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Week 8 - Performance: Latin Round

"Thanks Brooke. Continuing on with our Latin round, Rachel and Blaine."

"Dancing the Mambo, Rachel Berry and her partner, Blaine Anderson."

Rachel looked fiercely at Blaine as he stood in the center of the dance floor, looking at her as she stood near the stairs to the stage. The sly grin on her face told him she was ready. From the look on his face, he was too. When the music started, Rachel threw herself into this dance, and knew she was going to dance like never before.

Charlie's Angels, Come on
Uh uh uh
Question: Tell me what you think about me
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
Only ring your cell-y when I'm feelin lonely
When it's all over please get up and leave
Question: Tell me how you feel about this
Try to control me boy you get dismissed
Pay my own fun, oh and I pay my own bills
Always 50/50 in relationships
The shoes on my feet
I've bought it
The clothes I'm wearing
I've bought it
The rock I'm rockin'
I've bought it 'Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you're wearin'
I'll buy it
The house I live in
I've bought it
The car I'm driving
I've bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)
All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollas
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that

On their final pose, the audience immediately jumped to their feet. Rachel was exhausted. Two dances had killed her, but she loved the reaction they'd sparked from the crowd.

Over by Tom, they stood and waited for the judges. "Doesn't look like they're writing much, which I can only assume is a good thing," Tom said. "Len, we'll start with you this time."

"Rachel and Blaine, that was the best Mambo of the season so far." The audience roared with applause and Rachel broke out into the biggest smile, jumping up and down. "You two keep hitting the nail on the head every time and I'm very impressed. The girl who didn't stay shinning her first week now shines through every dance."

Applause filled the room. "Bruno?"

"I think Len just said all I could say. The two of you are the top contenders in this competition now, there's no denying that!"

More applause. Rachel could feel that 30. She could just feel it. "Carrie Ann?"

"I have to agree with them, you have definitely evolved from the weakest link to the top competitor. I wouldn't be surprised if you two made it to the finals." Applause was everywhere. It was a little overwhelming for Rachel. "I think with each dance you're getting better and better, and you trust each other now, which is a big factor in dancing. Trust your partner. And I see a trust in the two of you that I don't see in the other couples."

Well I wonder why, Rachel thought sarcastically, knowing the answer already.

Tom said, "Alright, let's send you back for your scores…"

Rachel and Blaine headed for the dancer's lounge. Immediately upon arrival to Brooke, the judges were ready with their scores. "Will the judges please reveal their scores? Carrie Ann Inaba."

"9."

For the first time, the audience booed at a 9.

"Len Goodman."

He revealed his 10 panel and said, "I wish I could have given an 11."

Rachel's eyes widened and her mouth dropped and she let out a small scream.

"Bruno Tonioli."

"10."

"That's a 29 out of 30, sadly since Len couldn't give you an 11. That gives you an overall score of 58 out of 60, just two points short of a perfect score. It keeps you on top of the leader board for now. How do you feel about that?"

Rachel said, "It feels good to finally be on top when we were average for so long. All of our hard work is paying off."

"Alright, well if you at home want to see Rachel and Blaine here next week, call in your votes or vote online. You get 5 per phone line or e-mail tonight. AT&T customers can text in their votes. Phone lines are open now, and will remain open for a half hour after the show. Tom?"

At the end of the night, Rachel and Blaine ended up on top with a 58 out of 60 overall. Trailing them by a point was Brittany and Artie with 57 out of 60. Quinn and Sam ended up with a 55 out of 60. Mercedes and Kurt had a 54 out of 60. Tina and Mike had a 53 out of 50. Out of everybody, she was actually surprised they were the leaders. They deserved it though. She and Blaine had worked for much too long to make it this far and not be on top of it all. If Carrie Ann was right, they would be dancing their way into the finals in a few weeks. She couldn't wait for that.

Once she'd changed and was on her way out the door, somebody stopped her. "Rachel," a voice said. She knew that voice. Quinn. Turning around, she saw her biggest enemy on the show. "Sam tells me you think I was the one who spilled the beans about Blaine and Kurt."

"I did. Not anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because I trust Sam. He's a genuine guy. Honest and completely selfless, unlike you. Do you even trust him yourself?"

"You know, one thing Sam and I don't show is our personal feelings. We're dating. But we hide that from everybody because we don't need a media circus. Of course, that's something you and Blaine can't seem to cover up, can you?"

Rachel crossed her arms. "We're not wearing neon signs and bright colors, attracting attention on purpose."

"You might as well be. Everybody knows. Even the judges. The only reason you and Blaine are more comfortable around each other and doing better in your dances is because his dick has been inside of you. And I'd bet in more than one place. Sam and I haven't done anything yet."

"Maybe you should. Might help your scores. A 55? Damn." It had been war since Day 1 with her and Quinn. Why stop now?

Quinn looked furious. "When it comes down to it all, you and I will be the last ones standing. And then, Sam and I are taking that trophy home. I guarantee it."

"Sounds like a bet to me."

"Oh it is."

"You're on."