Chapter 4:
-Quinn Fabray-
"What the hell, man!" Finn yelled as he walked in the choir room. He stopped at Sam's chair, but looked at the other boys in the club. I looked at Puck, and he rolled his eyes. I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around my shoulder, and I let myself sink into happiness. "Sam, how could you do shit like this to me! Actually, all of you!" "Shut up, Finn. You're pissing me off." Sam said. Finn pulled Sam out of his chair and pushed him to the ground. "I'm really pissed off." Finn said. Sam tackled Finn, and that's when the real fun started.
-Santana Lopez-
"Mr. Schue, can you get the two neanderthals off of each other?" I asked. Sam had been acting stupid since yesterday, just because I like sweet lady kisses over making out with a fish. Whatever. "I have a song, I'd like to sing, Mr. Schue." I said. He looked over at me, after breaking up the fight. "Go ahead, Santana." I walked up to the front of the room. "This song is about me becoming me. Who I am. And I don't care what anyone thinks. If you have something to say, well, hit me with your best shot." I said, and then the music started.
Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
That's O.K., lets see how you do it
Put up your dukes, lets get down to it!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Fire Away!
You come on with a come on, you don't fight fair Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
But that's O.K., see if I care!
Knock me down, it's all in vain
I'll get right back on my feet again!
Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Fire Away!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot! Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Come On, Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Fire Away!
Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot!
Fire Away!
"FIRE AWAY!" I finished. I was breathing a little heavily than usual. I didn't breathe throughout most of the song. I looked around the room. Quinn, Puck, Brittney, Mike, Tina, Mercedes, and Blaine were the only ones that clapped. Berry was too scared to do anything, because I'd told her off, and Finn, Sam, and Kurt were all made at me for stupid reasons. Whatever. "So you've accepted yourself, Santana?" Mr. Schuester asked. "Yes, Mr. Schue." I replied. "WAIT.." I said, thinking of it. "I have an idea for our group number! Let's mash-up this song with another song!" I said. Mr. Schuester thought about it. The bell rang, and it was time to leave. Brittney and I had a homepass everyday (after Cheerios got disbanded), and so we drove home together. Brittney didn't have her liscense, because she thought that cars drove themselves (I should never have taken her to see Christine, or Cars..), so I drove. She looked over at me while we were stopped at a red light. "So...you're sure about this?" She asked. I nodded. "I've discovered that people can judge, but the only person I care about is me. My opinion is the only one that matters to me. So screw anyone who doesn't like the fact that I dig girls." We drove off from the red light. Brittney looked at me sadly, but then with admiration. "I'm glad you've come to terms with this, Sanny." She said. As I pulled into her house, I looked over to her, and she kissed me. It was short, but I wanted MORE. I held onto her head, and felt her pushing away. "I..I can't do this. To Artie." She said. She got out of the car, and ran into her house. I put my head down in my hands and felt the tears flow.
-Mike Chang-
I was over at Tina's house, practicing a few dance moves. Tina and I had been making out...and then we took it further. I looked at her, under the covers. "Can I confess something to you?" I said. She looked at me, a scared look on her face. "Yeah." She said. "That was my...first time." I said. She smiled at me. "Mine too." She held me in the dim room, and we hugged. "I love you so much." I said. She didn't reply. Then we heard her front door slam. "Shit! My mom! Hurry and get dressed!" I struggled with the covers, but got my shirt and pants on before her mother walked in the room. Tina had quickly slipped on a dress her mother had bought her. "Tina! You look so adorable!" She said, beaming. Tina was wearing a purple dress with pink flowers all over it. I smiled, and her mother left the room. Tina looked a little shy. "Mike, can I admit something to you?" She asked. "Yeah, of course." I said. "I think...I think I still have feelings for Artie." She said. My heart hit the floor. "You what?" I said, all the happiness gone off of my face. "Yeah, I'm sorry...it's just..I never really thought he'd be able to make me jealous, but with Brittney, he does.." She said. "Well you, and your jealousy can stay here. I'm gone." I said, and I put on my shoes. "Don't bother calling me anymore." I said. "You can't break up with me, Mike!" She yelled. "I just did." I said, and I slammed her front door.
-The Next Day-
-Tina Cohen-Chang-
"Alright guys, Sectionals is in 6 days. We've planned out our solo, Jar of Hearts, our boys number and girls number, and the group number...we haven't figured out yet." Mr. Schue said. "No. I can't do Jar Of Hearts. I'm sorry, Mr. Schue." I said. "What?" He said. "Why not?" "I'm just...sad. That's all." I said. "It's cause Mike dumped her ass like trash yesterday." Santana said. I looked down. "Hey, shut up." Rachel said. "Yeah, Santana, shut the hell up." Mercedes said, backing Rachel up. "Listen, Santana, you can talk all the shit you want, we're not gonna take it anymore." Rachel said. Santana looked shocked at the confrontation, and she didn't say anything. "That's what I thought." Mercedes said. Her and Rachel came and sat on the opposite sides of me. My left and my right hand girls. I smiled.
-Artie Abrams-
Brittney had been quiet all day, which was normal, if I told her we had to play the quiet game she'd believe me for a long time, even if she didn't talk for a week (2 weeks was her maximum). But I asked her what was wrong. "I...I kissed Santana yesterday." She said. My heart dropped. "Are you..are you leaving me for her?" I asked. "No." She said, and she held my hand. "Are you leaving me?" She asked, looking up at my face. "No. We can get through this, because you were totally honest with me." I said, and I smiled. She sat on my lap, and we wheeled off together.
-Rachel Berry-
Tina, Mercedes, and I were in the auditorium. We were thinking of songs that we could all sing together, well, Mercedes and I were, Tina was being solemn and sitting at the piano. "I've got it." Mercedes said, and whispered in my ear. I smiled. "Tina?" I asked. She looked up. And Mercedes found the music to it on her iPod. She played it.
If you need me, call me. no matter where you are, no matter how far. just call my name. i'll be there in a hurry. on that you can depend and never worry.
(you see, my love is alive it's like a seed that only needs the thought of you to grow. so if you feel the need for company, please, my darling, let it be me.) I said "Or Me." Mercedes said.
No wind, (no wind) no rain, (no rain)
Nor winter's cold
Can stop me, babe (oh, babe) baby (baby)
If you're my goal Mercedes sang.
Ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough (say it again)
Ain't no river wild enough
To keep me from you
Ain't no valley low enough (say it again)
Ain't no river wild enough
To keep me from you
Nothing can keep me
To keep me from you
Ain't no valley low enough (one more time)
Ain't no river wild enough (say it again)
To keep me from you
Tina looked as though she was about to cry. She stood up and ran to us, and hugged both of us around our necks. "I love you girls!" She said, and we hugged her back. Things were going exactly as I planned in my high school plan.
END OF CHAPTER 4.
Hit Me With Your Best Shot-Pat Benatar (Sung by Santana Lopez)
Ain't No Mountain High Enough-Diana Ross (Sung by Mercedes Jones and Rachel Berry)