Chapter 7: The Story Behind the Song

"Mr. Schue, Finn didn't want to sing a ballad from Broadway classics with me!"

"I just suggested that maybe we could try some Bon Jovi's."

"Mr. Schue, Mike was still struggling with his voice and singing ability!"

"Mr. Schue, I don't understand why Tina couldn't perform a solo representing both of us."

"Mr. Schue, Artie had a very strong racial discrimination!"

"Mr. Schue, I was just stating the fact that I couldn't keep up with her vocal!"

"I don't do duet with a dude. NEVER!"

"Sorry, Mr. Schue. Puck was just being… well, Puck."

"…" Rachel didn't say anything but frowned a little and smiled assuredly at Quinn.

"…" Quinn found there was really not any reason, so she just remained silent. After receiving the brunette's smile, she couldn't fight the urge to smile back.

"Okay, guys, guys! It seems very hard for you guys to know each other better and find a song, which expresses your friendship. I never thought it could so hard for some old members as well." Will shook his head disappointingly and looked pointedly at the old members of the club. "Fortunate for you all, there are still two new members who both value and finish this week's assignment. The floor is all yours. Let's welcome, Santana and Brittany."

Santana stood up swiftly, and Brittany, whose pinky was linked with the Latin's, jumped right into Santana and giggled happily. Quinn instantly noticed they were one in a white vest in a white suit and a cane and the other in a black suit, black hat with black tie, blue collar.

Santana smiled warmly at the taller blonde. Yeah, hard to believe the Latin did be capable of "smile warmly."

She cleaned her throat, "First of all, we don't value this silly singing ass-ignment at all. Also, the reason why we did this assignment was that we needn't do this at all. This is different from the hobbit Berry over there, whose brain, unfortunately, is made of songs. This song was the song that made me fell in love with Britt at first sight. She was just resistible. This song was the trademark of our relationship and the starting point where we got to know each other."

It was quite a shock for other people to hear the brunette talk like this. She was not the kind of person who could be very verbal about love confession, but somehow, Brittany made her talkative and…stronger. The bubbly blonde anointed the Latin with love and tender. She found the sensitive, caring girl under that bitchy, tough shell.

"Isn't she the sweetest person in the world?" The bubbly blonde grinned and asked the whole room. Nobody seemed to agree through. However, after receiving the death glare from some Latin Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, everyone started to clapped and nodded. Well, Quinn bet Santana would make everyone agree that Finn was the smartest person in the world if Brittany said so. Unfortunate for Finn, even Brittany wouldn't say that. Once, the poor boy was hitting on Santana and got him a kick on his nuts, and the dancer wanted to console the poor boy by informing that he would survive in the Zombie Apocalypse due to their eating habit of brains. The boy didn't get it until Rachel kindly explained to him that the blonde was implying to the fact that he was lack of the brain and thus was not desirable for zombies.

"I was born in C.A., but I danced with Britney J. Spears to New York for her concert and met Santana, who was in the crowd with Rachel. Then we laid eye on each other. She set me on fire and made me feel really, really hot, like literally. Everything happened in the next 24 hours. Multiply!"

Wait, was that the same feeling when she was in the same room with the other brunette, like literally hot? What?! She didn't feel hot for the other girl.

"All right, done with the talking shit, and get you mind out of the gutter. Keep your pants on and watch carefully for a pro pop music, especially you." She finished her sentence with a finger pointed directly at Rachel.

All my people in the crowd

Grab a partner take it down!

It's me against the music

(Uh uh)

It's just me

(And me)

Yeah

(C'mon, Hey Brittany?)

Are you ready?

(Uh uh, are you?)

Santana sat on the nearest chair and stared right into the blonde who was seductively sweeping her hips and staring right back at the brunette.

Quinn found that it was really hard for her to concentrate on the extraordinary performance in front of the choir room because she was staring at one certain brunette, who frowned and was lost in deep thoughts. Quinn wanted to know so badly, out of nowhere, the diva's thoughts. Why was this song so important to her as well? Did she also have a story behind the song like Brittana did? Wait, what did this word, Brittana, come from? Webster? Oxford? Wiki? Forget it, Fabray, she was overrunning her brains. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the feeling that she could feel a small shade of emotion, which was apparently not hers, in the back of her head. The small piece of mind was haunting her and confusing her. Everything became complicated after their shared kiss, and Quinn couldn't explain it.

It's whippin' my hair, it's pullin' my waist

The sweat is drippin' all over my face

I'm the only one dancin' up in this place

Feel the beat of the drum, gotta get with that bass

I'm up against the speaker, tryin' to take on the music

It's like a competition, me against the beat

I wanna get in a zone, I wanna get in a zone

If you really wanna battle, saddle up and get your rhythm

Tryin' to hit it, chic-a-taa

In a minute I'm a take a you on, I'm a take a you on

Hey, hey, hey

Brittany was dancing so powerfully that nearly everyone jumped up to join her choreography. Quinn was truly amazed by her dance movement. She surely saw some outstanding performers, such as Mike. Nevertheless, Brittany was definitely the best, without the one of, dancer Quinn had ever seen in her life, and she highly doubted she would see another one. She was the master of superb passion and spectacular strengthen. Yet she expressed the dance with swift artistry, which left Quinn speechless. Wait, she said she was a professional dancer, who worked in celebrities' concerts? How could she? Intern? From C.A. to N.Y.? She was, for God's sake, only a normal high school girl, right? Nah, she could read mind. No, Fabray, people regarded it as the ability to easily read people, but not read mind. But, what if… Really, she was not going to believe the girl, who claimed that she was making a time machine! No way! But she was really uncanny. Her ability to read people and the way she thought, behaved, and even her dance movement were... Were those really humanly possible?

All my people on the floor, let me see you dance

(Let me see ya)

All my people wantin' more, let me see you dance

(I wanna see ya)

All my people round and round, let me see you dance

(Let me see ya)

All my people in the crowd, let me see you dance

(I wanna see ya)

Santana finally stood up and strutted to dance floor and circled the group of people without Rachel and Quinn. She sang her part with her power voice, which perfectly marched the taller blonde's proficient dance movement. Suddenly, her eyes landed on the other brunette and started to sing to her.

So how would you like a friendly competition, let's take on the song

Let's take on the song

Let's take on the song

It's you and me baby, we're the music time to party all night long

All night long

We're almost there

I'm feelin' it bad and I can't explain

My soul is bare

My hips are movin' at a rapid pace

Rachel was looking everywhere but the other brunette's eyes, but she eventually looked back. They held the eye contact for quite a few seconds, like they were silently communicating. Quinn stared at them hard. She got this weird feeling in her stomach because she hated the way the Latin could interact with the short diva without a word, but she couldn't move her eyes. She was like a hawk, gluing her eyes at those two until the diva slightly shook her head to hide her smile and shrugged more to herself, as if she finally let something go. Rachel then stood up and moved to the dance floor with the Latin. Brittany jumped right into the diva and shared a victorious grin with her girlfriend.

From the tip of my toes, runnin' through my veins

And now's your turn

Let me see what you got, don't hesitate

I'm up against the speaker, tryin' to take on the music

It's like a competition, me against the beat

I wanna get in a zone, I wanna get in a zone

If you really wanna battle, saddle up and get your rhythm

Tryin' to hit it, chic-a-taa

In a minute I'm a take a you on, I'm a take a you on

Hey, hey, hey

Rachel was smiling and dancing toward Quinn, who was currently the only one sitting on the chair. Quinn must grin like a fool, but she shook her head to refuse her invitation. Nevertheless, when she saw the diva pouted and held out her hands for Quinn to take, Quinn gave in and was pulled up by the diva and sang along with the group.

Hey Brittany, you say you wanna lose control

Come over here I got somethin' to show ya

Sexy lady, I'd rather see you bare your soul

If you think you're so hot, better show me what you got

Quinn could feel Rachel was looking at her, so she shyly looked back. The moment hazel locked with chocolate, they could never tear their eyes apart. They were no longer glancing but openly looking right into each other's eyes, like Santana and Brittany, who were moving in a harmony from hip to hip. Quinn didn't realize when or how, but she found out that she was dangerously close to the diva. She felt the air was sucking out in the room, but she could feel the breath from the brunette. She swore the room temperature was heating up, but she couldn't tell why since her mind was a messy and her brains were no longer working. She took avariciously in the brunette's breathtaking eyes, flawless countenance, too kissable lips… Why was the room so hot!? Why did she want to take a hit of the succulent petals of the diva again so badly?! Looking back at the brunette, Quinn realized that she wasn't the only one who had this feeling. Suddenly, Quinn was blushing like burning. She hated she had such a strong physical yarn for this brunette, and what she hated more was the fact that she loved the intensely burning lust in the brunette's eyes and this feeling of being wanted. She knew that her eyes must hold the equal obvious flame as the chestnut orbs.

The music, which was still on in the background, became blur in Quinn's mind. No sound could knock her out of the spell of the brunette's lips and coffee-colored eyes. She later would be surprised why her boyfriend, Sam, didn't pull her back when she was just a second close to bite down on the brunette's lips and drank on them, and she would find out that the reason was that Sam was, as everyone else in the room, too busy ogling over Brittana's free show of sucking each other's faces and soon-to-become sex on the floor to notice the chemistry reaction between Quinn and the diva.

All my people in the crowd, let me see you dance

Get on the floor, baby lose control, Just work your body and let it go.

If you wanna party, just grab somebody

(Hey Brittany)We can dance all night long

All my people on the floor, let me see you dance

(Let me see ya)

Just at that moment Quinn was about to lose herself in those two pools of awesome chocolate and launched herself to the diva. The diva vanished right in front of her in a blink of eyes. The music was still on, but no one was singing along with that. Turning back and looking along with the rest of people in the room, Quinn was just at time to catch the diva, who suddenly appeared besides Brittana, separated those two, who apparently went out of control.

All my people in the crowd, let me see you dance

C'mon Britney take it down, make the music dance

All my people round and round, party all night long

C'mon Britney lose control, watch you take it down

A standing ovation and cheering snapped Quinn back to the reality. She heard the diva was whispering something to those two performers before she walked back to her seat. "What were you thinking?! San! You almost mate with Brittany in front of those humans!"

"Wonderful job, Santana and Brittany, although the ending was highly inappropriate." Will clapped his hands. "I expect the rest of the club can perform under the inspiration of these two at the end of this week."

Everyone was rushing out of the room as usual, while Quinn was having more and more questions in her mind.

A/N: Me Against the Music, by Britney Spears and Madonna.