Ohio, Ohio, Ohio
They tried to make me go to rehab
But I said, "No, no, no"
Yes, I've been black
But when I come back
You'll know, know, know
I ain't got the time (The time)
And if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab
But I won't go, go, go
I'd rather be at home with Ray (With Ray)
I ain't got seventy days
'Cause there's nothing (Nothing)
Nothing you can teach me
That I can't learn (Can't learn) from Mr. Hathaway
Yeah, yeah
I didn't get a lot in class {Whoah, oh, woah}
But I know it don't come (Don't come)
In a shot glass
They tried to make me go to rehab
But I said, "No, no, no" (No!)
Yes I've been black
But when I come back
You'll know, know, know
I ain't got the time (Got the time)
And if my daddy thinks I'm fine
They tried to make me go to rehab
But I won't go, go, go
My jaw was dropped. Everyone around us was cheering but we could do nothing but sit there jaws dropped.
"Ok. So I know that Vocal Adrenaline performance really shocked us but we can be just as good. Guys, we can be better but we need more members. We must have 12 members to perform. So you guys are going to be performing at the pep assembly. So let's practice."
Ahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Ahh Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Freak out!
Le Freak, C'est Chic
Have you heard
About the new dance craze?
Listen to us
I'm sure you'll be amazed
Big fun!
"Whoa Whoa! OH HELL TO THE NAH. First of all, you try to bust my face again, and I will cut you. And also, this song is terrible." I huffed and crossed my arms. Mr. Schue just shrugged.
"Okay, no, no, it's not the song. You guys just need to get into it."
Kurt standing behind Rachel raised a finger. "No. it's the song. It's really gay." I made a face because I could've sworn he was gay.
"We need more modern music, Mr. Schue." Artie chipped in.
"I'm sorry, guys. We don't have time to discuss this. We're doing this song this Friday at the pep assembly."
"In f-front of the whole school?"
"Exactly."
"They're gonna throw fruit at us. And I just had a facial."
"I'll press charges if that happens."
"Guys, I can't express to you how important this pep assembly is. We need recruits. We have no choice or else the club is over. This song won us regionals in 93'. It's a crowd-pleaser. From the top."
"I'm dead."
"You and me both."
"He wants us to perform some old ass song on Friday Sam. I refuse to be embarrassed when I'm the head cheerleader." Shrugging he grabbed the snacks and sat down against my headboard. "I don't even know why you joined. It seems a little weird." Glaring at him I sat down between his legs and laid back against him.
"It's not bad, it'll probably get better with more people but we will be buried if we perform this song on Friday."
I felt him kiss me on my cheek and start the movie. "You'll figure it out. You usually do."
"All right guys. How about a little Kanye?" I got too excited.
"For the assembly?" But rolled my eyes at the response.
"No, We won't be ready in time and we're still doing disco. But we can fold this into our repertoire, and it'll be awesome at regionals. Communication is the foundation of any successful music group. If we're going to succeed we need to communicate. You guys asked for modern music, I listened." I rolled my eyes and looked down at Artie as he spoke.
"Mr. Schue, we'd really like to not do disco at that assembly." Instead of responding he just ignored him and continued on. "Finn you're going to take the solo."
"What? No, I-I can't do the solo, Mr. Schue. I'm still learning-learning how to walk and sing at the same time." Taking off his brown leather jacket Mr. Schue responded. "No problem. I'll walk you through it." I'm not gonna lie I wanted to see what it he was all about. "Challenge." I laughed but stopped when he called my name.
"Mercedes, you know this?" I scoffed and pulled at my uniform.
"Oh, I got this." Clearing my throat I crumbled up the sheet music and started.
She take my money when I'm in need
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh, she's a gold digger way over town
That digs on me
(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' with no broke bro
(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' with no broke bro
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head
Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far all those girls you got a flock, I can tell by your charm and your arm
But I'm lookin' for the one, have you seen her?
(No we haven't seen her)
(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' wit no broke bro
(She give me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' wit no broke bro
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down
(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head
18 years, 18 years, she got one of your kids, got you for 18 years
I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids
His baby momma car crib is bigger than his
You will see him on TV, any given Sunday
Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai
She was supposed to buy ya shorty Tyco with your money
She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money
She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your money
Shoulda' got that insured, GEICO for your money, money
If you ain't no punk holla we want prenup
WE WANT PRENUP YEAH
"I Officially call this meeting of Glee Club in session." I rolled my eyes and put my hands in the pockets of my lettermen jacket.
Artie rolled her chair back until it hit the bleachers. "But Mr. Schuester isn't here." She gave him a "duh" looked but answered him. "Mr. Schuester isn't coming. I paid a freshman to ask him for help with irregular verbs."
Groaning, I threw my head back annoyed. "I'm so sick of hearing you squawk, Eva Peron." Before I could continue Finn interrupted me. "Let her talk." I rolled my eyes looking at him but turned back and nodded at her to continue.
"I have an idea for the assembly. They're not going to kill us because we're going to give something them something they want." Kurt's voice erupted. "Blood?" She smiled and nodded.
"Better. Sex." We all smiled. Standing up I clapped my hands and walked down next to Rachel. "We got a couple of hours before they close down the school for the night let's do this."
Our principal began to speak into the mic. "Silence, children. Silence. First an announcement." Tuning him out I shook off my nerves and looked outside the curtains for Sam. Locking eyes with him, he gave me a thumbs up and a wink. Before I knew he was calling out for Schuester.
"Yay, Glee! Glee kids, hooray!"
As he spoke I watched my coach put her fingers over her mouth containing her laugh. Shaking my head I closed the curtain and got into position. He introduced us and the curtains opened up.
Get up on this!
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Get up on this! (Ah, push it) (Hey!)
Get up on this! (Ah, push it)
Get up on this!
Get up on this!
Get up on this!
Now wait a minute, y'all
Now this dance ain't for everybody
Only the sexy people
So all you fly mothers
Get on out there and dance
Dance, I said!
Holla.
Sa-Salt and Pepa's (here)
And we're in effect
Want you to (push it, babe)
Coolin' by day
Then at night (working up a sweat)
C'mon girls (let's go!)
Let's go show the guys (that we know)
How to become (number one) in a hot party show (now push it)
(Ah, push it) Push it good
(Ah, push it) Push it real good
(Ah, push it) Push it good
(Ah, push it) P-Push it real good (Ah, push it)
Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh
Get up on this! (Hey!)
Get up on this!
Yo, baby-pop
Yeah, you, come here (Gimme a kiss)
Better make it fast
Or else (I'm gonna get pissed)
Can't you hear the music's (pumpin' hard)
Like I (wish you would?)
Now (push it)
(Ah, push it) Push it good
(Ah, push it) Push it real good
(Ah, push it) Push it good
(Ah, push it) P-Push it real good (Ah, push it)
Get up on this! (Ah, push it)
Get up on this! (Aww!) (Ah, push it)
(Holla) Get up on this! (Ah, push it) (Hey!)
Aaaaahhhh
Push it!
"YEAH!" JBI jumped up and cheered and soon after everyone else joined in.
Changing back into my uniform I walked out of the bathroom and began walking to my locker but was stopped in my tracks. "Can I get up on that?" I rolled my eyes and turn around. "HAHA." I smiled at Sam and gave him a kiss before continuing my walking.
"That was a really interesting performance. Not gonna lie I had to contain myself from walking up onto that stage and having my way with you." I laughed and pushed him away from me but he pulled me back and stopped us.
Pushing me against the wall he lowered his lips to mine before they could connect I heard Coach in her office.
"Let me get this straight. You're joining Glee Club?" I turned to walk and stood next to the door and crouched down pulling Sam with me.
"I'm sorry, Coach Sylvester, but something is going on between Finn and that thing. You saw how it was undressing him with its eyes. Please don't kick us off the Cheerios."
I heard Sue snap and speak. "Ceasefire on the waterworks. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to see it. You know, Q, when I first laid eyes on you, I was reminded of a young Sue Sylvester, though you don't have my bone structure. But it wasn't until this very moment, I saw how alike we really are."
Rolling my eyes I lightly scoffed and crossed my arms.
"You three are going to be my spies. I need eyes on the inside. Mercedes loves it too much to help me destroy it. We're going to bring this club down from within." Quinn laughed and spoke up. "And I'm going to get my boyfriend back."
"I don't care so much about that." I laughed out loud but stopped when she spoke up again. "What was that?" I looked back and Sam as we crawled away from the window, got up, and turned the corner.
"Since when did she and Finn start dating?" He shrugged and leaned against the wall. "I don't know he was always staring at her during practice. I guess since she couldn't have me she went for the other quarterback." This time I shrugged. "Or maybe she learned after I put her in her place." Laughing he shook his head and started walking away but stopped.
"But hey are you okay?" I shook my head and kissed his cheek. "I'm fine. I'll see you after school."
I shook my head and looked at Santana as Mr. Schue had us doing these ridiculous steps. Finally, someone spoke up. Even if it was Rachel.
"Can we stop please?"
He stopped and turned around. "You don't have to ask me every time for permission to go to the bathroom, Rachel. You can just go." She shook her head. "It's not my bladder. It's the choreography."
He frowned and fully turned around this time. "Okay, what's wrong with the choreography?"
She stepped forward with her head held high. "We can't compete with Vocal Adrenaline with these steps. You're a great vocal coach, Mr. Shue but you're not a trained choreographer. That's what we need to be the best. We need Dakota Stanley." I stood back and watched the back and forth with Rachel and Mr. Schue and even Quinn.
Something's going on. I thought as he called the end of practice.
Everyone was annoying me at rehearsal so I pulled out my phone and texted Sam.
Hey babe
Hey. How's rehearsal?
They're boring me and Mr. Schue's not here so now I'm just sitting here texting you.
Want some entertainment? I'm still at school.
PLEASE
Before long he knocked, walked in, and sat next to me. I pulled him into a kiss and turned toward him after pulling away. They arguing continued as did Sam and I playful banter.
Quinn interrupted everyone.
"I'm bored. All those in favor of hiring Dakota Stanley." Although Quinn really bothers me, I raised my hand. We didn't really do anything much so we all left right after we decided. Sam grabbed my hand and we followed Finn who was chasing Rachel down out.
I watched as they began arguing as Sam and I laughed walking past them.
During lunch, Kurt and I were talking but Quinn came and sat down across from me and motioned him to leave. He got up and she began to speak.
"I know we don't get along but here's some advice. You should totally scoop Kurt." I faked a laugh and shook my head. "A. I'm with Sam, B. I'm not his type, and C. Why do you care?" She shrugged and grabbed my hands. "We should really stop this issue between us. We're on two teams together now. It's time to move past all the pettiness. Plus his a better suit for you than Sam. I'm not trying to get with Sam anymore. Old news, I'm with Finn now. And trust me. You are his type."
I narrowed my eyes at her and crossed my arms. "Huh." I looked at her up and down but Sam sat down next to me before I could. "Hey, babe." I kissed him and looked back at Quinn. "Think about what I said." She said getting up and walking away.
"What was that about?" I shrugged and turned towards him. "Nothing. Just Quinn being Quinn."
"Mr. Stanley! We're the McKinley High Glee Club." We literally had to chase this man down to his car.
"No interviews." Getting into his car he closed the door and prepared to take off.
"We'd like you to choreograph for us." Not gonna lie we look a little desperate chasing down his damn car.
Rolling his eyes he finally looked at us. "Look my fee is $8,000 per number, plus a $10,000 bonus if you place in the top three. And with Dakota Stanley at the wheel, you will place in the top three. Move it." With that, he drove off and left us standing there.
"How are we going to get $8,000?" Thinking for a quick minute I got an idea. "A car wash." Everyone nodded and agreed.
Helping Kurt dry his car he looked up at me. "Did you bring a change of clothes? Because we're going straight to sing-along Sound of Music."
"So listen Kurt this is like the 3rd time we went out and I don't want everyone getting the wrong idea because Quinn thinks I should get with you and-" He raised his hand and stopped me.
"Let me stop you right here. You're not my type. I would never date you or anyone like you for that matter. I like someone like..." He stopped and nodded behind me. I look back and saw Rachel. I turned back with my nose flared. "Look. I know I date Sam and all but that was hella hurtful."
He smiled and continued wiping down his car. "Someone had to tell you the truth." I glared at him and looked down. Picking up the rock that caught my eye. I narrowed my eyes at him and threw it right through his windshield.
Holding my glare I let my thoughts wander.
Ahhhhhh, ahhhhh...
I bust the windows out your car
And though it didn't mend my broken heart
I'll probably always have these ugly scars
But right now I don't care about that part
I bust the windows out your car (Hey!)
After I saw you looking right at her
I didn't wanna but I took my turn
I'm glad I did it 'cause you had to learn (learn...)
I must admit it helped a little bit (ah-ah-ah)
To think of how you felt when you saw it (ah-ah-ah)
I didn't know that I had that much strength (ah-ah-ah)
But I'm glad you see what happens when ha, ha, ha, ha
I bust the windows out ya car (Woah)
You know I did it 'cause I left my mark (wo-ah ah)
Wrote my initials with a crowbar (ah-ah wo)
And then I drove off into the dark (wo-ah-ah)
I bust the windows out ya car, hey (woah)
You should feel lucky that that's all I did (woah)
(woah)
After five whole years of this bullsh- (ah-ah)
Gave you all of me and you played with it
I bust the windows out your car
I was brought back to reality by Kurt. "You busted my window. How you do that? You busted my window!" I sighed angrily and leaned toward him a little. "Well, Karma's a bitch."
Pulling out my phone I dialed Sam's number and when he answered all I could get out of my mouth were sobs. Within five minutes of walking into the building, I felt his arms around me.
"I thought he was my friend and he just embarrassed me like that." After calming down I told him everything and rubbed my arm as we were now sitting on the stage in the auditorium.
"It's okay baby. He's an asshole anyway." I nodded and hopped off the stage. "Let's get out of here." He nodded and we walked to the parking lot.
Standing in a line between Artie and Kurt, I watched as Stanley passed out binders. "Okay, please examine your personalized menus. This is what you're going to be eating for the next six months."
Opening mine I frowned. "Um, mine just says coffee." He nodded and walked down the line. "What's smelt?" I looked down at Rachel then back at our choreographer.
"A pungent, low-carb freshwater fish. Okay, let's start with today's business. Artie, you're cut. You're not trying hard enough."
Looking as he's been slapped Artie looked up. "At what?"
"At walking. We can't be wheeling you around during every number. It throws off the whole dynamic, and it's depressing." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"So, you're kicking him out?" He was not about to do Artie like this. "Mm-hmm. Also you. Youse got to go, Effie." Snapping my head to the side about to say something but he was stopped. "Oh no, no, no. Yeah."
"You can't kick people out of glee club because you don't like the way they look." He frowned and continued on.
"Uh, why don't you shut your face-gash And stay away from aerosol cans because you could burst into flames at any second?" I was so shocked I really couldn't move. He walked past Kurt and stopped in front of Quinn, Santana, & Britany.
"You three– you're great. You're perfect. Seriously. Don't change a thing." But when he walked up to Rachel he stopped.
"Uh, you– ew, nose job." I guess having enough Finn said something.
"Now just hold on a second." When he walked up to Finn I realized just then how tiny he was. Damn, I thought I was little.
"What? What was that, Frankenteen? Why don't you, uh, wipe that dopey look off your face and get some lotion for those knuckles you've been dragging on the ground?" Finn looked as if he was about to begin growling.
"What's wrong with you?" Dakota looked shocked at the question.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me is that you're freakishly tall. I feel like a woodland Creature." Everyone just stopped moving and breathing and just looked at him.
"Um, am I hurting your feelings? Did I say something wrong? Because I thought you wanted somebody who respected you enough to tell you the truth. But maybe you don't have the confidence to hear it, hmm? Maybe you need somebody who's going to lie to you and tell you things like, "you got what it takes." But you know what? As far as I can see, you don't. So, why don't you just take a little second, take a breather, And ask yourself, "Do I want to be a winner or not?" Finn was the first to speak up.
"Screw this. I quit." Everyone basically followed suit after.
"Me t-t-t-too."
"Let's roll, Artie." I began to push his chair toward the door.
"No. Great, great. You know, Separate the wheat from the chaff; that's perfect."
"Wait. Barbra Streisand. When Barbra was a young ingénue, everyone told her in order to be a star, she'd have to get a nose job. Thankfully, she refused." Rolling his eyes Dakota was annoyed by her speaking.
"Where's this going, Yentl?"
"Where it's going is that We don't need you. Let's face it, we're never going to be as good of dancers as Vocal Adrenaline. We're gonna win because we're different. And that's what makes us special." Everyone agreed and began naming special celebrities.
"Okay, so, yeah. Misfits and spaz-heads and cripples can make it, too. That's great. What's your point?" Stepping up to him Rachel looked down. "Our point is that You're fired. And I'm taller than you."
Grunting he looked at her. "Barely."
Picking up my legs Sam sat down and placed them on his lap. Leaning over he caressed my cheek. "So how was that choreographer?" I rolled my eyes and tossed my head back.
"What an asshole. Told me that I needed a diet of only coffee for six months but then after telling Rachel she needed a nose job she went OFF and fired his ass." We laughed about it until he changed the subject.
"What are you going to do about Kurt?" I sighed heavily and looked at him. "I feel really bad about his car. I'm gonna apologize tomorrow." He nodded and turn towards me. Opening my legs he laid between them and kissed me. "Good."
We began making out until my parents walked in. "Samuel Evans. If you want to be welcomed here anymore. I suggest you remove yourself from my daughter." I swing my legs onto the ground and stood up. "Dad!" I whined and covered my face.
"Sam, are you staying for dinner? We're having steak."
I watched him light up. "But of course Mrs. Jones. You don't even have to ask." Laughing we joined my parents in the kitchen and began helping them cook.
Walking up to Kurt at his locker I leaned onto the one next to his and sighed looking at him. "Hey, Kurt." Pushing my hair back behind my ears I turned to him. "I just wanted to say I'm really sorry I did that to your car. I'll pay for it to get fixed." He shook his head and closed his locker.
"It's okay my dad took my baby away anyway." Nodding I shifted my bag and stood up straight as we began walking down the hall. "And I just wanted to say I hope it works out between you and Rachel. You'll have really cute, loud babies." He sighed and looked at me. "Mercedes, I lied to you. I don't like Rachel. I'm gay." Laughing I hip bumped him and smiled. "I know."
He looked at me with wide eyes but before he could respond Sam walked up and wrapped his arm on my shoulder. "Hey, baby." I kissed him and wrapped my arm around his waist. "Walk me to practice?" He nodded and we walked to the locker room.
Once dressed I walked outside and noticed three girls missing. Walking to the squad, I stopped them. "Where's Quinn and Santana." They looked at me. "Coach." I nodded and walked to the radio. "For now adjust without us three. I'll be back. Britany. You know what to do."
Walking towards coach's office I walked but stopped to listen to the conversation. These two are always in her office. "Let me get this straight. The glee club got rid of Dakota Stanley; Mr. Schuester is back; and they're busy at work on a new number, more confident than ever? This is what we call a total disaster, ladies. I'm going to ask you to smell your armpits. That's the smell of failure. And it's stinking up my office. I'm revoking your tanning privileges for the rest of the semester." Santana starts sobbing and walks out. I back up and wait for Quinn.
"Ms. Sylvester, I want to thank you." She narrows her eyes. "For what?"
"For teaching me a valuable life lesson. When you really believe in yourself, you don't have to bring other people down." I chose this moment to walk in. "I was looking for Quinn and Santana."
"Well, they're here. Back to practice. NOW!" We walked out and walked back to the field. Before we walked out the door Quinn grabbed me. "Listen. I want to apologize. For everything. Coach is really persistent as you know so I'm sorry. You're doing amazing as captain. Better than I ever was. Keep it up. I hope we could be friends at least?"
She stuck out her hand and I grabbed it and shook it.
I smiled at her and shook my head. "All is forgiven.
"She apologized?" I nodded and stirred my coffee. "I know at practice she didn't talk back. Even did everything I said when I told her to. I don't know why but she changing and it's for the better."
He toasted his cup with hers and drank from it. "I'm glad to hear. Um, my mom starting going to therapy. She told me she wants to get better and my dad left. It hasn't gotten better only worse Merce and I don't know what I'm going to do." He started crying and I got up and walked around to his side of the booth.
I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. "It's going to be okay Sam. I'm gonna get you some help." I helped him up and we began walking home.
Ok. I'm sorry for the lack of Sam and his issues and after this chapter that's it. I'm going to get to him more. MM MM MM Quinn is up to no good again. But it's okay before after long that's gonna end. Don't worry Sam and Mercedes aren't ending any time soon. Vote on the poll if you really like That Moment