls to guys if five to one
There's hasn't been a party like this since 1981
Come to my party let the games begin
We've even got floaties if you can't swim
Girls: Your pool rips!
Puck: I cleaned it yesterday
Boys: Girls look cute!
Puck: In their swimming suits
Girls/Boys: Holy Guacamole!
Mike: We've got chips!
Bobby: So come on take a dip
'Cause my pool rips!
Puck: It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It was a cool party for the cool kids at my school
It's so cool in my pool (repeat 4x)
All: Yeah yeah yeah!
Puck: I love you girl, you know it's true
To have a super party in my swimming pool
Jump on in and you will see
Just how fun a pool party can be
But don't eat too much before you swim
'Cause you might get a cramp under your chin
Someone AAAH screaming, that's not cool
Who threw that Reggie Bar in the pool?
Ronnie, Sally, Bobby and Mike
It's my pool party; we'll do what we like!
Puck: It was a pool party for the cool kids at my school
It was a cool party for the cool kids at my school
It's so cool in my pool (repeat 4x)
Mike: There's no pool at my school
Ronnie/Sally: So it's cool at my pool
All: Yeah yeah yeah!
Part 2: Santana
"2-4-6-8, who do we appreciate? CARDINALS!"
The cheerleaders of the University of Lousville backflipped through the air, their crimson red uniforms flapping around their bodies as they landed in perfect unison in a uniform pyramid.
The coaches smiled and clicked their timers.
"Fantastic job, girls!" rang the voice of the head coach. "But gather round, I've got a spectacular stunt planned out for the big finale!"
Santana and the other girls huddled around in a circle, drinking water and sports drinks to quench their thirst in the hot September sun.
"So, as you all know, our mascot is the red cardinal—" began the head coach.
"Okay, hold up," Santana said shrilly, holding up her hands and standing up from the circle. "I'm totally going to read your mind, coach. The red cardinal is like, the hot bitch of Angry Birds, even though he's not particularly talented at any destructive powers," Santana said, much to her fellow Cheerleaders' giggles.
"Yes, Ms. Lopez, continue…" muttered the head coach, starting to get a little annoyed.
"So obviously the stunt you have in mind is to launch the top of the pyramid, namely me," Santana said, bowing to the crowd.
"So, Ms. Lopez, what you're saying is that this is a silly idea?" the head coach asked, her eyebrows raised.
"Precisely." Santana said, gathering applause from the other girls. Most of them were from Kentucky so Santana felt a little outspoken what with some of the southern country accents they had, but Santana was adapting well. Apparently the girls were just fawning over Santana's raspy voice that made her choral tunes oh so appealing.
"So what do you suggest?" inquired another coach, a younger woman who seemed new to the coaching staff.
"What I suggest is that we construct a big time red cardinal. Some kids will use a slingshot to shoot the bird at us, and our pyramid tumbles down and lands in a perfect L for our school's first initial," Santana explained, gaining numerous mutters of approval from the entire team.
"Let's do it coach!" said Max, one of two boys on the cheerleading team. "And may I volunteer to be the bird launcher?" he asked, gaining giggles from the girls.
"Well I'm not too big on backflipping, into a perfect shape so I might volunteer as a spotter," added Danielle, the shyest member on the team.
"And I'm assuming the people on the bottom of the pyramid are supposed to somersault perpendicularly in order to lengthen the long side of the L?" asked Tammy, flashing an L across her face, similar to the "Loser" word added to McKinley's sign language.
"Oh hell no you did not just flash the Loser sign in my face!" Santana exclaimed sassily, causing Tammy to nervously clamp her L into a fist.
"No, I didn't mean it—" Tammy began, but cut off by Miley, a Kentucky native.
"Don't worry about it," she said to Santana. "I was the lead singer of Kentucky's group at the National Show Choir competition in May, so I know what it feels like. But don't let it get you down, girl!" Miley clearly knew how to cheer someone up, but what shocked Santana is that she didn't recognize her. Miley's team placed fourth at Nationals last year, right behind the Portland Scale Blazers.
"Well, Miley, I must say I'm impressed. Can't believe I didn't recognize you!" Santana said, grinning and reaching down to shake her hand.
"Well girls, if we're going to initiate this idea we'd best be making our massive stuffed cardinal," suggested the head coach. However the cheerleaders whined and requested a country song by the four girls on the squad who were in Glee Club.
Santana smiled to Miley, Tammy, Danielle, and Max, who stood up and began singing a song that applied to them: they all left behind boyfriends and girlfriends back home.
Song: "Piece of my Heart" by Janice Joplin
Santana: Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on!
Miley: Didn't I make you feel like you were the only mean – yeah!
Tammy: Didn't I give you everything that a woman possibly can?
Danielle: Honey, you know I did!
Max: And each time I tell myself that I, well I think I've had enough
Girls: But I'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough.
Santana: I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on, and take it!
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby!
Others: Oh, oh, break it!
Santana: Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,
You know you got it if it makes you feel good,
Oh, yes indeed
You're out on the streets looking good
And baby deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain't right
Never, never, never, never, never, hear me cry when I cry at night
Babe, I cry all the time!
And each time I tell myself that I, well I can't stand the pain
But when you hold me in your arms, I'll sing it once again
I'll say come on, come on, come on, come on and take it!
Others: Take it!
Santana: Take another little piece of my heart now, baby
Others: Oh, oh, break it!
Santana: Break another little bit of my heart, now, darling, yeah!
Others: Oh, oh, have a!
Santana: Have another little piece of my heart now, baby
You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good.
I need you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it!
Others: Take it!
Santana: Take another little piece of my heart now, baby!
Others: Oh, oh, break it!
Santana: Break another little bit of my heart, now darling, yeah, c'mon now
Others: Oh, oh, have a!
Santana: Have another little piece of my heart now, baby
You know you got it – whoahhhh!
Others: Take it!
Santana: Take it! Take another little piece of my heart now, baby
Others: Oh, oh, break it!
Santana: Break another little piece of my heart, now darling, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah,
Others: Oh, oh, have a!
Santana: Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, hey
Santana: You got it, child, if it makes you feel good.
Part 3: Finn
"So what is the most important thing to remember about retreat?" asked the military commander, who was in charge of the new recruits being deployed overseas to Germany for further training, very soon.
"Oh, um!" Finn exclaimed, raising his hand. "Never do it?" Finn said in his childish grin.
The class exploded into laughter.
"That was the most stupid answer I have ever heard," said the young military colonel, Timothy.
"Where on Earth did you learn that, Hudson?" the commander asked in his startling deep voice.
Finn blushed furiously. Lucky thing he didn't get into the Actor's Studio, or else he'd be following all of Cooper Anderson's fake acting rules. Actually, it was those rules that probably got into Finn's head, causing him to make awful judgments in the military.
For the rest of the month, Finn struggled in training. Even with experience as a three-year varsity quarterback, he wasn't physically up to par as everyone else. One dude didn't even have football experience and he was top of the regime. His name was Timothy.
"Maybe I should have joined Puck in personal training class last year," Finn said to himself as he furrowed his head over his notebook.
"Yes, that would have been a good idea," said Timothy. At the initial sound of his voice, Finn slammed his forehead into his book and turned around.
"Oh, so Mr. Perfect knows all about how to succeed in weight-training, don't you?" Finn shouted to the dormitory at large.
"Actually, yes, I do. I've been lifting since I was in pre-school. Started benching fifty by age six. Timothy began 'going on a tangent' talking about all his experiences in achieving the status of the "700 Club" at his old high school. To get in you had to lift 700 pounds in three sets. Whatever that means.
"You know what, dude, I'm thrilled at how much experience you have, but right now I have to figure out how to ace that obstacle course," Finn said, sighing and returning to the diagram of the course. It was that darn crawling through the mud under the barbed wire fence.
Timothy sighed. Making friends never came easy to him. In reality he was quite annoying, and had a huge habit of flaunting all his strengths to those who don't necessarily know what they're doing. "I'm kind of used to this, you know." Timothy admitted.
"Used to what?" Finn asked, putting down his pen and white out.
"Being ignored like this. Well, not ignored. More like, excluded. The reason I always lifted weights is because I never really had any friends to play with, so my dad kept me in a lot of the time to do something practical," Timothy sighed.
"I'm sorry to hear that, dude," Finn said genuinely. Wheeling his swivel chair closer to Tim's.
"I mean, I know I have a lot to be thankful for. But sometimes, all this strength doesn't even compare to the life others have. Maybe not as physically fit, but having a lot of friends, respect from their family, not having to worry about living alone for the rest of their lives." An awkward silence followed.
"Well, I can relate to that," Finn said. "I mean, in high school I suffered social suicide for joining a Glee Club," Finn explained. "So I was bullied by my own friends. Cost my team a lot of losses, too. Even in my senior year, I wasn't having it because I wasn't sure of what to do with myself. My fiancée was going off to NYADA to be a Broadway performer—"
"OH MY GOSH I NEED TO MEET HER!" Timothy exclaimed.
Finn chuckled. "Well yeah, she's going to be famous. But I always just wondered to myself, why does it always rain on me?"
Song: "Why Does It Always Rain On Me?" by Travis
Finn: I can't sleep tonight
Tim: Everybody saying everything's alright
Finn: Still can't close my eyes
I'm seeing a tunnel at
The end of all these lights
Sunny days
Where have you gone?
Tim: I get the strangest feeling you belong
Both: Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can't avoid the lightning
Finn: I can't stand myself
I'm being held up by invisible men
Still life on a shelf when
I got my mind on something else
Both: Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can't avoid the lightning
Finn: Oh where di the blue skies go?
And why is it raining so?
It's so cold
I can't sleep tonight
Tim: Everybody saying everything's alright
Finn: Still can't close my eyes
I'm seeing a tunnel at the end of all these lights
Sunny days
Oh, where have you gone?
Tim: I get the strangest feeling you belong
Both: Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can't avoid the lightning
Finn: Oh where did the blue sky go?
Oh and why is it raining so?
It's so cold
Both: Why does it always rain on me?
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen?
Why does it always rain on me?
Even when the sun is shining
I can't avoid the lightning
Tim: Why does it always rain on me?
Finn: Why does it always rain on… on…
Part 4: Quinn
"Need help there?"
Quinn jumped, almost thinking she saw Lauren Zizes. In reality it was Helen, a particularly large girl but a sweet and gorgeous singer. She was in Quinn's history class and always volunteered to take Quinn around the city to help her around.
Quinn smiled, picking up her books herself. "No, thank you. But thanks!" Quinn looked up to Helen to find that she was with another one of her friends, Nancy, who was in Quinn's English 101 class.
The trio immediately hit it off, watching movies, they all got parts in the theater program's production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream," and they had study sessions every Wednesday night. It kept them all going through the week, able to look forward to each other's company.
But with the tight rehearsal schedule for the play, Quinn began to feel uneasy, frustrated that her condition retained her from achieving a desirable blocking on stage. Whatever rigorous choreography she did in 'Edge of Glory' last year proved far too physically demanding on her still-compressed spinal cord, so the limp returned shortly after graduation. Choreography was hard to accomplish at this rate.
"I just can't help but wonder why it was me?" Quinn said to Nancy and Helen.
The two other girls looked at each other and jumped into song. A sweet tune, something that Quinn was good at.
Song: "Anyone Can Whistle" by Stephen Sondheim
Helen: Anyone can whistle, that's what they say, easy
Nancy: Anyone can whistle, any old day, easy
Both: It's all so simple… Relax, let go, let fly
Quinn: So someone tell me why can't I?
Nancy: I can dance a tango, I can read Greek, easy…
Helen: I can slay a dragon any old week, easy
Quinn: What's hard is simple
What's natural comes hard
Maybe you could show me
How to let go
Lower my guard
Learn to be free
All: Maybe if you whistle
Whistle for me…
Part 5: Mercedes
"Ms. Jones, show us what you've got," instructed the professor, a middle-aged woman who was very particular about classical music. But this was right up Mercedes' alley. The professor was a die-hard fan of Aretha Franklin; someone who Mercedes had no short repertoire on.
"Gladly, Professor!" Mercedes said brightly, taking center stage in the auditorium where the other kids in her UCLA choir class, and a big number of students sitting in recreationally, sat in anticipation of the performance.
A lot of them had seen Mercedes' Disco Inferno video on YouTube. By summer the video had gotten over a thousand comments. A lot of the people in the room were writers of those comments upon learning about Mercedes' late but fortunate acceptance to NYU. Sure, she had some haters, but she was ecstatic to put her best foot forward to fulfill her dream about being the next world star in the music industry. She was well on her way, or hopefully, at least. She was meeting with that record producer in a couple weeks' time to start rehearsing the background vocals for a new album. It wasn't much, and only a true friend or relative of Mercedes would even hear a drop of her voice with the rest of the ensemble, but it was something. And it was wet feet in the musical industry at best.
Song: "Natural Woman" by Aretha Franklin
Looking out on the morning rain
I used to feel so uninspired
And when I knew I had to face another day
Lord, it made me feel so tired
Before the day I met you
My life was so unkind
But you're the key
To my piece of mind
'Cause you make me feel (the cameras start getting flipped open)
You make me feel
You make me feel
Like a natural woman
When my soul was lost and found
You can along to claim it
I didn't know just what was wrong with me
'Till your kiss helped me name it
Now I'm no longer doubtful
Of what I'm livin' for
And if I make you happy
I don't need to do more
'Cause you make me feel
You make me feel
You make me feel
Like a natural woman
Oh baby, whatcha done to me?
Made me feel so good inside
And I just wanna be close to you
You make me feel so alive
'Cause you make me feel
You make me feel
You make me feel
Like a natural woman
Part 6: Mike
"Brush Up Your Shakespeare, take one!" shouted the director. The Joffrey Ballet Academy of Dance's performance of a director's cut Shakespeare musical didn't manage to find a choreographer to hire. But the dance teacher recommended his prize student to choreograph the show instead. It was none other than Mike Chang himself, the only person with a perfect 'A' in his dance class.
The music played and Mike began teaching the steps. "Scuff, leap, scuff, leap!" Mike shouted to the room at large, the cast behind him struggling to make pace with the speedy choreography. "Step, drag, step drag, hop! Tango backwards, tango forwards, scuttle back, repeat!" Mike turned around to watch the progress, laughing at the ones who couldn't keep up. "And now Adam and Cal hop onto the wall and shove Matt off!"
The audience laughed at this ridiculous choreography, but the best part was the final run-through before Mike left to go attend his Biology 100 class.
Song: "Brush Up Your Shakespeare" by Cole Porter
Mike: The girls today in society go for classical poetry
So to win their hearts one must quote with ease
Aeschylus and Euripides
Matt: One must know Homer and b'lieve me bo
Cal: Sophacles, also Saph-ho-ho!
Adam: Unless you know Shelly, and Keats, and Pope
Dainty Debbies will call you a dope!
Mike: But the poet of them all
Who will start 'em simply ravin'
Is the poet people call
All: The bard of Stratford on Avon
Brush up your Shakespeare
Start quoting him now
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow!
Matt: Just declaim a few lines from Othella
And they'll think you're a hell of a fella
Cal: If your blonde won't respond when you flatter 'er
Tell her what Tony told Cleopat-er-er
Adam: If she fights with her clothes you are mussing
What are clothes much-a-do about nussing?
All: Brush up your Shakespeare
And they'll all kow-tow.
Brush up your Shakespeare
Start quoting him now
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow!
Mike: Better mention "The Merchant of Venice"
When her sweet pound o' flesh you would menace
If her virtue at first she defends-well
Just remind her that "All's well that end's well!"
Cal: And if still she won't give you a bonus
Matt: You know what Venus got from Adonis!
All: Brush up your Shakespeare
And they'll all kowtow!
Brush up your Shakespeare
Start quoting him now
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow!
Adam: If your goil is a Washington Height's Dream
Treat the kid to "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
Matt: If she then wants an all by herself night
Let her rest every 'leventh or twelfth night!
Cal: If because of your heat she gets huffy
Simply play on and "Lay on, Macduffy!"
Mike: And they'll all kowtow! (Adam: For sooth!)
And they'll all kowtow! (Cal: Thinkst though?)
And they'll all kowtow! (Matt: We trou!)
All: And they'll all kowtow!
As soon as the song ended and the four boys dropped down for their final step, Mike's ankle rolled in a puddle of sweat and sent him flying off stage… though off a height of only three feet. With a scream of pain, the screen blacked out.
Soon he was back in dance class with his ankle in a big brace, his crutches lying at the desk's side. The rest of the class was up on their feet at the front of the auditorium learning rigorous new dance steps; something that Mike would have excelled at. He could have even been teaching the class if it weren't for his injury. At the end of the class the professor cornered him, before Mike limped out of the class.
"How are you holding up, Chang?" he asked.
"I'm okay," Mike said. "Doctor says I should be alright within six to eight weeks, but the semester will be mostly over."
"Hey," the professor said encouragingly. "I'm not worried about you passing this class. You're exceptional. What's your dance background?"
"I actually haven't really had any lessons," Mike said. The professor gaped in awe.
"Well you fooled me! You dance like your father is none other than Brian Friedman himself!" the professor complimented.
"Well I mean, I always just watched dance shows and taught them to myself in my room," Mike said with a laugh. "Seems to have worked great though!"
"It has!" the professor said. "Don't let this injury get you down. Until your ankle gets better I'm going to have to give you alternative assignments. Mostly theory work about what we're learning. But you already seem to have a professional grasps on the basics, which is what we learn here. So just hang in there. You'll be back on your feet in no time!"
Mike smiled and took the alternative assignments. A large packet, but nothing due for the next month. "Thanks," he said before limping off to the dining hall.
Part 7: Rachel
NYADA was heaven on earth for Rachel. Her classes were breezing by, and although as competitive as everyone made it out to be, everyone in the musical theater program was getting by highly successfully.
Now in vocal class, the professor asked students for their input on what songs to sing. Rachel, as usual, raised her hand first.
"I would like to suggest Barbara Streisand!" Rachel said, her dreamy eyes sparkling as she flashed off a wide grin.
"Um no, I recommend we pay tribute to none other than Mariah Carey!" another student exclaimed.
Both were met with opposed grunts. Rachel was the only one in the class who idolized Streisand, and everyone else had mood swings with which artists they wanted to pay tribute to.
"I would like to suggest something basic, maybe something Broadway?" asked Ellen, a frilly little girl with a shockingly pure Broadway voice.
"Well I can't see where you are, professor, but how about something more upbeat?" asked Marco, a blind kid with such promise. Rachel idolized him.
"Um, no, how about we just do a Michael Jackson number?" asked Chuck, a hyper kid who never paid attention until his demands were met, though his voice was amazing.
Eventually the class decided on paying tribute to something they all had in common: the friends they left behind back home. Rachel and Ellen smiled at each other, knowing just who to envision as they sang this song.
Song: "Old Friends" by Stephen Sondheim and Evan Pappas
Rachel: Hey, old friend
Are you okay, old friend
What do you say, old friend
Are we or are we unique?
Time goes by, everything else keeps changing
You and I get continued next week
Ellen: Most friends fade
Or they don't make the grade
New ones are quickly made
And in a pinch, sure, they'll do
Chuck: But us old friend, what's to discuss old friend?
Rachel: Here's to us,
Chuck: Who's like us?
Ellen: Damn few
Marco: Hey, old friend
How do we stay old friends
No-one can say, old friends
How an old friendship survive
All: One day chums, having a laugh a minute
One day comes and they're a part of your lives
Charlie: New friends pour
Through the revolving door
Maybe there's one that's more
If you find one, that'll do
Ellen/Marco: But two old friends,
Rachel/Charlie: 'Specially you, old friend
Boys: Here's to us
Girls: Who's like us?
All: Damn few.
Two old friends
Fewer won't do, old friends
Gotta have two old friends
Helping you balance along
One unbraids you for faults and fancies
One persuades you that the other one's wrong
Most friends fade
Or they don't make the grade
And in a pinch, sure they'll do
But us old friends what's to discuss old friend?
Boys: Here's to us
Girls: Who's like us?
Rachel: Damn few.
Part 8: Kurt
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at the Dulles International Airport. We will be taxiing for the next few moments so please keep your seat belts securely fastened until we have arrived at the gate and the captain has turned off the fasten seat belt sign. On behalf of all of us here at United Airlines we would like to thank you for flying with us and we wish you a very pleasant day. Thank you, and come again soon!"
The soothing voice of the chief flight attendant was enough to calm Kurt's emotions down. Everyone seemed to be going on to bigger and better things and he was stuck with a community college education in Washington DC.
"Cheer up, buddy," Burt said. "We're in a new place rich in history. This is like the best you'll get apart from New York!" Indeed, the view was splendid, looking out of the airplane window.
"And you'll have a great time here in the big city," Carol said. "We can even try a visit to the White House soon!"
"Well Mercedes would kill me if I didn't take the time to take a picture with Obama," Kurt joked.
"Well this is only temporary," Burt reminded him. "Just for the year so I can settle in as a congressional representative."
"And we'll visit Lima as often as you'd like," Carol said as she stuffed her in-flight magazine back into the seat pocket.
Momentarily everyone was getting up out of their seats. Kurt hoisted his bag down from the overhead compartment and made his way to the front of the plane. Not a long journey. Burt had booked first class seats. The meal was splendid, if Kurt did say so himself. He had only ever had it one other time before from Lima to New York, and the American Airlines economy class food was no better than a school lunch. But this was literally like a restaurant buffet.
"Thank you!"
"Bye!"
How flight attendants can stand to say those same words to two hundred people every day, Kurt would never know.
"Have fun in the big city!" cheered the chief flight attendant who served the first class cabin. One step out of the plane and everything instantly felt so new, like a foreigner in a strange land. He was literally now in the land of the free and the home of the brave. If only Finn were here to savor the moment with him.
Song: "Walk in Washington" by Scrapegoat (concept: Kurt walking through the streets of Washington DC)
Walk and roll with the punches
I'll keep on walking
The future awaits my reply
Move forward or turn my back
On the healing hand of time
I feel fine, same sick back again and I'm fine
Our hearts will mend in time
Our hearts remain entwined
By the healing hand of time
By the healing hand of time
Legs tire the first thoughts that enter myself
Are of the stress that I felt
I hadn't had my fix
And her parents had a wearing on me
So I stalled my walking
Bitching and moaning
Wasting the time of a life
Walking hand in hand with my beautiful future wife
Reflect and reframe
Day from night
You're hiding I'm seeking
Erroneously screaming olly olly oxon free
If you'd have it be
I'd walk my life away
In the streets of downtown Washington D.C.
I'll keep on walking
Walk and roll with the punches
Museums, high ceilings & the brightest of lights
Breath short
Rising panic as the room contorts
Into the jaws of a lion of an anxious sort
Stalling my walking
Bitching and moaning
Wasting the time of my life
Delving in the interest of my beautiful future wife
Well here's your breath of air
Here's your dying cure
Here's your sign of hope (all hope is gone)
This song's my cure
(Behind the blindfold)
You're hiding I'm seeking
Erroneously screaming olly olly oxon free
If you'd have it be
I'd walk my life away
In the streets of downtown Washington D.C.
Just so you could see
A newer me
And what this boy has grown up to be
Time spent remembering
Every time I'm face to face with it
I wish I couldn't remember
I wish I couldn't remember the wonderful times
Same sick bounce back again and I'm
Same sick bounce back again and I'm fine
From the trees of Athens
To the capital you call your home
I will be there to guide you
Beside you
Our ever-loving spirits divide to new wholes
(Behind the blind fold)
You're hiding I'm seeking
Erroneously screaming, singing for you, olly olly oxon free
If you'd have it be
I'd walk my life away in the streets of downtown Washington D.C.
Just so you could see
A newer me
And what this boy has grown up to be
If it's love we can make it work..
If it's love
Let it work
Part 9: Reuinted… On Skype
Obviously being on Skype wasn't the same as face-to-fact contact, but they were all satisfied, especially with Tina joining in on the chat.
"So, what have you all learned in college?" Tina asked, smiling to Mike in one corner of her laptop screen.
"Wipe the stage dry before vigorous choreography?" Mike suggested, resting his wrapped ankle in front of his webcam.
"Make friends in college or you'll be in for hell," Quinn said while rolling her eyes.
"Friends are important," Finn said, with Rachel and Kurt nodding enthusiastically at his side of the chat window.
"Well I'm quickly becoming a YouTube sensation!" Mercedes said, plugging in the URL to her trending video of "Natural Woman." The kids all laughed and quickly entered the URL into the browsers.
"Oh my gosh, Mercedes, you're wonderful!" Rachel cried, literally with tears coming out of her eyes.
"Well I just got back from an awesome pool party," Puck said by Mercedes' physical side. The chat window could only fit nine windows, so Puck was webcamming with Mercedes in her new apartment in Los Angeles.
"It's just so unfortunate that we can only do this on Saturdays. Stupid timezones," Santana said, filing her nails. She was having a separate conversation with Brittany, who didn't want to be added into the mass conversation, claiming she knows what it's like to be communicating with nine people on one screen. Something about the communication systems on the UFO she was on a few summers ago.
"Well, I really miss you all," Kurt said.
"Let's go back to those old Glee days and just… sing a song," Mercedes said, grinning and pressing the play button on her laptop. Music began flowing through everyone's screens, and everyone jumped into the arrangement.
Song: "Going Away to College" by Blink 182
Finn: Please take me by the hand, it's so cold out tonight
I'll put the blankets on the bed, I won't turn out the light
Just don't forget to think about me and I won't forget you
Rachel: I'll write you once a week (Finn: she said)
Puck/Quinn: Why does it feel the same to fall in love or break it off?
And if young love is just a game then I must have missed the kick-off
Quinn: Don't depend on me to ever follow through on
Puck: Anything but I'd go through hell for you
Mercedes: And I haven't been this scared in a long time
And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine
Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody
This world's an ugly place but you're so beautiful to me
Mike: I think about the times she kissed me after class
And she put up with my friends, I acted like an ass
I ditched my lecture to watch the girls play soccer
Is it my picture still hanging in her locker?
Kurt: And I haven't been this scared in a long time
Rachel: And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine
Both: Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody
Both: This world's an ugly place but you're so beautiful to me
Santana: And I haven't been this scared in a long time
And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine
Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody
This world's an ugly place but you're so beautiful to me