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*****Glee!*****
Santana sighed and rested her head on Sam's shoulder. She let Mr. Shue's stupid blathering about Regionals go in one ear and out out the other as she thought about her conversation with Sam earlier...
She was leaning back against the wall in the janitor's closet and Sam was leaning against her, his leg between hers while she nibbled his lips. She ran her hands up his back and through his hair, grinning when she felt his light shudder. She tightened her hands in his hair to pull him closer to her when suddenly the door swung open.
"Santana! What do you have to say about the current rumor that Quinn Fabray paid Finn to date her again in order to get more votes for Prom Queen?"
Sam jerked away from her as she glared at Jacob. "Get outta here, Jewfro! You can interview me when I don't have anything better to do!" She stood straight and rolled her head around to loosen tense neck muscles before she shoved Jacob back into the hallway and slammed the door shut. Turning back to Sam with a smirk she purred, "Now, where were we?"
Sam blushed a little but his moves were pretty smooth as he pulled her closer to his body and pressed her against the wall again. "Why did Jacob come to you about that rumor?" he asked absentmindedly as he nuzzled against her neck.
"Hmmm...probably because I told him the rumor in the first place." She ran her fingers back through his hair but Sam jerked back quickly.
"You told him that? What happened to trying to be nicer?"
Santana rolled her eyes, "Yeah, ok, sorry." She started licking behind his ear but he moved back again.
"Sorry?" He kept her at arm's length. "Why are you saying sorry? Did you say something about me, too?"
She rolled her eyes. "Of course not. Can we get back to making out now?"
"Not until you tell me why you said sorry to me."
She huffed. "Sorry is what you say when you want someone to stop blabbering about whatever they keep going on and on about. Now can we get back to the fun times? There isn't much time left before the next bell rings."
Sam tilted his head while staring at her, like he was trying to see her in a different way.
"What?"
"Do...you even know what sorry means?"
Santana sighed, bored. "Yeah, it means shut up already. And being beautiful means never having to say you're sorry. Don't you think I'm hot enough to not need to ever say sorry?" Suddenly Sam was faced with a (hot!) angry (scary!) girl with narrowed eyes and hands curled and ready to claw his eyes out. He hoped she would aim for the eyes, anyway...
He took a deep breath and flashed a smile at her while taking her hands in his and rubbing them soothingly, hoping to sooth the savage girl. "Of course you are, San! You are the hottest girl in school-in town! And everyone knows that. You should have heard how jealous the guys were in the locker room this morning when they found out you were dating me." He drew a deep breath in relief when she relaxed and grinned at him. Okay, it was a smirk, but still way better than before. "Look, it's just...if you really want to try to be nicer, you might need to start making apologies that are...sincere. Especially since I know it's hard for you to not go Santana on people that tick you off."
She snorted in laughter. "Did you just use my name as a verb?"
"Well...yeah. But you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. And lucky for you, I kinda like it. Too bad I'm trying this nice thing, I could totally make Santana a verb throughout the school in two weeks."
Sam grinned and gave her a big bear hug, lifting her feet a couple of inches off the ground. "Of course you could, babe. But, seriously, think about the whole apology thing."
Santana focused on Shue again just in time to hear, "And that's why this week's assignment was...Happy! Picking out a fun, happy song that could have people dancing in the aisles at Regionals!" She smirked and bumped her nose against Sam's. "Hey, you're sure that you don't mind that Britt and I are singing together this week, even though we just started dating?"
Sam grinned at her, "Sure thing, babe. I'm all ready with a Beiber song, anyway. But it's cool that you asked about my feelings."
Santana rolled her eyes, but with a smile. "Yeah, I'm trying. So...um, how did I do on that whole apology thing?"
Sam gave her a tight squeeze. "You did a great job, especially for your first time trying to be sincere."
Shue looked around at the room expectantly. "Okay, so...who wants to go first?"
Quinn stood up with a smirk around the room, sure no one could top her song. She plugged her ipod in and started the music.
7am, waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein' everything, the time is goin'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)
Quinn seemed to think is was a good idea for her to wave cheerily at pretend friends before spinning and beaming a huge fake smile around the room.
Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend
Quinn was so into singing the lyrics and performing her cutesy choreography she didn't realize that the other Gleeks were snickering at her.
7:45, we're drivin' on the highway
Cruisin' so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right
I got this, you got this
Now you know it
Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?
Mike leaned closer to Tina and whispered, "I knew she was going to do a cheesey shrug before the song was done."
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend
Puck was laughing loudly by this point, Rachel tried to quiet him down by letting her skirt rise up a few inches, but even more thigh didn't distract Puck this time.
Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today i-is Friday, Friday (Partyin')
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today
Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes after...wards
I don't want this weekend to end
Artie was laughing even louder than Puck when Finn stood up and tried to rap slightly altered words.
Q-F, Quinn Fabray
So chillin' in the front seat (In the front seat)
In the back seat (In the back seat)
I'm drivin', cruisin' (Yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switchin' lanes
Wit' a car up on my side (Woo!)
(C'mon) Passin' by [Rap Verse]is a school bus in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my time, it's Friday, it's a weekend
We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend
It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend
Quinn and Finn grinned at each other proudly. Puck stood up, applauding slowly. "Great job picking one of the most annoying songs ever! That's at least as annoying as Don't Worry, Be Happy."
Rachel quickly stood up, pushing Puck back into his seat as she said, "I believe now would be a great time for Mike and Tina to perform. Since I helped with their song selection, I can safely say it should be a true crowd pleaser."
Mike and Tina grinned at each other before going to stand in front of everyone, they also played music from an Ipod. Brad was feeling a little left out.
There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbie's on the barbeque
No one was surprised when Mike started dancing around Tina while she sang.
There's a hickie or a bruise
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a black top blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Last Friday night
Yeah we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop-op
Whoa-oh-oah
This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor
With my favorite party dress
Warrants out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Damn
Last Friday night
Yeah we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credits card
And got kicked out of the bars
So we hit the boulevards
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping int he dark
Then had a menage a trois
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop-op
Oh whoa oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again
Do it all again
This Friday night
Mike slowed down the dancing to join the rest of the room in the chant.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
Last Friday night
Yeah we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a menage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop
Oh-whoa-oh
This Friday night
Do it all again
After the applause died down, Mercedes spoke up. "That was fun, guys, but we already know that the Warblers sing Katy Perry after Kurt's first trip there as a spy. Plus, Kurt is probably pushing them really hard to do this song, he loves it. Or at least the video. Last time I saw him, he was playing the video on his phone over and over muttering about how hot the guy was that opens the bedroom door to shout "Best party ever!"
Artie spoke up, "I do like the video, but I don't know if I'd want to actually be associated with this song in competition."
Puck leaned closer to Rachel. "Don't you see Kurt just as much as Mercedes does? Wouldn't you know that wouldn't be a good song for us to do at Regionals?"
Rachel looked guilty for a second before she smiled innocently at him. "Oh, well, I guess I was so focused on finding a good song for them to perform that I failed to factor in those details that made it an unwise choice for Regionals...Oops."
Puck grinned at her. "I get it, Shue ignored your talent at Sectionals, you wanna make sure he doesn't do it at Regionals. Don't worry babe, I like your sneaky streak, I'm not gonna be disappointed in you for being competitive like Finnessa did."
Rachel beamed at him, squeezing his hand as Santana stood up from her seat in Sam's lap. "Britt, ready for some fun and happy?"
"Yay!"
The girls stood at the front of the room. Once Santana found the correct song, she turned to put it in the dock, only to have Brad grab it from her and place it in the dock, grumbling that he needed to do something.
Please don't stop the music
Please don't stop the music
Please don't stop the music
Please don't stop the music
All the guys got interested as Brittany and Santana started dancing together...really together, like they were in a crowded club. The girls rocked and, well, writhed to the music as Santana too the first lines of verse.
It's getting late
I'm making my way over to my favourite place
I gotta get my body moving
Shake the stress away
I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way
Possible candidate, yeah
Who knew
That you'd be up in here looking like you do
You're making staying over here, impossible
Baby, I must say your aura is incredible
If you don't have to go, don't
The girls were dancing even closer together now, hands wandering over each other's bodies.
Do you know what you started?
I just came here to party
But now we're rocking on the dance floor, actin' naughty
Your hands around my waist
Just let the music play
We're hand in hand, chest to chest and now we're face to face
I wanna take you away
Let's escape into the music, DJ let it play
I just can't refuse it
Like the way you do this
Keep on rockin' to it
Please don't stop the, please don't stop the music
I wanna take you away
Let's escape into the music, DJ let it play
I just can't refuse it
Like the way you do this
Keep on rockin' to it
Please don't stop the, please don't stop the
Please don't stop the music
The girls continued dancing together but motioned to Artie and Sam to join them on the floor singing the reggae sample.
Baby are you ready cause it's getting close
Don't you feel the passion ready to explode?
What goes on between us no-one has to know
This is a private show
Do you know what you started?
I just came here to party
But now we're rocking on the dance floor, actin' naughty
Your hands around my waist
Just let the music play
We're hand in hand, chest to chest and now we're face to face
Please don't stop the music
Please don't stop the music
Please don't stop the music
Please don't stop the music
The guys were noticeably more enthusiastic in their applause and Puck let out a wolf whistle, "All right, girl on girl, hot!" Rachel slapped him on his arm.
"Umm...okay. Girls, thank you for that...energetic routine. Who wants to go next?" Mr. Shue still had hope that someone would have some great song for Regionals.
Mercedes stood and handed her ipod to Brad. "I've got it on the right song, thanks Tinkles."
Don't call me
Leave me alone
Not gonna answer my phone
Cause I don't
No I won't see you
I'm out to have a good time
To get you off of my mind
Cause I don't
And I won't need you
Send out a 911
We're gonna have some fun
Hey boy, you know
You better run
Cause it's a girl's night
It's alright without you
I'm gonna stay out
And play out without you
You better hold tight
This girl's night is without you
Let's go
G.N.O.
Let's go
It's a girl's night
I'll dance with somebody new
Won't have to think about you
And who knows
What let go will lead to
You'll hear from everyone
You'll get the 411
Hey boy
You knew this day would come
Hey boy
Don't you wish you could have been a good boy
Try to find another girl like me, boy
Feel me when I tell ya
I am fine
And it's time for me to draw the line
Puck leaned closer to Rachel to whisper under the clapping, "Well, at least she did a better job than the original singer." He then spoke louder for the whole room to hear. "There is no way I am singing and dancing to a song my little sister plays nonstop."
Puck hopped down to play his guitar and sing some AC/DC, winking at Rachel during the lines of You Shook Me All Night Long that would make her blush. The Gleeks were surprised when Artie's routine was was risque as Brittany's in his own way singing Dirty Dancer. Sam popped up next to sing Baby by Justin Beiber.
Santana gave Sam a big hug when he came back to his seat. "Wow, you were surprisingly hot. Good job, Ken."
Lauren just shrugged and snarled when Mr. Shue asked her if she had a song, so he turned and looked at Rachel expectantly. "Well, Rachel? Are you ready to perform?"
Rachel promptly stood up and moved to the front of the room. "Mr. Shuester, I do have a piece ready that I think would be a marvelous number at Regionals. I have made the musical changes and arrangements that I feel suits best, and-"
Mercedes interrupted, "Girl, just go ahead and sing your song so we can go home. This has got to be the longest Glee meeting ever."
Rachel's smile started to look a big forced. "Actually, Mercedes, as I was saying before you interrputed me, I have changed the arrangement to showcase our strengths, and have everyone's music here. This would be an ensemble number."
Santana squinted at Rachel. "By ensemble, you mean you have the rest of us singing back up while you show off, right?"
"No, Santana, this is an ensemble piece, and as such, many people have lines to sing." Rachel handed out music sheets to the gleeks and Mr. Shuester before turning and handing out the rest to Brad and the band with a beaming smile.
Mr. Shue looked up from reading. "Guys, I think this could work! I want everyone to read their parts and be ready to try a run through on Thursday. See you then!"
*****Glee!*****
Songs used are Friday Night by Rebecca Black, Last Friday Night by Katy Perry, Don't Stop the Music by Rhianna, GNO by Miley Cyrus, You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC, Dirty Dancer by Enrique Iglecias, Baby by Justin Beiber.