"You're late."
"Well, Mike, some of us aren't straight A math students."
"Well, Matt, maybe some of us should study harder."
"That make-up test was unfair. Mrs. Jones knows that I wasn't here for the unit on transitive properties."
"I still passed it."
"Whatever. What did I miss?"
"Rachel auditioned for the solo, Finn stared at her ass, Kurt stared at Finn, Brittany stared at the wall, Santana stared at Brittany, Artie and Tina stared at each other, and the rest of us pretty much just dozed off."
"Auditioned?"
"Quinn wants it too. She's going next. Or, now. Whatever."
"Oh, she's singing?"
"She's not that quiet."
"Well, you were talking over her."
"No I wasn't, Mr. Schue didn't even notice."
"Does he ever notice?"
"I wonder if he even knows that we're here sometimes."
"I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know my name."
"He doesn't know my name. He still calls me, 'Other Asian'."
"We should do a song."
"What?"
"If we did a song and rocked it? All of them would know our names."
"Dude, I just joined for the dancing."
"Please?"
"I really don't think so."
"Mike. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE."
"Let go of my arm. Quinn's still singing and I'm trying to pay attention to…her…emotion or whatever we're doing this week."
"No you're not."
"Matt, I don't want to sing."
"Yes you do!"
"No, I don't."
"For me?"
"…ok."
"Really?"
"Shut up, Schue's gonna hear. But yes. Okay."
"Yes! My house after football. We'll…look up stuff on Youtube and find something."
"Alright. But for the record? This is all your fault."
"Isn't it always?"
"Yes."
(Author's Note: Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews! I'm going to keep going with this, I think. I'm really liking Mike and Matt. Keep reading and reviewing!
OH. I don't own anything. Just, by the way.
Thanks again!)