Hairography.
A/N: I finally get to write some real Heather & Mike lovin. (;
"I feel dirty watching this." Heather whispered to Mike and Matt in the auditorium while the Jane Adams Academy performed on stage.
"Do we have to pay them after?" Matt asked, making a disgusted face at the girls on stage, waving their hair around, and shaking their butts.
"It's not like they're actually hot." Mike said, ignoring the girls on the stage and just playing games on his iphone.
"Is this legal?" Tina whispered, her eyes growing wide. She turned towards Heather, Mike, and Matt who were sitting behind her, "I don't want to go to jail for like, prostitution, or something."
"I don't think so…" Artie said next to her, awkwardly. The girls had finished their number, and ran off the stage loudly.
"Hey, Heather, Mike, Matt," Quinn said, smiling as she sat down on the other side of Matt.
"Hi, Quinn." Matt said, raising his eyebrow in suspicion.
"What's up Quinn?" Mike said, recognizing Quinn's 'I'm up to something' voice.
"What do you need?" Heather said in her regular uppity voice.
"I need you three to do me a little favor." Quinn said, leaning into Matt and lowering her voice so the people around her couldn't hear.
"I need you guys to help Finn, with his dancing, after seeing those girls, We need all the help we can get. I just think that if the judges at sectionals see him and his two left feet, they'll just want to knock us down a few notches. "
"Q, is that really the excuse you're using? We know you too well," Heather shook her head, smiling still.
"Okay, I'm babysitting next Friday night, and I need you guys to keep Finn busy," Quinn said, pointedly.
"You need us, to keep him busy? Why?" Matt said, "You're just babysitting."
"Yeah, Quinn, whatever, I can do it, I'll invite him over on Friday." Heather said, saving Quinn from having to announce her secret that everyone already knew, "You don't need to explain anything, it's cool." But, Heather just shot her a 'we-need-to-talk' look, after.
"Thank you so much, Heather," Quinn said, nodding at her.
"It's cool; Finn actually needs dance lessons anyways," Heather said, laughing a little bit as she recalled her friend's confusion on which way to turn while they were practicing their number.
"Thanks anyways, Heather." Quinn said, jumping off her seat and skipping after Kurt who was turning out of the auditorium.
"So, that's a little sketchy." Mike said, staring at Heather, knowing that she knew something they didn't.
"Wow, are you guys really that oblivious?" Heather gaped at their clueless expressions.
"She wants Finn distracted so she can babysit with some other guy, and because it's Quinn, I'm kinda assuming it's Puck." Heather said, knowing that Mike and Matt had heard about babygate, "But, it could be someone else,"
"I'm pretty sure she never told us that." Mike said, shocked that he apparently missed all of the conversation.
"This might just be why you've never had a relationship," Heather said, shaking her head in disappointment, "and, don't even get me started on you." She stared at Matt, who was obviously head over heels for Mercedes, but didn't understand any of Mercedes' hints that she felt the same way. When their shocked facial expressions didn't change, she just sighed and got up.
"Are we really that oblivious?" Matt said, just staring off after Heather.
"Apparently," Mike said, wondering if girls have a hidden language.
"Hey guys," Mr. Schuester said, walking into the choir room, holding a manila folder, "I did some thinking last night. I think I found our number for sectionals. We're gonna do the title song, from Hair. This song started a revolution." He pulled out the sheet music from the manila envelope and held up for the club to see.
"Did people back then have Mohawks?" Puck said, worriedly, "Like, in the 20s, or whatever?"
"Yeah, Mr. Shue," Finn said, "If we're gonna do a song about Hair, shouldn't we have more hair?" Finn motioned toward his head, lamely.
"One step ahead of you," Mr. Schuester held up a brown bag, "Here are your wigs." He tossed Finn the bag. Rachel got up and stomped over to Mr. Schuester, angrily. They mumbled something, and a few seconds later Rachel stomped back into her seat. Mr. Schuester turned it back to the club, and started laughing.
"Looking great, guys," He said chuckling at all the boys wearing their wigs, "We'll start tomorrow." The bell rang and the students shuffled into the hallway, and dispersed into different directions. Puck handed
"Heather," Quinn called from down the hall, speed walking to catch up to her friend, "You know how I asked for you to distract Finn for me, on Friday?"
"Uhm, yeah?" Heather asked, narrowing her eyes at Quinn, suspiciously.
"I kinda asked Kurt to give Rachel a makeover, so that if she asked Finn if he wanted help with that stupid hairography crap, he'd say yes." Quinn said, "So, you don't have to worry about it."
"Well, I was just gonna invite the whole club to watch a movie, and tell them that you were babysitting, and that Puck was out getting drunk but, that's cool."
"Actually, good idea, then I won't have to worry about them doing anything." Quinn said, shuddering.
"Okay then." Heather said, recalling the late night phone call she had with Quinn on Saturday while Finn went to Puck's house to play video games all night. Quinn had spilled her entire plan to Heather, in hopes that she would understand and try to help.
"Well, I'll talk to you later." Quinn said, turning in the other direction, to go find Puck.
"What'd Quinn want?" Mike said, falling into step with Heather.
"Oh, she just wanted to know what the plans were for Friday. I just told her that I was gonna invite the glee club over so we could watch a movie or something." Heather said, "Make everyone's lives a little easier."
"It's really cool for you to do all this for Quinn, I mean, she's always such an uptight bitch, I would never be that gracious." Mike said, not adding a friendly smile to the end of his statement.
"I'm only mean when it comes to cheerios, my mom wanted me to have a good amount of activities for college so, she made me try out." Heather said, "And, cheerleaders are bitches, so, in order to get through to a group of bitches, you need to be a bitch."
"Wow, nicely put," Mike said, "If you need anything for Friday, just tell me. I can bring over movies or something."
"I'll let you know," Heather said, "And, I need to talk to you, Artie, Tina, and Kurt. It's about time we get Mercedes and Matt together, Friday's the perfect opportunity."
"Have fun with that one." Mike said, laughing as he stopped at his locker, "I'll talk to you in glee then."
"See yah," Heather said, walking towards her Math Class, looking forward to getting time to scheme on how to get Matt and Mercedes together.
"Hey Artie, Hey Tina," Heather said, opening the door to her house, "You guys can just go into the living room, oh, Tina if you want to, you can drop your stuff upstairs in my room. It's the master bedroom. Matt and Mike should be back from Blockbuster soon, I sent them to go get the movies a while ago." Tina ran up the stairs and threw her overnight bag into Heather's room, and then ran back downstairs.
"Do you need help with anything?" Tina asked, smelling the food from the kitchen.
"Nah, it's cool. It's just pizza keeping warm in the oven. Rachel and Finn are on their way, Santana and Brittany are coming later, and Kurt and Mercedes should be here soon." Heather said, sitting on the back of the couch, while Tina wheeled Artie into Heather's living room.
"So, you live here, alone?" Tina gawked, "I mean, doesn't that get lonely?"
"Yeah, well, I basically grew up with my parent's friends kids, and they live 10 minutes away, so, I have family whenever I need it, and about 5 older brothers to kick people's asses if I need them too."
"It must be great to have all that freedom," Artie said, clutching onto the side of his wheelchair angrily.
"It's not all it's cracked up to be, you need plans in order to have fun with freedom." Heather called, "I can't fly if I have no space to fly, if you get the metaphor." The doorbell rang, and Heather came out of the kitchen holding a hot pizza tray with an oven mitt, Tina escorted her back into the kitchen, carefully.
"I got the door." Artie said, expertly maneuvering himself around the couches, and pushing himself up to the door. He opened the door just enough to see Finn and Rachel standing in the doorway, Rachel had her hair in outrageous curls, she was wearing a pair of nearly indecent daisy dukes and a extremely low cut v-neck, and was wearing a crap-load of make-up "Finn, is that Rachel under all that make-up?"
"Yes, Artie, It's me." Rachel said, pushing her way into the house, Finn following her, closing the door behind him loudly.
"Hey guys!" Heather called, from the kitchen.
"Hey Heather," Finn called, "Not to be like, annoying or anything, but, do you have food?"
"Yeah, there's some really, really hot pizza in the kitchen here." Heather called, "And, some sodas in the fridge." Matt pushed open the door, and Mike followed him in holding a handful of DVD's.
"We're back." Mike called, "We didn't know what movies to get so, we asked this girl that was working there for advice, so she showed us a bunch of chick flicks."
"What'd you get?" Heather asked, walking back into her living room.
"Uh, we got a buncha different movies: The Ugly Truth, The Hangover, some movie called The Princess Bride, and you said that you don't have scary movies, so we got The Nightmare on Elm Street, and The Ring." Mike said, winking at Heather sneakily.
"A scary movie, r-r-really?" Tina stuttered, looking apprehensive.
"Well, if you girls are staying over then you can watch your Disney movies and musicals, but, while us guys are here, I'd kinda wanna watch some movies that are good." Mike said, setting the DVDs down and following Finn and Matt into the kitchen.
"Yeah, I have all the Disney Movies on DVD." Heather said, guiltily, walking over to her cabinet and opening it to reveal shelves lined with Disney Movies and Musicals, along with various Romantic Comedies, and the DVD version of the movie, Robin Hood: Men in Tights.
"Hey, Rachel, are you staying overnight?" Heather asked, turning to stare at her face, overloaded with makeup.
"Hm, My dad's are out of town again so, I suppose I could. I'd just need to grab my overnight bag from home." Rachel started.
"Or, I could just give you a pair of sweats, and an extra toothbrush, so you don't have to worry about it. And, you can use my make-up remover to get that crap of your face." Heather cut her off before she could start, barely mumbling the last part of her sentence.
"Uh, that would be lovely." Rachel said.
"Mike, Matt, Finn, Artie, if you guys want to crash here too, It's not like my parents are gonna object." Heather shrugged.
"I might just take you up on that," Mike said, stretching himself out on Heather's uninhabited couch, holding a steamy piece of pizza.
"I doubt my mom would be very happy with that." Artie said, frowning a little; glaring down at his chair.
"Quinn will probably want me home." Finn said, from the kitchen, trying to figure out if he'd burn his fingers trying to get a pizza.
"Well, you can go pick her up when she gets back from babysitting, and then you can grab your stuff from your house." Heather suggested.
"Uh, yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Finn said, trying to knock the pizza from the tray into his paper plate with a plastic fork.
"Are you gonna invite Noah later?" Rachel asked, pulling her top up so her bra didn't show.
"Does is sound bad if I say that I don't want him knowing where I live?" Heather laughed, flashing a genuine smile.
"That's completely understandable." Matt said, "I kinda wish I had thought of that before I threw that party at my house. I walked in on Puck and Santana in my little sister's room, and now whenever I see her My Little Pony comforter, I die a little inside."
"Ew." Heather shuddered, hoping to shake the mental image out of her head.
"Hey, where's your older brother, wasn't he staying here for a couple weeks while he had break?" Mike asked Heather, seeing as he hadn't seen Heather's older brother Kevin since he stood awkwardly in Heather's living room while she talked to her brother about breaking up with her boyfriend.
"He's staying at Eric and Andrew's apartment for the weekend, since he doesn't get to see them much anymore. I said it was cool, since you were all gonna be here." Heather said, "Okay, why don't we eat, and then we can start whatever movie we choose. I'll pop some popcorn, seeing as you guys are all blackholes and never stop sucking down food." Heather shook her head, and everyone shuffled into the Kitchen and grabbed a slice of pizza. The guys all took a seat at the dinner table, Tina sat on Artie's lap, and Heather and Rachel hoisted themselves onto Heather's kitchen counter.
"Hey, are you guys in for a game of Truth or Dare?" Matt said, grabbing a can of Coke from Heather's fridge.
"I'm down," Heather shrugged, figuring that she really had nothing to lose. The rest of the group just nodded in agreement.
"Okay, so, who's going first?" Finn asked, looking around at everyone's scared faces.
"I'll do it." Matt smiled, "Rachel, truth or dare?"
"Truth," Rachel said, fearfully.
"Do you watch porn?" Matt said, sending her a suspicious look, Mike's eyes grew wide and he looked at her with a weird face.
"I tried once, but, I failed to see the entertainment in that. It was purely disgusting." She said, making a disgusted face. Tina gasped a little, and Artie covered his face to stop himself from laughing.
"Wow, I actually expected some insane rant about how deplorable it is." Mike laughed, looking at Rachel. She just glared at him, until he quieted down.
"Okay, Finn, Truth or Dare?" Rachel asked, her eyes fluttering wildly.
"Uh, Dare, I guess?" Finn shrugged, "I don't really got anything to lose."
"Hm, any suggestions?" Rachel looked around, she got a few blank stares from Matt, Mike, and Tina. Heather's phone vibrated and she looked at it, and quickly typed a reply to Kurt's text message.
"Hey, I got one." Heather leaned over and whispered something into Rachel's ear. Rachel replied with a sly smile, "That's good, really good, Heather."
"So, what do I have to do?" Finn asked, nervously.
"You have to kiss the next person to walk through those doors." Rachel proudly proclaimed, a devious smile spreading across her face.
"But, wait, aren't Mercedes and Kurt on the way?" Finn panicked, sitting up straight in his chair, "What if I have to kiss Kurt?" His eyes were wide, and he was taking huge breaths and talking really fast.
"Well, then, you have to kiss Kurt, don't you?" Mike laughed, high-fiving Matt under the table.
"Trust me, I will get you back." Finn said, narrowing his eyes, and flashing Rachel a crooked smile, which sent her into a frenzy of deep breaths and red cheeks.
"Well, it's your turn, Finn, so go for it." Heather said.
"Okay, Mike, Truth or Dare?" Finn said, a sneaky look on his face.
"I thought he wanted to get revenge on Rachel," Mike looked at Matt, a little confused, "anyways, Dare."
"Well, see Heather came up with the dare, so I figured it would be better to get Heather back than Rachel," Finn said, smiling devilishly. Heather faked a shocked look, her cheeks turning a soft pink, "so, you and Heather have to make out, in front of everyone."
"You would like that, wouldn't you, Finn?" Heather said, giving him a little head nod, and a scowl.
"What would you classify as making out?" Mike said, giving Finn both a questioning and disgusted look. Shit, I can't do that, She said she's never had her first kiss, what If she has to waste it on me, and, have her first kiss like, go way overboard like mine did. Omg, shit shit shit.
"I would classify it as, at least a minute, with tongue." Finn said, shooting Heather another devilish glare. Okay, maybe this won't be that bad. I mean, Mike's my closest friend right now, if I had to make out with someone then, I'm glad it's him.
"Hudson, you have no idea what you just got yourself into." Heather glared, only partly playfully, "How do you think I got to be the captain of the cheerios? Especially with Santana in the running."
"Well, right now, you have to make out with Mike," Finn said, smiling triumphantly.
"Just you wait." Heather said. Mike turned red, and got out of his chair. He trudged his way over to Heather.
"Well, let's give them a show." Mike whispered into her ear. She giggled a little, "You look really cute when you do that." He breathed, and cupped her cheeks with his hands. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Wow, that was so different from Brittany, different in a good way. It was, so, perfect. Mike thought, trying to make her first kiss so much more than what his was. Heather could feel everyone's eyes on her and Mike, making out in the middle of her kitchen. Mike pressed against her again, this time a little harder. She tilted her head sideways and let her tongue run across Mike's bottom lip, softly. Their bodies moved together, pushing at Heather, then back towards Mike. He cautiously slid his tongue into her mouth. Heather put her arms around Mike's neck and opened her legs so Mike could step closer to her. Rachel moved off the counter, and awkwardly went to sit next to Matt in Mike's chair. Finn started whistling, and Matt joined him. Mike's hand slid into Heather's hair, and his long fingers got tangled up in her silky, straight black strands.
"Okay, you can take a breath now." Tina coughed. Mike hesitated for a second, but continued kissing her. They were still moving together, like they were on a dance floor. Heather's front door clinked open, and Kurt took a step inside her house, Mercedes only a moment after. Heather broke away from Mike, her face turning bright red.
"Didn't mean to interrupt." Kurt said, waving his hands at Mike and Heather.
"It's cool," Mike joked, pulling himself onto the granite countertop next to Heather, leaving his hand right next to hers.
"Hey, Kurt," Heather smiled, a little too sweetly, "So, you lead Mercedes into the house?"
"Yeah, although your text was a little cryptic, I figured it was for the best." Kurt smiled. Mike, Tina, Artie, and Matt all gasped, and then started laughing.
"You texted him?" Finn said, his eyes flickered with rage, "Is that allowed?"
"I told you I was vicious, Finn. And, there are no rules, so…" Heather shrugged, shooting him a crooked smile. Mike and Tina just exploded with laughter, and Matt blankly stared as he wondered what was going on.
"So, someone remind me to never be on Heather's bad side." Artie said, a nervous look on his face, "Since, she's kind of devious."
"This isn't over, Heather." Finn growled, sitting back in his chair, a billion things running through his mind. What will Quinn say? What if He develops a gay-crush on me? What if it turns out I like it and I'm gay too? Oh god, what will happen to Quinn? Crap. Damn that Heather.
"I think I've already proven that I'm pretty capable of revenge, Finn." Heather winked at him, wickedly.
"Well, is that why Azimio and Karofsky are still throwing slushies at everyone in the club?" Finn said, "If you're so good at revenge, why don't you do something about them?"
"All Karofsky and Azimio are doing are throwing drinks in your face, and drawing on your pictures in the yearbook, can't you just do it back? I mean, they are a hockey player, and a football player. You, Puck, Mike and Matt are 4 of the football team's best players, and Brittany and Santana are the hottest girls in the school, I'm the captain of the Cheerios. Not to mention Mercedes can always threaten to bring her 'bruthas' from the hood and beat their ass." Heather said, looking at them like they're stupid, "I say that you could just throw a drink in their face, and draw on their yearbook pictures, and the natural order of McKinley high can be flipped, once again." Everyone in the kitchen just looked at her, like she was a genius.
"I never thought of that," Finn said, shiftily.
"Isn't it obvious? I mean, the only reason the jocks got away with that crap is because they're bigger, and now that they're fighting the teams' muscle they don't have anything." Heather said, like it was all common knowledge, "Plus, Sue Sylvester thinks I'm god. She thinks I'm just like her. Whatever I say goes. If I can bullshit an excuse to get a girl kicked off the Cheerios, She's as good as off. If you really want to start against Karofsky and Azimio, there's no way they could possibly win. The reason they're popular, is they've got muscle, and a hot Cheerio on their arm. And, that can easily be fixed."
"Dear lord, this girl is a genius." Ku srtaid, in awe.
"The yearbook pictures are taken in a couple weeks, we can get all the past yearbooks defaced by the time the Thunderclap comes out. Then, we just need to make sure that we get to the Libraries copy of the latest Thunderclap before Azimio and Karofsky do. And, along the way, you just need to give them a taste of their own Homophobic medicine. If we put our minds to it, and pull off this win at Sectionals, we can turn the social order of McKinley right around."
"She's god." Matt said, staring at Heather.
"Honestly guys, you can't really believe that the Head Cheerleader got there by being nice, can you?" Heather said, raising her eyebrow and leaning back on her elbows.
"And, I thought I knew you." Mike said, chuckling.
"And, I thought you'd be a horrible kisser." Heather said, winking; causing Mike to turn a shade of bright pink.
"So, how do we make sure that we flip the social hierarchy? I mean, what's the game plan?" Kurt said, obviously excited that he would no longer have to wear a raincoat to school and haul around extra clothes.
"Okay start off hard, something that will make the whole school realize that they're jerks, something to, make them realize that being in the football team doesn't mean anything." Heather said, thoughtfully.
"Hey, remember what you yelled at Karofsky? When you yelled at him that the guys in glee club could get more girls, just 'cause they're in glee club? We could get Brittany or Santana, to pretend to date him, and then have them break up with him to go out with one of the glee guys." Mike said, having a devious moment, "Like you said, Santana and Brittany are the hottest girls in the school—that may or may not be true—having them date gleeks like us, would make the whole school realize that being on the football team doesn't make them anymore desirable. And, the cheerios only sleep with the football team because they think that it's going to keep them on top. Once they see that all the top cheerios are dating glee guys, they aren't gonna wanna even touch Karofsky and Azimio anymore."
"True, and if they see that Karofsky and Azimio are getting slushied by the people like Rachel, Kurt and I, they'll realize that Glee is just as powerful. And, if we can pull off the win at Sectionals, we can definitely convince the school that we're better than the football team, with their one win, and that team of hockey pucks." Mercedes said, showing her diva side.
"Amen to that, Mercedes," Tina said, getting off of Artie's lap to high five Mercedes.
"Well, I gotta hand it to you, Heather," Mike said, "You're kinda amazing."
"I'm glad you came to that realization." Heather said, smiling. Heather's phone started vibrating then playing her ringtone, 'she's a bad mamma jamma.'
"Hey, Santana," Heather said, holding the phone to her ear, "Uh, no everyone's here. We were just talking about how to get back at Karofsky and Azimio." She made a surprised face into the phone. "You're doing what with Puck? That's disgusting, Santana. " Heather shook her head disappointedly, and looked at the floor, "Yeah, I guess. If Brittany wants to come, tell her to come, I doubt she wants to witness that." Heather said, shuddering a little, "Can she work a car?" Heather said, in all seriousness, "Then drop her off, I'm sure he can wait to get your next—whatever it is."
"What the hell are you two talking about?" Mike asked, shooting Heather a questioning look. She held up her finger, signaling Mike to stay quiet.
"No, Santana, whatever, one of us will come to pick her up, don't want to spoil your fun." Heather said, sarcastically, "Yeah, whatever, don't get pregnant." She slid her phone shut and looked at the rest of the glee club members who were sitting in her kitchen and giving her weird stares.
"So, who wants to go pick up Brittany from Santana's house?" Heather said, shining a bright, phony smile, to try to seem innocent.
"Uh, I guess I could go, I kinda don't want to be here to finish this game." Finn said, hopping out of his chair.
"Uh, Finn, you came here with me. Therefore, we'd have to take my car, you can drive though, I can spend my time in the car practicing my hairography." Rachel said, moving out of her chair, and pulling her keys out of her extremely short shorts' pocket.
"Cool, let's split," Finn said, "We'll be back, I guess."
"Uh, you still have to do your dare, Finn." Heather said, giggling a little bit, "I never actually specified where you had to kiss them, you can do it wherever." Trying to make this traumatizing experience a little better for Finn.
"That really makes a difference." Finn said, sarcastically, sending death glares at Heather. Might as well get it over with, he thought, as he passed Kurt. He quickly turned around and pecked him on the cheek. Kurt gasped loudly, and Heather's entire kitchen exploded with applause and laughter.
"What the hell was that?" Kurt said, as Finn awkwardly hurried towards the door.
"That's what happens when you listen to my text messages," Heather said, doubling over in laughter.
"So, Rach," Finn said, his eyes flickering to Rachel's legs every few seconds, which were in close proximity, thanks to the small size of Rachel's pink Honda Prius, "What did you have in mind for the hairography number?"
"Hairography was really big in the 70's, so I was thinking something from Grease." Rachel shrugged, pulling the CD case out of her glove box, and popping in the Grease CD, "What about that song that we sang when you first joined glee club?" She pressed the play button, and started moving around, trying to dance in an enclosed space.
I got chills,
they're multiplying.
and I'm losing control.
Cause the power you're supplying,
it's electrifying.
You better shape up,
cause I need a man,
and my heart is set on you.
Rachel put her hand on Finn's shoulder, and moved a little closer to him.
"Wait, stop. This isn't right." Finn said, crushing himself into the door in order to move away from Rachel.
"What, is something wrong?"
"I need to be honest with you, Rach," Finn said, as Rachel drew her hand away from his shoulder, "I'm really uncomfortable right now, and I'm going to say this as nicely as I possibly can, but you look like a hooker."
"I thought this is what you liked," She said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"No, not at all. I like the way you usually dress, with your sequin legwarmers, and stuff." Finn said, pulling into Santana's driveway. It was weird for him, not seeing the house filled with drunken teenagers.
"I feel so stupid," She muttered, opening the car door and walking to Santana's front door before Finn could reply. Finn watched as she opened the door and Brittany stared at her blankly. Santana walked to the door, and stood in front of Rachel for a few seconds, before she pulled Rachel into her house. Brittany closed the door behind them. Finn sat awkwardly in Rachel's car for 15 minutes, before he pulled out his cell phone, and dialed Quinn's number.
"Hello?" Quinn said, sounding preoccupied.
"Hey, Quinn, it's me." Finn replied.
"Finn, is everything okay?" Quinn said, worry flooded her voice, something that sounded like a growl resounded from Quinn's line. Quinn's voice faltered as she began to talk, again.
"Yeah, everything's fine. I just wanted to talk to you." Finn said, realizing that he sounded completely stupid. There was a low mumbling coming from the other end of the line.
"Well, Finn I gotta go, these kids are insane," She said, trying to sound tired.
"Uhm, Okay, Quinn." Finn said. As soon as he put down the phone, Rachel walked outside Santana's house with her hair flattened out to just a small wave, and her almost-not-there pants were replaced with tight form-fitting black skinny jeans. She had a white lace camisole on, under her low cut v-neck, and they scraped the makeup around her eyes off, and just left some light eyeliner and mascara, her cheeks weren't as pink, and were more of a peachy color.
"Hey Finn," Brittany said, stepping into the front seat of Rachel's car. Rachel opted for the back seat, and leaned onto the car window.
"'Sup Britt?" Finn asked, really only worried about Rachel.
"I think Santana is dating her phone, again." Brittany said, a twinge of sadness in her voice.
"That's too bad," Finn said, shrugging. Rachel just stared out the window, completely zoned out, just letting the embarrassing scene replay in her head. Brittany started talking about Dolphins and Gay Sharks, and Finn just nodded, not listening to anything she said. Finn pulled into Heather's driveway, parking next to Kurt's SUV. They walked in silence to Heather's front door, there was loud music blasting from inside the house. When they walked inside, the furniture in Heather's front room was pushed out of the way, and the group was dancing to music that was exploding out of some surround sound speakers.
"This looks like a party." Rachel said, grabbing Brittany's wrist and pulling her into the crowd.
"Hey, if you guys are up to it, we could really make this a party and move into my surround sound, mirrored, garage, with a dance floor."
"I want to go check this out." Matt said, gliding into Heather's kitchen and opening the door to the garage. He looked inside and saw a finished wood floor, and a wall that looked like two mirrored closet doors.
"This place is amazing." Matt said, cautiously stepping into the room. There were speakers in the four corners of the wall, and a fancy CD player with an included Ipod Dock on the wall.
"Wait 'till you see my closet, and bathroom." Heather laughed. Kurt smiled a little at the thought of a better place to conduct his insane makeovers. Slowly the rest of the group came into the garage, Finn and Mike grabbed the edge of Artie's chair and carefully brought him down the steps.
"What's behind the d-doors?" Tina asked, like she was afraid that a monster was going to pop out of the closet and eat her.
"Are you ready for it?" Heather said, building up suspense, walking up to the door.
"Just open it, drama queen." Kurt said, with a curious tone, hoping it was a secret closet, or something.
"I'm not sure you guys will appreciate it," Heather shook her head, she pushed open the door, and it rolled along the tracks, revealing a wall of shelves, lined with pairs of expensive looking Nikes and Converse shoes.
"Are those Dunks?" Matt said, walking towards the shoes, one hand outstretched lightly.
"Dunks, 6.0's, Air's, Allstars, almost any type of expensive dance shoe. All custom made, and authentic, I even have the certificates for all of them. " Heather said, sliding a piece of paper in a plastic sleeve out from under a pair of purple and white suede, Nike 6.0's.
"Where did you get the money for all of this?" Matt said, wide-eyed.
"My dad and my Mom both are legally obligated to send me one third of their paychecks." Heather said, "My dad makes bank at apple, and my mom doesn't stay at her own house, so she doesn't have many expenses, plus, she's a graphics designer. And, we own this house, so, there's no rent, only groceries and utilities. I've got quite a bit of savings, and I get paid for gigs that our crew gets, and we did go on a tour last summer, with So Real Cru, so, I've got cash to invest."
"So, basically, you're a rich kid." Finn said, smirking.
"I don't have money just to throw around, but if I need it, it's there." Heather said, laughing.
"So, are we gonna get this party started?" Mike said, pulling his ipod out of his pocket and plugging it into the wall dock, the song Dynamite by Taio Cruz started blasting, and the whole room felt like it was vibrating. Brittany pulled Santana into the middle of the room and starting dancing insanely.
"I l-love you guys," Tina said, pushing Artie across the floor and dancing around him.
"Presenting, McKinley High's New Directions." Mr. Schuester said, gesturing to the line up of guys in wigs, and girls in short shorts.
Yes! so crazy right now
Most incredibly
It's your boy, Artie.
It's your girl, Mercedes.
I look and stare so deep in your eyes
I touch on you more and more every time
When you leave I'm beggin you not to go
Call your name two, three times in a row
I'm Hairy, high and Low,
Don't ask me why, I don't know.
Got me lookin so crazy right now
Your love's got me lookin so crazy right now
(Your love)
Got me lookin so crazy right now your touch's
Got me lookin so crazy right now
(Your touch)
Got me hoping you page me right now your kiss's
Got me hoping you save me right now
Lookin so crazy your love's got me lookin
Got me lookin so crazy your love
Give me a head with hair,
Long, beautiful hair.
Shining, Gleaming,
Streaming, Flaxen, Waxen.
Got me lookin so crazy right now
Your love's got me lookin so crazy right now
(Your love)
Got me lookin so crazy right now your touch's
Got me lookin so crazy right now
Down to here
Down to there
Down to where
It stops by itself
(Your touch)
Got me hoping you page me right now your kiss's
Got me hoping you save me right now
Lookin so crazy your love's got me lookin
Got me lookin so crazy your love
"It didn't work at all, did it?" Rachel asked, knowingly. There were still hints of sadness in her voice.
"It's just a rehearsal, don't worry." Mr. Schuester said, lying through his teeth. The two glee clubs switched places. The boys took off their wigs, and the girls moved the hair from their face. They were all smiling slightly, at their competition.
Imagine there's no Heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
The Glee club turned to look at Mercedes, who was singing along with the song. She got up from her chair, and stood next to the boy who was speaking, and started mimicking his hand motions. Artie rolled next to her, and sang along. Slowly, Heather grabbed Matt and Mike's hands and lead them to the second row, they stood side by side, singing along with the Haverbrook kids.
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
By the end of the number, every member of New Directions was standing on the steps, along with the other Glee Club, singing along, and trying to sign with the Haverbrook kids.
You with the sad eyes
don't be discouraged
oh I realize
it's hard to take courage
in a world full of people
you can lose sight of it all
and the darkness inside you
can make you fell so small
But I see your true colors
shining through
I see your true colors
and that's why I love you
so don't be afraid to let them show
your true colors
true colors are beautiful
like a rainbow
Show me a smile then
don't be unhappy, can't remember
when I last saw you laughing
if this world makes you crazy
and you've taken all you can bear
you call me up
because you know I'll be there
And I'll see your true colors
shining through
I see your true colors
and that's why I love you
so don't be afraid to let them show
your true colors
true colors are beautiful
like a rainbow
"See, Mr. Schuester, We don't need Hairography." Rachel said, getting up from her stool.
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