Ilvecoffee-n-narutoYouth: Hey guys (whoever's actually reading this story)! I'm back with the next chapter now that school's over. I apologize for the wait, but you guys know how school is, pssh. You know what I just realized, when I'm not sure what to write, I fill the scene with idle dialogue. Now a quick warning for you, I tend to have a flare for the dramatic, so this story is kinda yeah…..But it's what happens when you're a drama queen who writes while stressing over exams and all that hosh-posh. Please feel free to flame me because I deserve it, but if you stick with me, I promise I'll sort everything out. I totally changed most of this chapter though. OMG I seriously can't wait for season 3! Well anyway, here's the next chapter. Oh, and I'm sorry if Mr. Schue (shue?) is completely out of character, or any other character, really. Read and enjoy!
Warning: Same as the other chapters really, language, maybe slightly sexual content…and I changed the performance of toxic and that whole dentist thing…..didn't really make sense to me. So Toxic isn't performed at that assembly, and they just sing randomly. Also I decided not to do the So Here's what you missed on Glee, since this is really just a continuation of the last chapter. Hope you don't mind. Also for this chapter, I decided that the Femme Fatale album was out (not sure if it was), but if it wasn't just go along with it!
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(Osama bin Laden backwards is Nedal nib Amaso! Oh the irony, then irony. The world's clearly coming to an end.)
Episode 3: Britney/Brittany part 2
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Here's what you missed on Glee: Some of Reeves friends from his old school drop by and be bad influences. Reeves gets mad at Kurt and calls him a bitch, but then they make up so everything's cool. Glee club want's to do Britney Spears but Mr. Schue won't let them. Then Reeves goes behind his back and gives a speech that causes a riot. Will the glee club get to do Britney, does Brittany get a new cat, and will Kurt and Reeves finally kiss?
"I agree with Mr. Shue. I don't want to do Britney." OMG, Brittany, doesn't want to do Britney! O, Lame Devil! O Draconian Saint! O The Irony!
"But why? You are Britney?"
"Exactly. I'm Britney Spears. Brittany Susan Pierce. Brittany S. Pierce. Britney Spears. All my life I've lived in her shadow, and I don't want to anymore. I just want to be me."
"If you do this, I'll get you a cat that doesn't try to steal your soul at night."
"Deal."
-bomp!-
Sweet baby Jesus, I'd created a monster. A monster that was ravaging the school halls, screaming about Britney Spears. Perhaps using my exceptional public speaking skills (in my old school, all students were required to take it for at least a semester every year, we also learned how to give the most evasive answer to the public as possible, but that's a completely different story…) to create a riot wasn't for the greater good after all. I was sure I was gonna get expelled for this. Fuck!
I ran out of the auditorium and all I saw was chaos, the kind of chaos when you've found out that you've sold all of your possessions and then realized that the world isn't going to end. Why were there still so many students here! I heard a roar (rawr is dinosaur for I love you) and I saw that Santana (may her bitchiness prosper for years) had dragged (or drug? What is the past tense of drag anyway?) a table into the hallway and was standing on top of it.
"We'll want Britney 'till the world ends!" Awesome way to introduce a performance Santana, seriously, I'm giving you mad props for that. I totally didn't know what song you were going to sing until you said that. Bravo, bravo, Brava actually! There was another loud roar (love you too, Santana) as the rest of New Directions joined he at the table (Not on it. Oh god, if they had all gotten on the table it would have been 'Scarlet Takes a Tumble' times 10). I had to admit though, for a spontaneous performance, they sounded pretty well.
Rachel: I can't take it, take it, take no more
Rachel fell to her knee's and started gripping at her hair, which surprised me. Didn't think Rachel had it in her to commit to a performance that much.
Santana: Never felt like, felt like, felt like this before
Santana grinded slightly against Brittany, who was doing some weird popping dance move in front of her (so basically Santana was like grinding on her head; wanky).
Kurt: C'mon get me, get me on the floor
He shrugged as he joined the others, coming out of nowhere, and I grinned and decided the hell with it! With a running start, I jumped onto the table next to Santana.
Reeves: DJ what you, what you waiting for
All: Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Everyone started grinding on one another, well, everyone started grinding on their respective partners except for Brittany, Artie, and Santana's three-way grind. Brittany was basically giving Artie a lap dance while Santana was dancing 'provocatively' (like a stripper) around them. As I said before, wanky.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUCKERS?" It was…Mr. Schue!
And if anyone believed that, then they deserve the brain damage that they most likely have. What he said in reality was:
"What's going on in here!" Then Finn opened his big mouth and got everything off track.
"We're starting a Protestant Reformation!" Seriously, what the fuck, dude?
"I do not believe that applies in this situation, Finnie." Rachel tried (ha ha, midget motherfucker up in here (wow, today's just one of those days where I have to curse)) to ruffle his hair.
"We talked about Protestant stages in Drama earlier." Brittany smiled dreamily at everyone as Santana rolled her eyes.
"No Brittany honey," I started. "Proscenium stage, and you don't have a drama class."
"My cat, Lord Tubbington, went to a Proscenium after he killed a stripper by stuffing a wad of dollar bills down her throat. He scares me." Brittany then began bawling and Santana pulled her into a hug, petting her hair. I wrapped my arms around both of them (glare all you want to bitch, Brittany lurves me because I'm just so freaking hot. It's shouldn't be legal to be this seductive).
"Don't worry Britt-honey, remember, I'm getting you a new one."
Brittney sniffled. "Thank you."
"That's it!" Mr. Schue screamed, which shocked all. "Everyone. Rehearsal room. Now!"
-Glee-
We were all seated, and most of us had the decency to look at least slightly guilty, except Brittany, of course. She was exempt from most of the rules of society, which really wasn't fair. I was a rarity, a crown jewel. I should be allowed to do as I please. I mean the world really wouldn't function without me, now would it (I really should get tested for ADHD considering that I can't stay focused on one thing for longer than a minute. Ooh, maybe that makes me a demigod or something! Awesome.)
Mr. Schue was pacing back and forth in front of us, seething. Then Rachel stood up, calling the room's attention to her.
"Mr. Schue, I do believe that I speak for everyone when I say that Reeves initiated this." Oh HELL no! Way to throw a guy under the bus, bitch. Hope she knows that I don't take to well to rats. Well, she'll know when she finds the carcass of a bird on her doorstep. Dead birds can't sing. I mean, who does that! Sure I gave a speech, but does that mean I used my Illuminati mind control tactics to force them to sing? I'm awesome, but not that awesome.
"But Mr. Schue," Kurt started. "That is completely not what-"
"Just what were you thinking, Reeves?" Mr. Schue was standing right in front of me. "What made you think this, this riot was going to accomplish anything?"
"Well," I ran a hand through my hair. "I win here; I win there; I win everywhere, so-"
"Can't you be serious for once!" Mr. Schue screamed, which was seriously out of character for him, even on a bad day (well, from what I've experienced so far), like today. He sighed.
"Reeves, you need to realize that no means no." Unless followed by a yes. "It doesn't mean keep trying until you get a yes. We're a team here, and if you can't act like a member, then you can't be one."
"B-but I didn't even do anything!" And I really didn't. How was I supposed to know that everyone was gonna go buck wild and stir up trouble.
"You don't listen, Reeves. Just listen!"
"But-"
"No buts, Reeves!" Mr. Schue sighed and then sat down in a chair in front of everyone. We were silent for awhile.
"Now I don't know what led up to this, riot, but that doesn't matter. We're seriously lacking in communication within glee club, guys. Reeves, you may not have directly told every to go out into the school hallways after school and wreak havoc, but whatever you did or said inadvertently started it." Touché. "But I'm not blaming everything on you, and I apologize for snapping at you like that." He looked at me, as if awaiting a response.
"Maybe I do need to learn that actions have consequences." I admitted, softly. I heard someone snort (probably Santana, or maybe Kurt, dunno).
Mr. Schue smiled before turning to Rachel. "Rachel, if I'm not mistaken, I do believe I heard your voice distinctively. So then why would you try to pin everything on a fellow member?" Rachel's cheeks started to turn red.
"We-well I was just trying t-to look out for the well-being of the glee club as an entirety." Everyone rolled there eyes at this.
"That may be," Mr. Schue said, "But you have detention. All of you. Tomorrow right after school. No arguments from anyone." He glared pointedly at Rachel, then at me. Hey, I'm not arguing. It's better than a suspension, which I'm pretty sure we deserved. "But, two days from now at the assembly, I'm going to let you do one, ONE Britney song, so choose carefully." And with a slight smile, he dismissed us.
-Glee-
About thirty minutes later, I pulled into my driveway, but I stayed seated, thinking about Kurt. I wondered what he was doing (he was probably at his home now too. Duh, but maybe I should call him, just to make sure.) I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the number that I had saved as 'Kurt Hummel: Number one wizard out there'. Not quite sure why I did that. Now that I'm looking at it, it looks quite silly.
"Hello?" Kurt said, picking up after the third ring.
"Hey there."
"Didn't we just see each other less than thirty minutes ago?" I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Yeah, but I just wanted to check on you, make sure you got home safe and sound without being attacked by any trolls or ninjas or something."
"No, my commute was tragically uneventful. No ninja attacks, but I do believe I saw a man that looked strikingly similar to a troll."
"You have to watch those people carefully; they're insidious bastards." I heard him giggle.
"Of course they are. Wait, where are you calling me from. Either you're outside, or you have amazing television speakers."
"Both, actually! I'm in my car, parked in front of my house, and I do have amazing television speakers."
"How modest."
"I try my best." Leaving my book bag in my car, I went inside my house, closing the door with my foot. "So what are you wearing?"
"The same thing I was wearing when I left our school…"
"Hot. What are you doing to yourself?"
"Reeves St. Claire!" I heard yelled from my kitchen. "Are you having phone sex!"
"Whoops, gotta go!" I said, hurriedly into the phone. I heard giggling before I turned off my phone.
"Hey Mum….and Dad." I walked into to the kitchen to find my Mum and surprisingly my dad and sister sitting at out table (well, it really wasn't a table, an Island really, but you get the idea). "Whatever it is, I didn't do it.
"Well, I'd hope not." Dad said, before motioning to the seat next to him. I sat.
"Reeves, Elizabeth," Mum was positively glowing as she looked at my sister and I. "We're having a baby!"
My sister and I both yelled out in excitement at the same time.
"Is it a girl?" Elizabeth asked?
"We don't know yet." Mum smiled at Dad. "You're going to be a big sister Elizabeth!"
"What about me?"
Dad rolled his eyes. "You're already a big brother."
"Whatever. God, I bet Kurt's gonna be so excited when I tell him."
Elizabeth looked up at me. "Who's Kurt?" The silence was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife.
"Yeah Reeves," Mum smirked at me. "Who's Kurt?"
"No one." I mumbled. Whatever happened to Children are meant to be seen and not heard, Elizabeth? "Just a friend from glee club."
"Well," My dad started. "Would you like to invite this friend to dinner one night so we can interroga-um, get to know this friend?"
"You guys suck." I ran up to my room, and slammed the door so I wouldn't have to hear their pathetic laughter. They should know better than to laugh at a wizard, especially one of my caliber.
I pulled out my phone to send a quick text:
Kurt guess wat?
A few seconds later he replied with:
You found your mermaid parents?
Wat?
That sounded more like something Brittany would say…wanky (God I love that word! Saying cool things is really the only think Santana is good at, other than spreading her legs).
Sorry, Brittany's over at my house, she somehow got a hold of my phone.
Cool story bro
Do NOT cool story bro me. It is not a cool story, and I most definitely am NOT your bro.
Lighten up Kurt. He's so intense, just like Rachel (which reminds me, I still need to get a dead bird).
N e way…mum's having a baby!
You can't see it, but I'm screaming with excitement right now. I LOVE babies. Well, not the babies per se, just the decoration that comes with them.
Why am I not surprised?
Well I just thought I'd let u no :) We don't no if its a grl or a boy yet, but im kinda hoping it's a boy so I can hve a lil bro
I'll excuse your atrocious typing for know since you are in a state of over-excitement. Brittany just begged me to ask you if you knew that a Rhinoceros was just an obese unicorn.
It all makes sense now! I knew there was something off about them!
Tell Britt shes a genius n I nevr figured that out. O n give her my numbr so we can talk :)
Will do. I'm afraid to say I have to go now. My father wants to talk to me.
Wait, 2moro, meet me ur lockr b4 skool.
Ay, ay capitain. ;)
He sent me a wink, he sent me a wink. That means we're practically dating right. We're dating! Ok, well maybe we're not dating, but it does mean he likes me, right? My ring tone that alerted me to my texts (Ego, don't laugh. I worship Queen B) went off.
Kurt left me alone, and I started walking around and I don't know where I am anymore.
Maybe giving Brittany my phone number wasn't the best idea…
-Glee-
It was time, it was time. Everything was in place; I could see Kurt at his locker from my hiding spot down the hall, and Brittany and (surprisingly) Santana, who graciously volunteered (Brittany had her wrapped around her finger like, well, like something that gets wrapped around a finger) were in place. I had planned this all night, and there was no way I wasn't going to do it! I'm a winner, not a quitter. There were a few students in the hall, not a grand lot, but not to many: the perfect setting for a non-hostile performance (that is, if none of those 'jocks' are here, but I doubt they're smart enough to even know if they should be at school now, so I think I'm good). Unfortunately, I was neither bad-ass or kiss-up enough to get the band to play for me, so we were going acappella! Yeah!
Surprisingly, I was nervous. I could feel the butterfly's prancing around in my stomach. I breathed in deeply to calm myself, then began, walking towards him, slowly (and sexily, because it is possible to walk sexily. Ask Edward Cullen. He gives lessons on it at the rec centre).
(A.N.: I did this whole section without lyrics!)
Reeves: Baby, can't you see? I'm callin' a guy like you should wear a warning. It's dangerous. I'm fallin'.
A few people looked up at me as I passed them singing, and Kurt's head snapped up as soon as I was in hearing distance.
Reeves: There's no escape, I can't wait. I need a hit, baby give me it. Your dangerous, I'm lovin' it.
Then out of nowhere (well, to the spectators at least) Brittany and Santana appeared to back me up.
Brittany & Santana: Too high, can't come down. Losin' my head, spinnin' round and round. Do you feel me now?
We were now standing in front of Kurt who was blushing his head off. I smirked and leaned my head so it was right in front of his.
Reeves, Brittany & Santana: With the taste of your lips, I'm on a ride. You're toxic I'm slippin' under. With the taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you. Don't you know that you're toxic?
Kurt started to back down the hallway and try to run away, but we followed after him. After all this planning, we couldn't just quit in the middle of a performance, now could we?
Brittany & Santana: And I love what you do. Don't you know what you're toxic?
When we caught up to Kurt, I pinned him (gently) to a locker, my face inches from him.
Reeves: It's getting late to give you up. I took a sip from the devil's cup. Slowly, it's taking over me.
With a glare, Kurt pushed me off of him and proceeded down the hallway, and with a smirk (see, parallelism there), we followed after him. Kurt ducked into an empty classroom (except for the teacher) and we went in with him.
Brittany & Santana: Too high, can't come down. It's in the air, and it's all around. Can you feel me now?
Kurt finally gave up and decided to sit down and let us finish our song in the classroom, though I'm sure the teacher didn't appreciate that, due to the looks he was giving all of us.
Reeves, Brittany & Santana: With the taste of your lips, I'm on a ride. You're toxic I'm slippin' under. With the taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you. Don't you know that you're toxic?
Brittany and Santana each sat down in seats on the opposite side of Kurt.
Brittany & Santana: And I love what you do. Don't you know what you're toxic?
I kneeled in front of the desk Kurt was sitting in and smiled at him nervously.
Reeves: And I love what you do, don't you know that you're toxic?
And with that, with that, we finished our performance, because we really had no intention of bringing it out any longer than this, and really, at this point in the song it was just the same thing repeated over and over again. I'm pretty sure Kurt got that we thought he was toxic, so why go any longer? There was an awkward silence between us.
"Well," Santana stood up. "I'm out bitches." After being given detention by the teacher for cursing, she stormed out of the room, mumbling under her breath in Spanish.
"So…" Thank God Brittany had decided to stay or else I probably would have clammed up completely.
"We sang for you Kurtie! Did you like it?" She bounced excitedly in her seat, waiting for the answer. It was a few minutes before Kurt said anything.
"I didn't hate it, I was just a little surprised you had the audacity to risk what little reputation you had to sing for me. It was sweet."
Oh hell yeah! I'm actually really shocked it went well. I thought either a) we'd be interrupted by a slushy shower, or b) he'd absolutely hate it and never speak to me again.
"So was it enough to convince you to finally go out with me? I still have those Breadstix coupons."
"I do suppose you deserve a shot with the fabulous Kurt Hummel, so yes. Pick me up at eightish." With that he strutted away.
"Why today of all days, did you guys decide to sing in my classroom?"
-Glee-
I must say, today was a good day. I paid attention in class, aced a pop quiz for sure, managed to escape a slushy, and my performance this morning inspired many more random outbursts of songs. While everyone was waiting for the bell to ring, Rachel (we have English together) took it upon herself to re-enact 'Baby One More Time' in front of the whole class (she totally deserved the wads of paper thrown at her, bitch. Yeah, I'm still mad at her). When the bell rang and everyone rushed out of the room to get away from the insanity wrapped up in a little, annoying, horribly dressed package that is Rachel Berry we were all greeted by the chorus of 'I'm A Slave 4 U' coming from my favorite little blonde Chiquita (don't know what that is, but she likes for me to call her that). Now normally, this wouldn't have turned many heads (school officials were pretty used to these…performances. It's not like they could stop us, considering half of the glee club (including me) had problems obeying authority, and/or the teachers were afraid of getting their cars keyed), but Brittany had somehow managed to sneak in a cooler of twenty or so medium-sized yellow snakes and had "let them loose because they told her they wanted to help her sing". So we got dismissed early while an exterminator was trying to track down all the snakes. Brittany was so upset I had to drive her home (she was in no condition to drive, and who am I to just leave a damsel in distress), which took longer than I expected because she couldn't tell me where she lived, then we had to call Kurt to get her address because she didn't know her parent's phone number, but then Kurt wasn't answering his cell, but eventually he picked up and we got her home. By the time I got home, I was beat. When I trudged through the door I saw my sister lying in the middle of the floor (shouldn't she be doing her more-awesome-than-public-school (so she likes to brag) school work) drawing.
"Why are you home now?" She asked.
"There was a slight…infestation problem and we got sent home early. Where's Mum?"
"She's in her room. I think she's asleep. She told me before she went to take a nap to ask you if you were inviting that boy Kurt over for dinner in case she was still asleep. Which she was, weird. She must be like psychic or something." My sister had the tendency to ramble on and on (and on and on and on!), so I had to interrupt her before she had totally changed the topic to something undeniably girly and silly while I still had the chance to. The fate of the world was currently on my shoulders.
"Actually not tonight, we're hanging out at Breadstix."
She crinkled her face. "What's Breadstix?"
"No idea."
Suddenly she started smiling largely. "Ooh! Is it a date?" I did not blush, I repeat, I did not blush.
"No! Maybe….hopefully."
She squealed (I think my ears are bleeding, and I'm pretty sure I now have irreversible damage in my left ear). "Get some, Reeves!"
"How do you even know what 'some' your supposed to 'get'?" Roll your eyes at me one more time girl, better hope you don't get popped so hard they roll out of your head.
"I'm home schooled. I watch a lot of daytime TV. You'd be surprised what they show during school hours." Okay….
"Well I don't have to leave for another," I pulled out my phone to check the time. "Nine hours. I'm going to sleep."
"Wait! Your just gonna leave me down here by myself?" I took my car keys out of my pocket and tossed them to her.
"Knock yourself out. Go to the park or something."
"Your kidding, right? I'm twelve." I had started heading up the stairs, but then I turned to smirk at her (I called it my Reeve's Is So Fucking Badass Smirk™).
"Do you know how many cars I had taken for a test drive by the time I was twelve?"
"But I don't even know how to start a car!" Geez, she seriously needs to me made into a badass. Wonder if MTV does that?
"Gotta learn sometime." Then I bade her Adieu and went to my room for a well-deserved nap. Before I could sleep though, two thoughts kept bouncing around in my head. Elizabeth really wasn't going to take the car, right? and I'm pretty sure we all had detention after school. Wonder if that was cancelled or not.
-Glee-
I was woken up by a loud banging on my door, followed by:
"Reeves St. Claire, get your butt out of bed!" Grumbling, I shuffled over to the door in a zombie like state and opened it to see a pissed looking Mum. "You did not tell your twelve-year-old sister to take your car and drive to the park!" What? When did this ha-oh yeah. Oops.
"I knew she wasn't going to do it." Not completely true, but we would go with it. What time was it? I looked over my shoulder to the clock on my wall (it was an awesome clock. Kinda like Flava-Flave's except it was on the wall). 6: 20 (about, I'm not great at reading regular, non-electronic clocks). Great, I still had time to shower and get to Kurt's house as soon as I text him to text me his address.
"Well, what if she did! She could have died, or gotten arrested!" Maybe she should have changed the order of that sentence. Makes it seem like she'd rather have her daughter die than be arrested. That's bad parenting.
"But she didn't. Chill. Do you really think I'd of told her to take the car if I actually thought she was going to do it?" Yes.
She was still angry, but she looked subdued. "Just, just don't do it again. Oh!" All traces of anger were gone from her. "Liz told me you had a date tonight. Is that true?"
"Well, it's not officially a date. I don't think."
"I see. Well I'm just gonna leave you to get ready." After winking at me she left, but then a few seconds later the door opened. "Oh, and if there's a repeat of your Liz incident, I'm taking back your car." Then she finally left.
An hour later, I was sitting on my bed trying to figure out what to wear. Casual or dress to impress? Casual or dress to impress? Kurt always dresses to impress, but I don't want to wear a tux, and I don't want to look like a troll. I ended up going with something similar to what I usually wear, except more tame. I wore a black sweater vest (I do love sweater vests), a white shirt , and black skinny jeans. I looked similar to Artie from glee club, weird. I took my phone off of charge to see that I had 3 new texts. All three were from Kurt; one of them was is address, but the other two were kind of odd, but cute:
I can't believe I'm actually excited for tonight. Strange, right?
And the other said:
Since you didn't answer my last text I'm going to assume you're just asleep, instead of ignoring me an hour before out date.
So I guess it was a date then. Great. Awesome even.
No! Aftr droppin britt off I went rite 2 sleep. Im actually bout 2 leave 2 pic u up now :D
Okay then, I'll be waiting. ;)
After slipping on my shoes and grabbing my wallet out of the freezer (no idea why it was there), I left. At first I had trouble finding his house, but eventually I got there, right at eight o'clock. I wasn't sure if I should wait in the car or what, so I just went and knocked on the door. I was expecting Kurt to answer, but instead I was greeted by an, older gentleman, glaring at me (I didn't want to say creepy 40-ish year old guy because that was probably Kurt's dad).
"Who the hell are you?" I was kind of drawing a blank.
"I-I'm Reeves. Kurt's date."
"Date? Since when does Kurt have a date?"
"I apologize for not telling you about my torrid affair, Dad. I was afraid it would go over well with you."
"Well you could've at least told me you had a date kid. Could've gotten my shotgun from the attic."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, he doesn't have a shotgun."
"That you know of." His dad smiled.
"That I know of. Now come lets leave." With a wave, he pulled me out to his car before his dad could say anything else. Then we were off.
-Glee-
The date was actually very nice. He ordered Garlic and Herb Chicken Penne, and suggested that I order the Parmesan and Romano Fettuccine Alfredo (I had never been here before and didn't know what was good) which was delicious. We talked a little about glee, he insulted my outfit (said I looked like a goth geek), and talked a little about our performance the next day (we were singing 'Hold It Against Me'). I learned a lot about him that day. His eyes were actually glasz, he wanted to go to New York to study fashion, and he knew the lyrics to every single Lady Gaga song, even the ones that weren't so popular. He learned some stuff about me too. My favorite color is actually yellow (to his horror). I hate screamo music, and I may or may not be as 'punk' as I like to pretend. I hate to say this but I think the best part of the date were the breadsticks. I could not stop eating them. They were so sinfully delicious, I could have gone to hell right then and there. When the check came, Kurt tried to pay for his food, which was adorable. After a heated glare off (I won), the check was paid and we left. I thought the ride back to his house would be awkward, but it wasn't. We sang along to some songs on the radio until we got to his house. I walked him to his door, and then he gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Surprisingly," Kurt said. "I had a nice night. Hopefully we can do it again soon sometime." He smiled at me one last time before going inside his house.
I'm surprised I didn't crash on the way home, because I had no idea what I was doing. I was in a Kurt-induced haze, and all I could think about was how Kurt said he wanted to do it again soon. When I got home I couldn't figure out how to get the garage door open, so I just left the car in the driveway. My dad was home and he was downstairs with Mum. I'm sure they said something to me, but I didn't know what it was, so I muttered something unintelligible. I'm lucky they didn't try to question me any further, or they probably would have thought that I spent the day getting high with Kurt (which reminded me, what ever happened to those pills my old friends gave me? Probably fell out of my pocket somewhere in the school). When I got up to my room, I took my phone out of my pocket to put it on charge to see that I had five new texts, all from Brittany.
Lord Tubbington ate my Cheerios uniform :(
Are you on your date with Kurt? His lips taste like minibutterflies
My mom made you a house key just in case you need it. It has a smiley face on it and my dad wants to meet you.
I got detention for the rest of the month for the snakes
Did you know that Microsoft is just like an air conditioner. It works fine until you open windows. I guess that's why my laptop flew away. And tomorrow we have glee all day to rehearse for the airship.
Airship? Poor Brittany. I'd talk to her tomorrow at school. But now, I was tired and was going to bed. I had to get up early tomorrow, because I was gonna dye my hair again. I'm thinking grey.
-bomp-
Sure enough, Brittany was right about all day glee practice. It was lucky that everyone knew the song or else we wouldn't have been ready for the assembly. We mostly had to just work on the arrangement of the song and choreography. I was stuck with just the chorus, but Kurt got a solo section and he got to start off the song, which was fine by me. Rachel (god, she cannot sing Britney) got her own section, and Mr. Schue was singing with us too, which was kind of creepy to be honest. Before we knew it we were all in the auditorium and it was time to perform. Principal Figgins walked onstage to quiet everyone.
"Okay, okay, quiet everyone. Please welcome the William McKinley High New Directions." There was a significant lack of applause, and then we went onstage, and the music began.
Kurt: Hey, over there. Please forgive me if I'm coming on too strong. Hate to stare, but you're winning, and they're playing my favorite song.
Kurt looked so hot up there. We were all wearing these really weird black and white jumpsuit type things; I don't know what they were, and a hat. Most of us looked stupid, but Kurt knew how to work it.
Rachel: So come here, little closer. Want to whisper in your ear. Make it clear, little question, want to know just how you feel.
Rachel was one who looked stupid. I'm such a basher.
Mr. Schue: If I said my heart was beating loud, if we could escape the crowd somehow, if I said I want your body now, would you hold it against me?
This is where things started getting a little crazy. People were starting to get excited (heaven knows why, he was up there singing to students about would they hold it against him if he went up to them and said he wanted a good lay), and one girl started yelling to Mr. Schue that she wanted to have his babies.
All: Cause you feel like paradise, and I want a vacation tonight. So if I said I want your body now, would you hold it against me?
At this point, all semblance of a controlled performance was lost and it was just a full out riot (foreshadowing a couple of days ago, anyone). People were screaming and jumping around, and touching each other. It was a sex riot. A few people got trampled, and at least three teachers who tried to break it up got elbowed in the eye, and I saw a yellow snake slithering around in there. In the midst of the chaos I found myself in a corner with Kurt, Brittany, Mercedes and Brittany.
"Maybe doing Brittany wasn't such a good idea after all." They all nodded in agreement.
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Ilvecoffee-n-narutoYouth: Well, there it is. The final part of the Britney/Brittany chapter. Omg, I had to go through this whole thing and fix it because my spell checker was set to UK English! I hope you guys enjoyed it. You do NOT know how long it took me to do this or how many changes I made to it. I just really hope you guys review. Please review, I'm begging you to. It'll make me update faster. I promise. So click that button down there, now! Please.
