Santana felt the excitement of the performance day; she was performing with the boys today. The song had been choreographed by Mike and Matt in such a way that some of the moves were even difficult for her. The dance was central around her so she had to work a lot in practices. Puck started the song, so she had to dance with him first.
Puck:
I-I-I-I-I-I
I came to dance-dance-dance-dance,
I hit the floor cause that's my plans plans plans,
I'm wearing all my favorite brands brands brands brands,
Give me some space for both my hands hands hands hands.
Yeah, yeah.
Cause it goes on and on and on.
And it goes on and on and on.
Finn:
I throw my hands up in the air sometimes,
Saying ay-oh, gotta let go.
I wanna celebrate and live my life,
Saying ay-oh, baby let's go.
Cause we gonna rock this club,
We gonna go all night,
We gonna' light it up,
Like it's dynamite.
Cause I told you once,
Now I told you twice,
We gonna light it up,
Like it's dynamite.
Artie:
I came to move move move move,
Get out the way of me and my crew crew crew crew,
I'm in the club so I'm gonna do do do do,
Just what I came here to do do do do,
Yeah, yeah
Cause it goes on and on and on.
And it goes on and on and on.
Finn
I throw my hands up in the air sometimes,
Saying ay-oh, gotta let go.
I wanna celebrate and live my life,
Saying ay-oh, baby let's go.
Cause we gonna rock this club,
We gonna' go all night,
We gonna light it up,
Like it's dynamite.
Cause I told you once,
Now I told you twice,
We gonna light it up,
Like it's dynamite.
I'm gonna take it all like,
I'm gonna be the last one standing,
I rove around like,
I'm gonna be the last one landing.
Cause I-I-I believe it
And I-I-I, I just want it all.
I'm gonna put my hands in the air
Ha-hands in the air
Put your hands in the air-air-air-air-air-air-air-air
Santana made a kind blowing a kiss motion to Mike and Matt, who let their legs collapse.
Finn:
I throw my hands up in the air sometimes,
Santana tapped Puck's shoulder and he collapsed too, Artie feigned unconsciousness.
Saying ay-oh, gotta let go.
I wanna celebrate and live my life,
Saying ay-oh, baby let's go.
Cause we gonna rock this club,
We gonna go all night,
We gonna light it up,
Like it's dynamite.
Cause I told you once,
Now I told you twice,
We gonna light it up,
Like it's dynamite.
On the beat of 'dynamite' Santana was turned around, back to the crowd and let the back of her leather jacket fall, showing the word 'Dynamite' printed on the back of the shirt she was wearing. As soon as the word revealed itself, Finn collapsed too.
Santana hoped Mr. Schue got the message, she was dynamite and he'd be stupid to pass that up. The boys got up and Santana sat back down, looking at Mr. Schue.
Santana figured that the hallway was her and Mr. Schue's spot because after school, once again, the hallway was empty except for the two of them.
"Hey Santana. It was nice of you to help the boys out. I look forward to the girls' performance. Is it tomorrow?" Mr. Schue asked.
"No, it's the day after," Santana murmured.
"I'm sorry about hurting you the other day," Mr. Schue said softly. Santana met his eye. She was really close to him.
"It's okay. I'm all better now," she whispered. His hand moved to move a piece of hair from her face.
"Right, all better. That's good to hear," Mr. Schue mumbled. Santana slowly moved a hand to rest on his neck. She smiled slowly, weakly and hesitantly. His eyes were locked on hers. She leaned forward and laid a gentle and short kiss on his lips. She laughed breathily when she pulled away. They locked eyes. A shudder passed through both of them and Santana kissed him again. He responded eagerly.
Then he suddenly pulled away, making her stumble backwards. He turned and ran out of the building. Santana was torn between smiling, laughing or crying.
She saw him look back at her once before slamming the school door behind him.